We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
You can look at the bottom as a knowledge accumulation!
Li Bai's Dream II
Du Fu
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who says Skynet will never fail, it will bring you bad luck, even though you are old,
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
[Notes]
1, Ba: ship pulp, ship.
2. Sri Lankan: refers to Li Bai.
[analysis]
In the third year of Tianbao (744), Du Li first met in Luoyang and became close friends. In the first year of Gan Yuan (758), Li Bai participated in Li? The shogunate was implicated and Yelang was exiled. In the spring of two years, he was pardoned in Wushan. Du Fu only knew that Li Bai was exiled, but he didn't know how to forgive him. These two dream poems were written by Du Fu after hearing the news that Li Bai had exiled Yelang.
Poetry is written in the order of before, during and after the dream. The first one is about the psychology of dreaming about Li Bai for the first time, showing concern for the good or ill luck of an old friend. The second is about the image of Li Bai seen in my dream, expressing sympathy for the tragic experience of my old friend. An old friend came to sleep because I always think of you. There are waters to cross. They are violent and tumbling. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river. "I have been dreaming about you for three nights, as gentle, intimate and real as when I was awake." These beautiful sentences reflect the friendship between two people. They parted, treated each other sincerely, encouraged each other and communicated with each other.
The language of the poem is gentle and sincere, every sentence comes from the heart, every word is touching, and it is heartbreaking to read!
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . It is Bai Juyi's work Pipa Travel.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Tang Li and the Fifth of Twenty-three Horses Poems
The sand in the desert is like snow.
Yanshan moon is like a hook.
How to be a golden brain,
Let's step on the clear autumn.
Yanshan Mountain, that is, Yanran and Dou Xian once led troops to defeat Xiongnu in the Han Dynasty and carved stones in Yanran Mountain, making great achievements. Jin Luo nao, a horse's head decorated with gold, symbolizes that horses are valued.
The first two sentences outline a vast and magnificent landscape: Wan Li in Pingsha, covered with frost and snow in the moonlight, and the crescent moon on Yanran Mountain, hanging like a machete. This poem "The Moon is Like a Hook" has the meaning of thinking about war, and Yanshan also wants readers to think about fighting. However, at that time, what Li He faced was not the disaster of the frontier, but the disaster of the buffer region.
The last two sentences are: when can I put on my mighty saddle and gallop on the battlefield in autumn to build my achievements? Poets are telling their sorrows. They are looking forward to achieving something, but they are not appreciated by chanting horses. Li He also wrote "Thirteen Poems of South Garden (Part II)": "Why don't men take Wu Gou and gather fifty states in Guanshan? It is also this feeling of serving the country that is poured out.