Contrast the silence of the environment with sound.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Li Bai —— Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain: Birds are high, and lonely clouds go alone for leisure.
Du Fu-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Sneaking into Wei Wuying with the wind-"
Chuzhou on Xixi: Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild.
Chang Jian-Zen after the Broken Mountain Temple: In the early morning, you enter the mountain temple, where the bamboo path is secluded, and in the morning, you can see the treetops and flowers, and when you reach the Zen realm, the mountains and birds fly, and people touch the pool. All is silent, and Yu Zongyuan-
Jiang Xue: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, but there are no footprints in a thousand roads. A boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, and a cicada in a fisherman's nest in Hanjiang River-the snow is still, and the mountains are more secluded.
In Wang Wei's Birding Creek, people and osmanthus flowers are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds will sing in the spring stream. -
Wang Bo's preface to Wang Tengting is quiet in the forest, and Tonggong Mountain is more secluded; Sunset and loneliness in Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Li Bai's "Dai Tian Visiting the Taoist", the dog barked and the peach blossoms were full of rain. You can see deer when the tree is deep, but you can't hear the bells in the stream at noon.
2. A poem describing silence: Li Bai-"Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain": The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. Du Fu-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Sneaking into Wei Wuying with the wind-Xixi on Chuzhou: In the solitary grass, orioles are singing in the trees. Spring tides bring rain late, and no one crosses the field. Chang Jian-Zen House after Broken Mountain Temple is in harmony with people. A pool is quiet, and everything is silent, while Yu Zhong Yin Qing Liu Zongyuan-Jiang Xue: There are no birds in the hundred mountains, no footprints in a thousand paths, a boat with a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing for a cold river-the snow cicada is quiet in the forest, and the Tianshan Mountain is quieter. In Wang Wei's "Birds Singing in the Stream", people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon rises, the birds are startled, and the spring brook is ringing. Sunset and loneliness in Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Li Bai's "Dai Tian Visiting Taoist" barking dogs, peach blossoms are full of rain. You can see deer when the tree is deep, but you can't hear the bells in the stream at noon.
3. The ancient poem tells that a lonely bird flies high, and a lonely cloud goes to leisure alone. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. -Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple".
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Dwelling House"
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting
4. What poems describe silence? 1, practice makes the courtyard quiet.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
2. Huang Yuan Jinglinjiang Jinxian Institute closed the door.
Five Dynasties: Lu Qianyi
The golden lock closes the door and the garden is quiet, but the window is sad in autumn. Cui Hua disappeared without a trace. As soon as Lou Yu's song was blown, the sound was broken with the wind.
I don't know the personnel changes in the foggy month, but the deep palace still shines at midnight. The lotus looked at each other in the wild pond, secretly hurting the country and dying, and crying red.
3, Linjiang Xian, late autumn cold night, the Milky Way is quiet.
Tang Dynasty: Yin E
On a cold night in late autumn, the Milky Way is quiet, the moon is bright and the courtyard is deep. Dream at the west window. I walked around, which was particularly annoying.
Half of the red candle has a short residual flame, and the brocade screen is vaguely dark. What is the most painful thing before the pillow? On the plane tree leaves, there are small dewdrops.
4. The female crown is quiet in the spring.
Five Dynasties: Li Xun
Spring comes and the night is quiet, and the sorrow is sparse. Jade hall is empty, fine mist hangs beads, and light smoke drags green.
For flowers, Mochizuki Ayumu slowly became affectionate. Where is Liu Ruan today? Never make a reservation!
5. Niaomingxi
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
6. Linjiang Fairy drinks Dongpo to sober up at night.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
7. Operator, residence of Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
8. Enter Joyehi
Northern and Southern Dynasties: Royal Family
What's average? Empty water.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
9. Xijiangyue Baoji is loosely held.
Song Dynasty: Sima Guang
The bun is loosely tied, and pencil lead wears light makeup. The smoke hood is light and the flying floc is uncertain.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? Wake up first after a break, and be quiet in the deep courtyard.
