2. Stones like swords —— Random thoughts of Tang Bai Juyi when he first entered the gorge
3. Kong Shan Jian Tai-Tang Bai Juyi's "Hanging Springs on Stones in Youfangkou" is Henan Yin. 》
4. I drew my sword and sharpened my sword stone today-Tang Yili's Six Nights of Drinking Horses and Grinding My Sword Stone in the Army.
5. Today, I draw a sword and draw a sword stone-Tang Yili "Fire is bright and blue, and a bird calls itself the soul of Shu Emperor. 》
6, long purlin like a sword-Tang Du Fu's Painting the Stork
7. Makes my heart ached —— Qin Yuan Chun by Zhang Jixian in Song Dynasty
8. Selling swords to buy cattle-Song Hongzikui's Qinyuanchun Drinking Horses and Fairy Pond.
9. Selling Swords in Bohai Sea-Song Dai Yi's "Selling Swords in Bohai Sea"
10, the sword goes to the calf —— Vae Zhong Ming's "Water Sculpture Song Tou Zongshe Zhongxing Zuo"
1. Fighting alone for a thousand miles, he can hold a large group of people with his naked dagger.
I have a sword, from Kunwu Creek. According to people like water, cutting jade like mud.
3. Wan Li Zen is broken, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.
4. Long sword depends on heaven. Who asked? Everyone can laugh, there is China in the northwest!
Don't laugh when you are bleak, leave your sword to lean on the sky.
6. I am willing to put my sword under my waist and cut Loulan straight.
7. After ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never been tried.
8. I want to cut the three-foot sword of Loulan and hate the old pipa.
9. I can make a sword with my heart and mistake Qingfeng for a beauty.
2. Poet about Bao Dao's Half-life Line: Yan Zheng pricks and prods repeatedly, lamenting is not a song.
Listening to the recruitment song, tears keep coming. My ancestral home is in the foothills of Sanshan Mountain, and the flourishing age is called Ding Shi.
Seven Ye Sheng scholars, eight generations of Zhangfu. Fairy herd from 13 chief, Scott Zhu Kun 11 grazing.
Green flies don't run high doors, while white flies have piles of broken houses. My Fengchi is in the east, and I have white eyes.
Eat cattle at the age of nine and carve worms at the age of ten. Twelve Hua Rong pushed Song Yu, thirteen poets learned Yang Xiong.
In early spring, a lovely child gave birth to a gosling, and Qiu Lai's son-in-law went to Lapras. Self-pity my hair hardly covers my forehead, confident that you are not down and out.
Milk swallows live together, marry women and have sex. The rain clouds are thicker, and Yan Wanchun returns to the autumn night.
Lily scented jade carpet, nine micro-lamps shining on hibiscus mat. Peach leaves turn yellow and grass roots turn sad.
Fireflies have two long cocoons, and jade powder has many fragrant cocoons. Pearl foil dust is ashamed to brush the mirror, while carving beams and mud falls down the stairs.
Where is the pomegranate skirt? Jin Cuodao won't accept her tears. The shadows are frosty and slippery, and the ghost lights are whistling in the rainy night.
It's hard to stop a lonely phoenix from turning into a song, but it's sad when the string leaves Luan. Lonely phoenix leaves a phoenix color, so it is Liu Yannian of Chunhong Society.
The waves are gone forever, and the flesh and blood are exposed for five years. Raise your head in sorrow and bow your head in the grave of the market.
After the rain, butterflies cry in vain. At dusk, they are hungry and eating trees. Hanging shadows destroy the soul, and the situation is good.
Luoyang Ji Zi has no cone, and the Shu Road is evergreen and polite. Yes, it's a near-re-embodiment, which continues the string left by Qin.
Two females embroidered on the corner pillow and four females greeted with amber spears. The cool moon looks for the dream of Wuxia Gorge, and the falling flowers diffuse the Wuling boat.
