Author: Qu Yuan era: Pre-Qin genre: Chu Ci
If someone is climbing a mountain, she will be taken away by Li Xi [1]. Laughing is awkward and appropriate, and children are eager for kindness and gentleness. Ride the red leopard with the raccoon, and get married in the Xinyi car. [3] Shi Lan Xi Du Heng, Fang Xin Xi thinks. In the end, I can't see the sky, and the road is dangerous [4]. Table Independent xi Shan Ye, Cloud Capacity xi and Future. It was dark, the east wind fell, and it rained. Stay in practice and forget to go home. When you are old, you will give it to me. Shi Lei Schiller Gorman made three plays in the mountains. Sorry, I forgot to go home, but I can't be idle when I miss you. People in the mountains are fragrant in Du Ruo, drinking rock springs and shady pines and cypresses. You think I'm suspicious. Thunder filled the rain, and apes chirped at night. The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried.
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Qiuyutan
Author: Du Fu Dynasty: Tang Style: Ancient Seven Dynasties
In the rain, white grass rotted in autumn, and the steps were colorful. The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless money is spent. The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future. The scholar's head in the class is blank, and the breeze smells sweet tears.
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Cassia, a leguminous plant, grows seedlings in early summer and has yellow and white flowers in July. It can be used as medicine to improve eyesight, so it is called "cassia seed". [zhuó] Attached leaves. Attached, attached. A car cover made of bird hair describes the bright colors of cinnamon here. Later refers to the frost and cold in late autumn. It is difficult to be independent. Fragrance. Weep.
This group of poems was written in the autumn of the 13th year of Tianbao in Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (754). That autumn, it rained for more than 60 days, crops failed, food was scarce, houses were destroyed and people lived in poverty. However, the traitor Yang found some well-growing seedlings and reported to Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty: "Although there is a lot of rain, it will not harm crops." Du Fu wrote these three poems, which vividly described the scene at that time, implied irony and exhortation, and showed a strong sense of hardship, and were called "epics".
Southeast Gu Xiangling
Author: Qian Qi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: Ancient Five Dynasties
It is often heard that the immortals in Xiangshui are good at playing the piano and singing. Beautiful music makes Feng, the river god, dance and dance, which is unbearable for travelers who travel far away. Deep and sad melody, even hard stones are moved by sadness; The sonorous, high-pitched musical tone is so penetrating that it has been flying to lofty places. Cangwu complains, and Angelica dahurica is fragrant. Music flows along the water to Xiangjiang River, and then into the lake, flying over the vast Dongting Lake. The music is quiet, but there is no drums of the water god. The river disappears, revealing several peaks, which are green and charming.
1. Yunqi: mountain name. 2. Di Zi: Yao's daughter, namely Shun's wife. 3. Feng Yi: the water god in ancient legend. 4. Meng Ming: A faraway place. 5. Angelica dahurica: Plant name, four feet high, flowering in summer.
The first two paragraphs of the poem praise Xiangling for being good at drums and musical instruments, and beautiful music often haunts my ears. In the trial poem, this is called the general theme. The goddess Xiang Shui played the drums and the piano, and the music curled up, so the poet spread his wings of imagination and circled back and forth with Yue Xian. How touching! It first attracted a water god named Feng Yi, who couldn't help dancing on the water. In fact, Feng Yi didn't really realize the sadness hidden in the beautiful music, and this kind of dance was futile. However, those "Chu Ke" understood Xiangling's mind, including Jia Yi in the Han Dynasty and those who relegated the south and crossed the Hunan River in previous dynasties. How can they not feel very sad when they hear such sad music? Listen, the tune is deep and sad, even if it is as hard as stone, it is also sad for it; And it is bright and can spread to the boundless sky. Such beautiful and sad music spread to the wilderness of Cangwu, which must have shocked the spirit of Shun Di on Jiuyi Mountain. Maybe he will come to Hunan to listen! That fragrant herb, Angelica dahurica, smells better when touched. Music floats on the water, and the banks of the vast Xiangjiang River are immersed in beautiful melodies. On the vast surface of Hunan, plaintive music rang out and merged into a hate platform, flying over Dongting Lake for 800 miles. Among these four rhymes, * * * is eight sentences. With amazing imagination, the poet tried to describe the magical power of Xianglinsao's music. This makes this poem avoid dull narration and appear magnificent and vivid. However, the last two sentences are even better: "The end of the song is gone, and the peak on the river is green." The above is closely related to the topic and repeated rendering, which has described Xiang Ling's drums and musical instruments incisively and vividly. Listening to the beautiful song, I wanted to see the Iraqi people, so the poet turned his pen and pointed to the beautiful and mysterious Xiangjiang goddess: "No one can see it at the end of the song". Just listening to its voice and not seeing the Iraqi people gave people a confusing disappointment, which can really be said to be a stroke of genius. What is even more fascinating is that after "people don't see", they end up with "several peaks on the river". These five words are well written because the colorful world created by Xiangling's drums and musical instruments vanished in an instant, drawing people back to the real world. This real world is still Xiangjiang River, or the mountains and rivers where Xiangling is located. However, a river is like a belt, and several peaks are like dyes. The scenery is so quiet that people have a long-lost yearning.