10, Bodhisattva Man Palindrome in my heart forever
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Liu is a quiet person who sleeps during the day, while those who sleep during the day are quiet and calm. Sweat thin shirt is cool, cool shirt is thin sweat.
Hold the red ice lotus root bowl, hold the red ice lotus root bowl. Xiao Lang lotus root silk is long, and silk lotus root smiles at Xiao Lang.
5. What are the poems that express silence?
When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
It rings in the spring stream.
Title: Divination operator Jiaogu Seeking Date: Author: Wang Zhe's Body: Word Content:-Listen and explain the family. The stove is safe when the insects are killed. The essence is often pure and empty. Clear, silent, rash. Often forget to hold it down. Take the elixir and break into the hall. Shi Gang, the axe master, recommended Zhenyuan, Zhi * Penglai Title: Slash Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan Text: Word Content:-Sunset Rain, Lillian with Red Makeup. The wind will stop. Look at socks, Jiang Fei lighting mirrors. Flying fireflies dyed the grass black and swam along the flower path by candlelight. People are quiet. With gorgeous quality, chasing cold will make you shadow. Gold ring and wrist, Saussurea involucrata root and clear spring. Who is studying in the province? Covered in incense, it is still the old Xun Ling. See Hu Ji, Jiumo. Smoke lock desert, algae pond, moss well. Title: Ruoshui Spring Boat Age: Tang Author: Qi Zhengwen: Five Ancient Contents:-There is no end to thinking, and I will bear it in the future. And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain. The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod .. Appreciation:-Brief analysis: The poet of this poem goes boating at will in the spring evening breeze, which highlights his carefree mood and feels that it is better to retire to the Jianghu. Title: Huangliu Age: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kuiti Description: Word Content:-The sound was blown by the wind and floated to the corner of Chuiliu Street. I rode alone at once, only to find a light coat and feel a cold wind. Look at the yellow and green weeping willows on the roadside, as familiar as I have seen in Jiangnan. Destroy wine and break the bridge. I always take a pot of wine to the bridge near my lover's residence. Swallow and fly, where is Wen Chun? Only the pond is green. Title: A Plum Age: Song Author: Anonymous Text: Mo Ci Mo Chun was half drunk drinking wine. A weather-beaten spring shirt. The rain penetrated the shirt in spring. I want to sleep for three days. Baskets of mulberries are full. Full of baskets. It is unbearable to leave your arms first. Yan Yan whispered. Liang Yan whispered. Try reading brocade books with lanterns. People are in Jiangnan. The heart is in Jiangnan.
6. The sentence about silence sent the mind of a lotus flower into a fleeting time and turned it into a blooming orchid, like water like a fairy.
I just want to twist a poem, write a book with pictures, drink a little wine, sing a song, and that's it. Keep a safe, silent love, silent like.
Youth, we have vibrant youth. At this time, we all have a curious heart, and the temptation of life will take the opportunity to get into our hearts and capture us. On some sections, you can only walk quietly alone; Because I met you, I knew what it was like to miss someone. Because I met you, I realized that feelings really can't be forced; Because I met you, I know my heart is not really dead; Because I met you, I know I can have good memories.
Therefore, no matter how you treat me, I will forgive your kindness with my heart and remember your kindness with my heart. Silent and bright, like a cigarette, in every waking morning, watching the morning light break through the swaddling clothes of colorful clouds and climb high, in every brand-new day, whether sunny or cloudy, whether happy or sad, just add a new spiritual commitment in another brand-new day of life! Don't go to see the sea alone. This kind of sea makes you too quiet and lonely. I can imagine that when a person is integrated with the vast sea, that scene is the quietest and saddest.
Besides, it is not very safe. Life is quiet or vigorous. When the wind passes, there is always a faint fragrance.
Whose time is intoxicated by his ignorance? Whose eyes are wet from waiting? Walking on the edge of the season, I just want to be gentle and wait with my heart. I just want to hold your hand and cross the river of time.