Qingyun has no media every day, and white hair has roots every year. The husband is too ambitious to bow to his children.
Long song asked sorrow every day, and went out to draw his sword. A vagrant makes himself sad with sadness, but a freak is a mouse in the barn.
Don't grass public security, chop Loulan, and offer it as peace. When a horse leaves home, it will be a new moon.
Zhao Wangtai is still nostalgic for the past, and Du has long been interested. When Bisron first entered Los Angeles in 2008, he returned to Qin five days later.
Dry magpies near the cloud are associated with green scorpions. When the sun goes down, they worship Chen Zi. Ci friends talk about three pavilions, and drinkers compete for nine songs.
The clay painting no longer knows Hongbao, and the grass has no chance to ask the little minister. Grass tyrants want to buy bones, and Baizu Road has not returned.
Lu Long guards the old guard, and Zhuolu rides in the sky. Suggestions and suggestions are less than the weekend, and when they are done, they will go against grain and get rid of poverty.
You should move to the garden road like a horse, and Yan sweeps the palace wall without seeing anyone. Crickets crow just to close the door, and weeds are stained with towels.
Cricket was born and died, and he was reluctant to leave when he was injured. Sad at the end of the year, dry eyes and knotted intestines in the distance.
Old slaves wear clothes at night, and thin horses sleep at night. If the inkstone does not melt, it will fall, and the warm cover has no right to crack.
Embroider a tiger like a slap, and the dragon comes out of the box without iron. Fish is a pearl, and salt car sweats into blood.
Therefore, I lamented that I was more prosperous in my later years and pursued my husband to the north. There are no geese in the sky, and the clouds are fading.
Rong Yuan is a tin flight suit, and all people are powerful cities. The tiger shed is sad about the sand and the rain, and the dragon is sad about the river.
Yellow flowers hunt Anxi pawn more, and the mysterious land is high in the sea and north in the camp. The snow rolls and the flag is facing the grass, and the moon is high and the bells and pavilions talk about soldiers at night.
The clouds on the carving are clear at the beginning, and the horses are scattered and returned to the grass, gradually flattening. Folding drums and vertebrae, Niu Weiyuan Fort, and surrendering in the city.
Skeletons cry in the dark, and phosphorus fires are in late autumn. On the swordsman from the origin of the ancient prodigal son.
Ren Xia, a scholar, escaped in vain, but he was a prodigal soldier. The year before last, Lingwu was completely annihilated. The new ghost in Liaoyang cried yesterday.
I only smell cockroach hair, but I don't see tigers flying to eat meat. If you don't try the treasure knife around your waist, you will be lazy to look at the yin in the basket.
A sable lies in its ox coat, while a white dragon never meets an empty fish coat. A few years later, the sea became a mulberry field, when the sun returned to the valley in spring.
Everything laughs at the monkey, once it is gained and lost, it is no different from the banana deer. I'm not going to learn from Yu Qing and go to state-owned robes to pity Shu Fan.
Yu Qingshuang appointed Hao Lai, but Shu Fan was so cold. Years old, the phoenix is white, and Huafa is trapped in the dragon pile every year.
It is difficult to write willow in the flute, but it is not cut in the song. Autumn smoke in the desert gives birth to a pen tomb, Changchun Caoqintai.
Ice is hard to understand because of abdominal cold, and wood is harder than ash. The title bar by the Wan Li Bridge passed, and a pill was discarded after passing the customs.
Xiao Xiaolong's tree shed tears, and Hu Jia continued to be sad. White-eyed dust insults the homeland, and it is the Zhanghe River in Shandong Province.
Birds are sad in the wilderness, and cattle and sheep gather in the temple. From Guimeng Mountain to the plain, Ma Jiahe is louder than the kettle.
The person who accepts resignation is like a prisoner, and the prisoner laughs. The Changhuai River flows eastward, ending in a radial direction, and crossing the 24 th Bridge of the Wulianghan River.
Guabu comes to the north and there is a crossing, and Guangling goes south. Stone waves meet three Chu, and Jingkou sails ask the Six Dynasties.
All the willows will take care of other thoughts, and all the money will buy the palace waist. The ups and downs are full of hatred, and Yanyan is charming and charming.
If Yingying has feelings, Yanyan is still polymorphic. After crossing the horse or leaving the whip, every lang will be relieved.
Pick lotus seeds, taste lotus hearts, and pick flowers on the back. Words are like clouds, and romantic flowers form a team.
Make a fuss about buying it and talk about the rise and fall of wine. The powder in front of Xiao Su was sold, and the glass in Xi Shi Garden was broken.
Yang Li hung down ten thousand oblique lines, and Zhu Yi asked about the narrow evil. Every family in jathyapple drinks cold, and the spring breeze is sad everywhere.
Wang is concerned about the grass on the road, and the wandering girl is breaking melons. Eyebrows are green, makeup is bright, and Xia Tan's mouth is half covered.
Turn to jade fiber, unable to send pipa. The pipa changed and the song began to sing.
Eternal romance is not like Cui, leaving the soul overnight should be more than money. I would like to be a silkworm on silk, touching the same thread.
I am willing to be a mirror, and I will be on the same side. The mirror will look better than Nong, holding the light of the year.
The line will be longer than lavida's. I was ashamed to smile at the door, but I burned my clothes.
Only you can learn parrots, but my aunt is willing to learn mandarin ducks. You took a book to the countryside without anyone knowing, but you sold your sword and moved to your hometown.
Yanling is as high as the palm of your hand, and Fengxi twists and turns. Self-knowledge, loneliness and doubt, you want to be afraid of old age and not have children.
When a young bird comes out of the phoenix nest, it must have color. It is called the colt of Kiko, and it is called Liang. Just because I was down and out, I stayed in Kuifu, and I was trapped in Yelang.
Things are rough and chaotic, and human feelings are easy to be desolate. The water has dried up, the water has stung, and there are also humiliation and humiliation.
It's better not to be grateful for the last sword than to have an empty bag without a bosom friend. Shuang Yan is crying for the goose, and Xiaoyu is crying at night.
At this time, I miss my wife's intestines, and I feel sad and sigh. Your blue mirror is beautiful, and my concubine is beautiful at the age of thirty.
Several pairs of carp were late, and the Ming River was rotten. Clouds on the sea hang in dreams, and the grass in the southwest is chaotic.
Once a year, Yan Dou returns and flies around. The golden duck is cold and precious, and the jade fish account is cold and the silver screen is dark.
Whether He Xinchun will stay or not, Du Fu is ashamed to see no flowers. People know that I have a husband, and it's better to abandon me than never.
Hà Thu holds the morning dew, but it is difficult to make it a bright moon pearl. When the sun sets, it's hard to cut it into a piece of red.
The tide is far away, and the letter is still there. Although the full moon is good, it only takes a moment. It is hard to give up when you die, and the eyes of willow will not dry up in spring.
Liu Yang is deeply worried and anxious. The country road is long and the countryside is boundless.
When the dream of homesickness is too horrible, the heart of homesickness is afraid.
