1. What are the poems about "Inn"
1. "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei" by Lu You
Outside the inn, beside the broken bridge, I am lonely and without an owner. . It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
2. "Looking at the Post Tower" by Bai Juyi
There are willows in the windows of Jing'an's house, and flowers are blooming on the ground in front of the looking post tower. The spring light in both places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes.
3. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Wen Tingyun
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange blossoms illuminate the post wall.
4. "Residence in Penglai Pavilion" by Lu You
The ancient post is rustling and leaning against the wall alone, and the sound of the horn reminds the late rain to wake up the cold. In the remaining years of life, there should be no days left, but it is still said that Xinfeng is strong and self-forgiving.
5. "Partridge Sky" by Jiameng Post·Seven Parts
I am used to sleeping in the ancient post with a pillow, and I will not feel miserable after listening to the sun. If you are lazy and convinced and lazy to burn elixirs, you might as well play with the world with your green temples. 2. Poems about the postal post
I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)
When the flowers have fallen and the son Gui cries, I heard that the dragon passed the five streams.
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night.
Early trip to Shangshan (Tang Dynasty? Wen Tingjun)
Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the travelers are sad for their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the wild geese filled the pond.
Farewell to Jian'an (Song Dynasty? Lu You)
I left the city at night with my hat in hand and my whip raised, and the lights of the post pavilion were bright for people.
The flowers are blooming on the affectionate leaves, and the fresh air is sent to the guest house.
Passing Huaqing Palace (Du Mu, Tang Dynasty)
Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors on the top of the mountain are opened for the first time.
Riding on the red dust concubine smiled, no one knew it was lychee. 3. Who knows the story about the post station?
The inn station is a node in history.
The ancients believed in reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles. People with some culture often spend the first half of the year or even several years wandering around and visiting famous mountains and rivers.
This is called "study tour". Officials often work in different places, and it is normal to travel thousands of miles away from home.
The term of their appointment is very relaxed, and they can stop and go along the way, travel around the mountains and rivers, visit relatives and friends, eat and drink, and look at each other. This is called "official travel". At the same time, there are also service areas along the water and land "national highways" to provide accommodation and accommodation for those who eat public meals, and to provide food and grass for them and their mounts.
This kind of service area is the inn. Literati spent money to eat and live in the inn.
Hengtangyi has such a function. It has witnessed countless memorials and secret edicts, and post officials with different expressions, making every quiet night in the town breed secret unofficial history and fresh legends.
We see off guests on Hengtang Road every year, while the drizzle and hanging poplars tie up the painted boats. The author of this poem, Fan Chengda, is from Suzhou.
It reflects the busyness of Hengtang Station from another aspect. The gatherings and farewells in Hengtang Yi are like the rising and setting of the sun, and the passing of water and sand.
It was He Zhu who left the most beautiful moment for Hengtangyi. It was late spring when Sichuan tobacco was all over the city. A graceful 28-year-old beauty and an unrecognized poet suddenly met on the bank of Hengtang.
This may be just an ordinary encounter, or even just a glance at each other, not a word, and then passing by in a hurry. But that flash of lightning set off a huge wave of thunder in his heart.
900 years later, we are still the same as he was back then. No one even knows the name of this woman. But the beauty of meeting someone unexpectedly in the vast sea of ??people, the melancholy that lingers in your heart after your heart beats, has gone through years and aroused excitement in everyone's heart. 4. Ancient poems about post stations
1. "Looking at the Post Station" Looking at the Post Station in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi used to be a window willow in Jing'an's house, and looked at the flowers blooming on the ground in front of the post station.
(Flowers on the ground, one work: flowers on the ground) The spring light in the two places ends at the same day, and the residents miss their guests and their homes. Interpretation: In Jing'an's house, I face the green willows in front of the window every day; in front of the post station, the spring mood is fading, and the ground is covered with red.
The beautiful spring scenery in two places disappeared on the same day; at this time, the family members missed their relatives who were away from home, and the people who were away from home also missed their relatives at home. 2. "The Nine Poems of the Yuan Dynasty at Lanqiao Station" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi The spring snow king of Lanqiao returned to the sun, and the autumn wind of Qinling Mountains left me.
Every time I get to the post pavilion, I get off my horse first and walk around the walls and pillars to look for your poems. Interpretation: The spring snow was falling in Lanqiaoyi on the day you returned, and the autumn wind was rustling in the Qinling Mountains now when I left.
Every time I arrive at a post station, I have to dismount first, walk along the wall and around the pillars, look east and west, and look for your poem. 3. "Qing Shang Yu Jia Meng Post" Song Dynasty: Lu Youjiangtou drank heavily at dusk.
The snow is clear but still cold. The mountain post is desolate, and people sleep alone in the dim light.
The mandarin duck machine sends a new message to the broken brocade. Sighing about the past, unable to dwell on it.
The dream breaks through the south tower, and a pillow of green clouds piles up. Interpretation: Sunset by the river, at dusk, drink as much as you want, the first snow has cleared, and the cold weather is still cold.
The small inn deep in the mountains looks extremely desolate and deserted. The lights are dim and lonely. One person sleeps alone in a dream. A recent lover sent me a piece of brocade on the loom. I have a clear intention to reject it. How can I bear to recall the tenderness of the past?
I woke up from a sweet dream in the South Tower. The black hair and charming black temples on the pillow were hard to find again. 4. "Nan Kezi·Looking at the Plum Blossom Station" Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda looked at the Plum Blossom Station and expressed his love for Du Ruozhou.
There are high-rise buildings at the bottom of Xiangyun, but it is a pity that the high-rise buildings are not close to Mulan Zhou. The two fishes are far away, and the red leaves are autumn.
If you want to rely on the river to express your sorrow, if the river has already flowed eastward, then you are willing to flow westward. Definition: Looking at the Plum Blossom Station with melancholy, and looking intently at the oasis with swallow flowers.
There are high-rise buildings below the auspicious clouds, but unfortunately the high-rise buildings are not made of magnolia wood. I wanted to write a letter using silk but I was far away from the messenger and couldn’t send it, so the autumn leaves were all red and I still hadn’t written it yet.
I want to use the river to express my sorrow of separation, but the river flows eastward, where can it flow westward? 5. "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei" Song Dynasty: Outside Lu Youyi, beside the broken bridge, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Beside the broken bridge outside the inn, the plum blossoms bloomed lonely and lonely, no one cared about them. Dusk falls, and the plum blossoms are helpless. They are already sad enough, but they are also destroyed by wind and rain.
Meihua doesn’t want to go out of his way to compete for beauty, and doesn’t care about Baihua’s jealousy and rejection. Even though they have withered, been crushed into soil, and turned into dust, the plum blossoms still emit wisps of fragrance as usual.