We met unexpectedly in the silent valley. You used your love, I used my true meaning, and * * * went through a wonderful period together.
However, the height we are eager to have is 17 years old. Accustomed to insomnia, accustomed to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking of your light blue smile.
Habit, sleeping partner, habit of being alone in a room, holding the smell you left behind, sleeping alone. Accustomed to eating salty, accustomed to the salt of the wound, it spread a little in my heart.
I am used to looking at the sky and sitting alone in the well of love, reading poems about you. The line of sight is gradually clear, the light is not warm, a river flows quietly, there is no jubilation, a bridge stands alone, there is no scenery, a stone, the pictures are staggered, the origin is doomed, the three stones are doomed, sad, sad, not me, in that love word ... In the darkness, my hands are silently stretched out, the cold wind is like fire, and the road is too far. With all this, I can not be afraid of the night, but I have been brave for too long and decided to live only for you. I can't tell. I've been tortured and brave for too long. Very quiet, very quiet, like an out-of-body experience. Today, with the sound of clouds and rain, people I don't know, strangers, strange environments and strange cities have passed by again and again.
With a smile, like the warmth of winter, it has never changed, written on the face, fixed in the heart, and put an end to the future, so that I can fall in love and like it silently. As the sun rises, the winding path gradually becomes clear. The morning light looks at your confused eyes and hides a lot of sadness. I can't bear to see you sad, but I can only stand at a distance and watch your beautiful image disappear at the end of my vision.
Standing at the parting station. I cried quietly alone.
Your sad look is branded in my heart. A person's night is lonely and silent.
I feel that I love life as never before, I am full of hope and confidence in the future, and I can be a person who makes me satisfied and respected. Some characters that I couldn't change in the past are no longer a problem; Some pipes that used to be impassable are now open.
I know very well: I can endure anything and I will smile. -Qiu's "Montmartre's suicide note" fireworks rose in the silent midnight, shining on the night sky, and the instantaneous night sky became no longer empty, showing bright and colorful, affecting the night sky, but I don't know who will affect your silence.
But I didn't know there was sadness after your silence. Fireworks are beautiful, but dazzling, blooming in the night sky, charming and enchanting.
All the fireworks fell, and all the people dispersed, leaving a cool place. I like your silence and bury everything with my heart; I like your happiness, happiness seems to have the whole world; I like your silence, as if the world had disappeared; I like that you are sad, because we are thousands of miles apart; It's our destiny that I like you. Listen to your voice, we are so close.
I like you, I like listening to your voice, and I want to have you if I like you. Waiting, as if the world has been silent, even if the result is nothing.
Missing is a journey between heaven and earth, holding your heart and mine tightly. Silent midnight, it seems that everything is talking in silence.
Open an old yellowed record and exile in ethereal music. A bitter taste is spreading, which seems to be telling the knot of sleepless at midnight.
Time flies, bloom season, all kinds of gold entrusted to the strings, floating thoughts, like this music, cut memories a little. Some blank conversations in my heart tell who the colorful love has completely faded, and my world has returned to silence. I like and enjoy this peace of mind and elegance. Sometimes a cup of tea and a book are enough.
Walking or stopping, looking at the scenery in front of us, talking nonsense, the overgrown wasteland became an open field covered with black soot. If memory can choose, I want to cover it with falling dust and overlap it thickly. The distance between them is far easier to approach than the distance between hearts.
The wind is getting cold, my heart is quiet, and my thoughts are romantic and light. Open the diary and find it covered with thorns of time. They hurt my past unscrupulously.
Those youth years that can't be heard or found, like a cold cup of coffee, have worn through the heart. Crying doesn't necessarily mean crying, and being together doesn't necessarily mean owning.
Walk quietly, just don't know how long it will take. Watching those on and off, my heart will still be locked. Shan Ye's shallow singing doesn't necessarily break up. In the dark, we all have our own reasons, but we don't know each other's tears, and we don't necessarily have each other. Walk quietly, just don't know how far to go.