The poem about reduplication is 1. A poem with overlapping words.
This kind of overlap means that words and words can often be used together.
So: Like Hanshan Road: Hanshan Road, Luoluoling and Jianbin. Birds are often chirping, but no one is silent.
Zhejiang and Zhejiang winds blow on the surface, and there are many snows. If you don't see the sun, you don't know spring.
Liu Changqing's Farewell to the Soul: From the temple, in the depths of its tender bamboo, came the low sound of the late bell. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
Wang Wei's "Don't Work in Wangchuan after Rain": An egret flies over the silent swamp, and a mango bird sings in a tree in midsummer. Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower: A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, and now only the Yellow Crane Tower is left.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass, but I look home, and the dusk becomes dark, and there is a sad mist on the river waves.
Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc". The rain is ringing, and the lights are on in the banana window outside the window. At this time, there is infinite love. It is difficult to dream and hate. People who don't worry don't like to hear it, and Su Ming's "Partridge Sky" is empty: the sky is limited, the road is long, and people are limited. Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Pu Yuan Furong Ye is sad.
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2. Reduplicated poems
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? It's too late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard, who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! I think that heaven and earth are boundless, boundless and boundless, the wind is rustling in the scales, and the strong men are gone forever.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? -Kun Li "Weeding" The boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.
-Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grassland, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. -Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grassland In the spring morning, I woke up easily and birds were singing everywhere.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" The setting sun in the water, half river rustling, half river red. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Mujiang" has a deep hedge and the flowers on the tree head are not overcast.
-Yang Wanli's "Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Xiao He only shows sharp corners, with dragonflies standing on his head. -Yang Wanli's "Little Pool" chirp, Mulan compiled for a family.
-"Mulan Poetry" is a 12-volume art book, with the main name in it. -"Mulan Poetry" can't smell the female voice, but it can smell the splash of the Yellow River.
-"Mulan Poetry" can't smell the female voice of mom and dad, but it can smell the chirping of Yanshan Hu. -"Mulan Poetry" has a long way to go in its hometown, and its sleeves are full of tears.
-"The Book of Cen Can Receiving the Capital", the temple is full of bamboo, and the bells are humming at dusk. -Liu Changqing "Send Master Che Ling" Where is the ferry? Can someone tell me? , more and more rough. It is getting dark.
-Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai", green garden sunflower, exposed to the sun. -Han Yuefu's "Long Songs" The yellow crane does not return to the world, and the white clouds will never fly.
—— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water. Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. -Cui Hao Yellow Crane Tower We waved goodbye, and my horse neighed repeatedly.
-Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off" Trees are all autumn, and mountains and mountains only have light. -Wang Ji's "Wild Hope" is full of mountains and islands.
-Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall.
3. Reduplicated poems
Li Qingzhao's slow whisper
Slow voice-look for it
Look for it, it's cold,
Sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
How could he be late and in a hurry!
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, dribs and drabs.
This time, what a sad sentence.
Qiao Ji, a prose writer in the Yuan Dynasty, once wrote a song called Tianjingsha, which was full of overlapping words: "Yingying Yan Yanchun, Hua Liu Liu Pearl Krabs, everything is charming and delicate, and everyone stops."
4. Reduplicated poems are as follows
The wind blows in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? -Kun Li "Weeding" The boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.
-Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grassland, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. -Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grassland In the spring morning, I woke up easily and birds were singing everywhere.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" The setting sun in the water, half river rustling, half river red. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Mujiang" has a deep hedge and the flowers on the tree head are not overcast.
-Yang Wanli's "Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Xiao He only shows sharp corners, with dragonflies standing on his head. -Yang Wanli's "Little Pool" chirp, Mulan compiled for a family.
-"Mulan Poetry" is a 12-volume art book, with the main name in it. -"Mulan Poetry" can't smell the female voice, but it can smell the splash of the Yellow River.
-"Mulan Poetry" can't smell the female voice of mom and dad, but it can smell the chirping of Yanshan Hu. -"Mulan Poetry" has a long way to go in its hometown, and its sleeves are full of tears.
-"The Book of Cen Can Receiving the Capital", the temple is full of bamboo, and the bells are humming at dusk. -Liu Changqing "Send Master Che Ling" Where is the ferry? Can someone tell me? , more and more rough. It is getting dark.
-Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai", green garden sunflower, exposed to the sun. -Han Yuefu's "Long Songs" The yellow crane does not return to the world, and the white clouds will never fly.
—— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water. Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. -Cui Hao Yellow Crane Tower We waved goodbye, and my horse neighed repeatedly.
-Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off" The trees are all autumn, and the mountains are only light. -Wang Ji's "Wild Hope" is full of mountains and islands.
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5. Ancient poems and overlapping sentences
Climb the peak
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
A butterfly in love with flowers
(Song) Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the yard?
The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm,
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Yingying Yanyan, with flowers and leaves, will be there sooner or later;
Ups and downs, self-knowledge, looking around.
South to north, both civil and military, fighting, killing and chopping from time to time, searching and scraping to see if it is clean;
Every household, men and women, old and young, lonely, scared everywhere, crying, it is really sad.
Slow voice
Looking for, cold and attractive, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. Three glasses and two light wines, how can I compare with it? It's too late to wind now. Goose is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? How can you be alone with the window? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Li Qingzhao (1084-? A poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty, Yi 'an Jushi, was born in Zhangqiu, qi zhou (now Shandong). Her father Li was a famous scholar at that time, and her husband Zhao Mingcheng was a textual researcher on epigraphy. She lived a rich life in her early years and devoted herself to the collection and arrangement of calligraphy and painting epigraphy with her husband. Nomadic people entered the Central Plains and lived in the south, and their husbands died of illness and were lonely. Most of her poems reflect her carefree life in the early stage, but she is miserable in the later stage. lt； Arrangement of clear photos &; gt； A book is immortal.
6. In ancient times, which words contained reduplicated ancient poems?
Tianjin Shaqiao Ji
Yingying Yan Yan Chunchun,
Serina Liu, Serina Liu,
Everything is fascinating.
Delicate and gentle,
Stop, stop, everyone.
Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
How could he be late and in a hurry!
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground,
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can a person be black!
The Indus River is drizzling,
By dusk,
Little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
Night Music
Song Liu Yong
The frozen cloud is bleak, and the boat is a leaf, leaving Zhu Jiang on a whim.
Across the valleys and rocks, across the depths of the stream.
The raging waves are fading away, the firewood wind is blowing at the beginning, and business travel is calling.
The sail was held high.
Pan-painted snipe, dancing Nanpu.
Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees.
When the sun went down, the fisherman went home.
The defeated lotus flowers are scattered all over the floor, the young poplars are shaded, the banks are in twos and threes, and the girls wander in the sand.
Avoid pedestrians and smile shyly.
Because of this, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown, and the waves are hard to stay.
After the sigh, what is the basis about Ding Ning?
Leaving my arms sadly, I hate coming home late that year.
I have tears in my eyes, and I am afraid of Lu Jing Road.
The sound of breaking the rainbow is far away and the sky is wide.
Prince lanling
Zhou Bangyan
Liu Yin is straight and smoky. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered to bid farewell. Visit the old country. Who knows, jinghua is tired? Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Wandering around looking for ancient traces. The wine left the table when the funeral music and lights shone. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. You can count posts as soon as you turn around. Look at people in the north.
Sadness. I hate mountains. Farewell is lingering, Tianjin is quiet and silent, and the sunset is endless in spring. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears.