Mountain Walking is a poem written by the poet Du Mu, which describes and praises the mountain scenery in late autumn. This poem depicts the colors of autumn and shows a touching autumn color map of mountains and forests. Mountain roads, people, white clouds and red leaves form a harmonious and unified picture.
In this poem, Du Mu controls the scenery with emotion, quickly and accurately captures the image that can reflect the natural beauty, and integrates his own emotions into it, so that the emotional beauty and the natural beauty are integrated and the scene blends.
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Creation background
This poem describes a trip to a distant mountain, and the specific creation time is difficult to confirm. The author Qiu Denghan made a poetic discovery, so he wrote this poem to commemorate it.
Walking on the Mountain by Du Mu is an impromptu poem about scenery, as well as a poem about events and aspirations, which contains the poet's inner spiritual world and the sustenance of interests, and gives infinite inspiration and encouragement to future generations. This poem not only decorated a harmonious and unified picture with winding mountain roads, people living on the top of the mountain, colorful white clouds and red leaves like fire.
And under the sunset glow, the maple leaves are dripping, the layers of forests are dyed, and the mountains are everywhere, such as the beauty of bright rosy clouds. Compared with the gorgeous spring flowers in February in the south of the Yangtze River, the frosted maple leaves have a better chance of winning. This is the beauty of the work. Through that piece of red, the poet saw the enthusiasm and vigorous vitality of autumn.
Du Mu jumped out of the sadness of ordinary feudal literati and sang the beauty of autumn brilliantly, reflecting the heroic and positive spirit, giving people a cold and handsome spirit, making this poem a hymn of autumn.
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I wish my children progress in calligraphy in the Year of the Monkey and all the best! Wang Wei: Chai Lu, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wang Wei: Zhu Liting, I am leaning on the bamboo and playing the pipa. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Wang Wei: Farewell, my friend. I watched you go down the mountain until it was dark. I didn't close the door of the hut. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? Wang Wei: Acacia, when those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Wang Wei: You miscellaneous poems from the old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? Pei Di: Send Cui Jiu, although you want to go back to the maze of this mountain. Oh, let them surprise your heart! .
Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain. Zuyong: Looking at the snow in the south, see how Zhongnanshan takes off, and the white top is over the clouds.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly. Meng Haoran: When my boat went ahead in the fog and stayed at Jiande River at night, the day was getting darker and the old memories began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Meng Haoran: In the morning of Xiao Chunchun, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Li Bai: Considering the bright light at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? On a quiet night. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Li Bai: I resent how beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearl-like window sash, and how annoyed her eyebrows are! . You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much? Du Fu: Eight sides, Three Kingdoms, divided, all bound by his greatness, and the Eight Sides Castle is built on his prestige.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise. Wang Zhihuan: Mountains cover the day, herons lodge, and the sea exhausts the golden river.
By going up one flight of stairs, see a thousand miles further. Liu Changqing: Send Che Ling out of the temple, deep in the bamboo forest, and the bell chimes at night.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. Liu Changqing: Playing the piano, your seven strings are like the sound of the cold wind in the pine forest.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today. Liu Changqing: Send them to the floating storks to be tenants of our world? ! Please don't buy a famous mountain, it's a world-famous place.
Wei: I walk in a cool autumn night, and I miss you and sing my poems on an autumn night. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Li Duan: Listen to the Zheng. Her snow-white jade hands are shining on the golden harp under the snow window. Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
Wang Jian: On the third day of my wedding, I cooked instead of me and washed my hands to make bridal soup. I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first.
Quan Deyu: Yutai, my belt was loose last night. A lucky beetle flew over my bed this morning. This is my pigment, this is my powder, welcome to put on my shackles again.
Liu Zongyuan: There are no birds in the hundreds of mountains, but there are no footprints in Jiang Xue. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Yuan Zhen: The palace is in the faded old palace. The peonies are red, but no one comes to see them. Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Bai Juyi: Old bottles of new green, a suggestion for my friend Liu, turned up a piece of red in the static furnace. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Zhang Hu: Maid-in-waiting He Manzi has lived here for twenty years.
However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears. Li Shangyin: With the twilight shadow in my heart, I am driving in Leyou Tomb.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Jia Dao: When I asked your student under a pine tree, he left a note: "My teacher," he replied, "went to collect medicine."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . Li Qi: I am eager for news when I leave my hometown and cross the Hanshui River. Winter will go and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Jin Changxu: Spring resentment drives the oriole away, and the sound of trees is exhausted.
They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp. Siego: Cosugo, a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night.
Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County. Cui Hao: Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? , a song by Chang Gan.
Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town ... Cui Hao: Song of Chang Gan II Yes, I live here, by the river, and I have sailed on this river countless times.
You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. Li Bai: Yujie hates her cold steps and wet silk bottom, and she stayed there for so long.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. Lu Lun: His golden arrow has eagle feathers, and his embroidered silk flag has a swallow-like tail, which is one of the next four songs.
A man stood up and gave a new order. A thousand battalions were shouting. Lu Lun: Cesar II, the general tried to shoot an arrow at night when the forest was dark and the wind was blowing.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone. Lulun: The third of the four sediments, in the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lulun: Cesar's four pieces, let the feast begin in the wild camp! Let the bugle call our victory! .
Get drunk, shining golden dancing, jubilant thunder shaking the surrounding mountains and rivers. Li Yi: Jiangnan Qu Since I married a Qutang businessman, he hasn't kept his promise every day.
If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.