Sauvignon blanc 1
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!
This poem was written by Li Bai when he recalled the past after he left Chang 'an. Bold, elegant and subtle.
A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
A Cut of Plum has a fresh and delicate style, which endows the scenery with emotion, and the scenery reflects her mood and shows her image characteristics. The poet empathizes with the scenery, expresses his feelings through the scenery, and the scene blends with it, which is intriguing.
Autumn wind ci
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
This is a typical sad autumn work, which sets off the sad atmosphere, the poet's fantastic imagination and the perfect portrayal of his own heart, making the whole poem sad and moving.
The second of Nan Gezi's two poems
Tang dynasty: Wen
A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
This article expresses her attachment to her lover in a woman's tone. The first two sentences are words of exhortation.
Dead Hua Lian, leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
This is a people-oriented poem. The poet combines the loneliness of wandering in a foreign land with the lingering feelings of missing the right person, and writes lyrically and sincerely with the expression of "winding path leading to seclusion"
I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
In the second year of worshipping Ning in the Northern Song Dynasty (1 103), Li Zhiyi, whose career was not smooth, was banished to Taiping House. It never rains but it pours. First, his daughter and son died one after another, and then his wife Hu Shuxiu, who had been with him for forty years, died. This autumn, Li Zhiyi and Yang Shu came to the Yangtze River, facing a confidante who knows how to be warm and cold, and facing the endless river flowing eastward, and wrote this love story that has been told for generations.