2015-09-2914: 30: 31Author: Network
Chu Ci in Jingchu culture is called the source of "China Romantic Literature", which has been contacted by many friends, and the most impressive one is the "Xi" commonly used in poetry. Of course, the formation of this culture is inseparable from the environment at that time. Today, Bian Xiao takes you to see the poems about Jingchu culture. Let's enjoy them together!
The first part:
Near Lugo
Dapeng spreads its wings and flies in all directions. This kind of transit and destruction is not powerful.
The extra wind can always inspire me, and I can swim in the east, hanging on my left sleeve.
Who shed tears when Zhong Ni died?
Climb Mount Tianmu in my dream.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
"All angry words are voted for by Wei Langzhong"
Brother Jiujiang, brother Xi, Three Gorges, it is difficult to have a sad feather.
Muling was imprisoned in the north and cared for his son, but separated from his ex-wife in the south.
Twelve poems are sent far away.
I love the bright colors of Jun Furong Chanjuan, which are delicious and hard to find.
I pity your purity, and I don't like you very much.
Beauty is back, don't fly to the balcony at dusk.
On behalf of lovers, the style of Chu ci
If you don't come to Xi, you will only complain and accumulate thoughts and sing alone.
Staying fragrant and dyeing embroidered quilts worries people at night.
Clouds are speechless, but they are melancholy and worried.
Make the bluebird take the book, hate to stay alone, hurt to leave home.
"Qing Pingle? Like phoenix mattress
Love Phoenix mattress, and often stay alone every night. It is also a red candle on the silver stage, learning my tears.
The flowers look a little longer, and people are far away from Xiaoxiang. I regret listening to the cold leak, and my voice fell from my heart.
Song Gao Ming Paicen Zheng Jun
If someone thinks loudly, it will be very troublesome to stop the snow.
The Red River and Jing Ling cannot be measured, and the scale of the frost dragon is difficult to accommodate.
Mount Tai is extremely steep, and I hear the voice of nature. Frost cliff is full of glory,
Send the monarch back to Xi and move Gao Ming's new work.
Pass the silk and clear the pool pavilion.
What can I do if I can't do it? If you turn your back on the yellow crane ...
This is especially true if you want to find a place to live in seclusion.
Pan Baishi sits on the moon, and the piano sounds relaxed and lonely.
I can't see my inner atmosphere, I'm fascinated by it.
The soul is lonely and humorous, empty and sad.
I really can't imitate my second son, but I will abandon heaven and earth and die.
The white gull flew in. He was dating Xi.
the second part
( 1)
Rails,
Like a shiny bandage,
From the most open place in Qingchuan.
The river is calm,
Cauliflower can be seen everywhere,
Hanyang tree is as vivid as wearing. ...
Trains from afar,
It's the only way,
Calm and quiet,
Injured in spring.
Sunset,
Stained with the blood of the ancient battlefield,
Click this again,
Unfathomable land.
Just passing by,
I saw some,
Farmers who bow their heads and work,
The dust whistling by the train,
They didn't do it,
Raise your head occasionally,
Let calm eyes,
Over the trembling tracks.
Since when,
Crops are this land,
Never fade?
Tonight's event,
Keep me away,
I see. There are some rivers,
It's not just the plains that are shaped.
At night,
The wind seems to have brought,
The flute and flute on the misty rain platform in Jiangdong.
At night,
Move quietly,
A small peasant lamp,
Standing on the threshold of the Central Plains,
Sing softly ...
(2)
The stars are closer than the tears of love.
Stars gently knock on the door of the night. ...
Water is a flowing night,
The night is full of water,
The river is silent,
Maybe the coast is running.
Moonlight is natural,
I don't have a yard,
Peach blossoms bloom in Jiangnan,
Deep in the unknown.
I have to go further and further,
The farther you go, the more hazy the beach is.
At this moment,
Jiang Feng preaches the fragrance of water,
The idea of waves.
What's a pass?
Like the starlight at night,
Loss and deposition.
A river,
Too wide and too long,
Can only flow in my heart.
The moon is like a sail,
People wake up tonight and become butterflies.
(3)
Yellow dust,
With an immortal heartbeat?
The world rises and falls,
Not more accurate than the scale!
The light of bronze,
Skim off the blood and bones,
The mysterious sound of bronze,
Once it reverberates in halls and temples,
History always appears in bronze.
Silent and angry,
Buried in the ground,
But I've been awake ...
The chime has been unearthed!
Who says it's just resurrection,
The glory of a dynasty,
Have literary talent?
Who said it just woke up,
A magnificent memorial archway of civilization,
With an ancient pulse?
"Pingsha geese",
Your legend,
Bo's sleeve was bent by the wind. ...
Musical instruments are tangible, but music is intangible.
Cavity is limited, and joy is infinite.
The bell is silent,
But as an illumination,
Sadness and joy,
The sound is boundless ...
The chime was unintentionally unearthed!
The long scale between heaven and earth,
Waiting for the notes of life,
Collision happily and harmoniously. ...