I think these are the most beautiful poems, which not only express our feelings but also praise the scenery. The most important thing is to describe the tall and towering mountains in our stereotype vividly and vividly at once, which makes people laugh. Personally, I like these two poems very much, and I have been thinking about them in my mind.
First, these two poems are from Xin Qiji's He Xinlang in the Song Dynasty. What is my failure? The whole poem is as follows:
I'm dying. I have had friends all my life, and I have had scattered friends, only a few left! White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. What can make the public happy? I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.
A statue scratched its head in the east window. When I think of Yuan and Ming's poem Stop Clouds, it is the flavor at this time. Those who seek fame on the left side of the river don't know the secret of mud mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying. I don't hate the ancients, I don't see them, I hate them for not seeing my crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.
Secondly, Xin Qiji, as an unrestrained poet, can write such a sad song with lofty sentiments.
Xin Qiji is a poet and a general. His poems are not utopianism of literati, but real battlefield experience. In fact, the charm of this poem is different from what we usually understand. The charm in this poem describes the depth of the mountain. Although it seems silent, there are thousands of words in my chest. As written in the last two sentences, the author's feelings and looks are like this green hill.
Third, the beauty of poetry lies in artistic conception. And this artistic conception is precisely the expression of the author's heart.
Xin Qiji has been thinking about defending the country and fighting in the battlefield. Under this heroic feeling, all his poems are cash withdrawals from his heart. Although he is old in this poem, he still wants to do something big. ?
Everyone's perception of poetry is different. I prefer the open-minded of the unrestrained school to the fresh of the graceful school.