3. Appreciation of Blade [English] Zhou/Translation
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William somerset maugham is a famous British novelist and playwright in modern times. He was born in the British Embassy in Paris 1874 1 month. His father, Laubert Aumund Mao Mu, is a legal officer of the British Embassy in France. When Mao Mu was born, his father had three sons, and he was the youngest member of the family. He lost his mother at the age of eight and his father at the age of ten. Because no one was looking after him at home, he was sent to live with his uncle in Canterbury. When he crossed the English Channel and landed on the motherland for the first time, he could hardly speak any English. Because of this, France and French culture have always influenced him. 1897, suffering from lung disease, he was sent to the Riviera in the south of France for recuperation and began to get in touch with French literature, especially Mo Bosang's works. 189 1 year, he went to Heidelberg, Germany for 9 months and listened to Schopenhauer's philosophy and literature by Professor Gup Fisher in the university. 1892, he studied medicine at St. Thomas Hospital in London; During my medical studies, I worked as a midwife in the slums of Lambert, London for three weeks. This experience inspired his writing. 1897, he graduated from medical college and published his first novel, Lisa of Lambert. This novel about the tragic ending of Lisa, a slum woman, attracted the attention of critics, especially the praise of Edmund Goss, a literary hermit, which made Mao Mu determined to give up medical practice and engage in literary creation. He accepted Andrew Langer's wrong suggestion and went to Spain and Italy to write historical novels, but his novels and short stories during this period were rarely successful. 1903 After returning to China, his drama "Honest Man" was put on the stage by the drama club, but it did not attract much attention. It was not until 1907 that his play was performed with Mrs. Frederic, which was the first success. 1908, he put on four plays at the same time in the West Theater. London's funny magazine "Stupid Gas" also published a cartoon for this purpose. The picture shows Shakespeare looking at the posters of Mao Mu's plays all over the wall and biting his thumb in fear. It is easy to imagine that after this unexpected success, Mao Mu would take script writing as his lifelong career like Bernard Shaw, but beyond that, he did not give up his attempt to write novels. After his novels were successful and financially guaranteed, he gave up script writing in 1933. However, he not only never put his novels and short stories on the screen, but also helped them. In this regard, we can only try to explain that the success of a novel or movie depends on a large number of readers or audiences; The reputation of critics can have a little influence, but the masses are still decisive. The success of a play often depends on the box office rate at the time of performance, especially the public opinion after the first night performance, and the "first night" audience of those theaters in West End of London, that is, the social circle of the upper class in London, the life and death of a play is in the hands of such people to a considerable extent. Mao Mu spent the rest of his life, especially after buying a mansion on the Riviera. Although he has hosted many British elites and even the royal family, he has his own views on the upper class in Europe. In Blade, he introduced Eliot Tambordeaux, an American who was obsessed with social life in European communication, with this passage:
..... With Eliot's skill, he would never fail to see that some people he invited just mixed him up, some were brainless, and some did nothing. Those loud titles dazzled him, and he couldn't see any shortcomings of them. ..... All this, in the final analysis, really started with a fanatical romantic thought; This made him see the crusaders who followed St. Louis to the holy land in the mediocre French dukes, and the British earl who put on airs and hunted foxes to serve the ancestors of Henry VIII in the Golden Garden.
This passage also represents Mao Mu's views on these upper-class figures. His abandonment of drama writing is tantamount to contempt for these upper-class circles.
19 15 years, Mao Mu's autobiographical novel Dust Net was published. Desmond, who shared a bedroom with him during the war, once saw Mao Mu reviewing the proofs of novels; He ranks this novel with Bennett's The Old Woman's Story, Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms and Wells' Ghips as a realistic novel that can stand the elimination of time. This evaluation, except A Farewell to Arms, is a little late and should not be included. It is suitable for the dust net, and it is also recognized by many critics later. However, it was later thought that Dust Net was the only novel in Mao Mu that could occupy a place in the history of literature, which was wrong. Although the Dust Net was published in the second year of World War I, it still belongs to English Edward literature. It was conceived before World War I, but in 19 15, when it came out, Europeans' understanding of this war was quite different from that of the later. At that time, the British probably thought that the hardships of the war were similar to the Boer War in South Africa and would not shake the foundation of the British Empire. Although France lost the battle at the beginning, it survived after all, and it would never have been thought that this war would have such a far-reaching impact on European civilization. Dust Net is an outstanding novel, but it should not be regarded as Mao Mu's only masterpiece. Mao Mu should belong to the representative writers during the two world wars, although he and Hemingway
The "lost generation" represented is different.