One: Yan Shu? Step on the sand and walk on the blue sea without waves, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away. The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain.
Two: Niu Cong wrote about Chaoyang Rock. You can climb the path by tiptoeing on rocks without getting lost. The wind is good in the morning and the waves are low. The name of the cave is exclusive to Chaoyang, and there should be parasol trees waiting for the phoenix to rest there.
Three: Xue Neng's Autumn Inscription: Sitting alone in the southeast, I see the morning star, the white clouds are slightly transparent and clear. The monk is sitting on the phosphorus stone, and a sycamore leaf has fallen into the middle of the courtyard.
Four: Shao Ye, Han Palace Well. The sound of the windlass left the palace in silence, and Benji looked at the golden well several times. The old sycamore tree has faded and its flowers are blooming, still resembling the beautiful figure of that time.
Five: Lu Guimeng Nojing There are many exposed wells in front of Zhu Pavilion, and beauties pass under the green parasol trees. The cold spring may not be like this, but there is nothing wrong with the silver bottle.
Six: Luo Yin listens to the pipa, the fragrant banquet and the wine, and thinks about the morning. Occasionally, I smell it in the dark of the phoenix tree. There is hatred in every piece of music, and the people in the whole building don’t know you.
Seven: One hundred poems from He Ning's palace. The sound of nature sings in the wind and the swallows return to the society. The lotus in Zhugong is fragrant and the moss is old and green. At night, frost falls on the sycamore leaves, and the royal robes enter the palaces at dawn.
Eight: Li Zhong's Two Poems for a Spring Boudoir: The dust is dim, and I am lazy to repair my face, and my peach blossoms are all red. The jade plug dream returns and the remaining candle is there, and the phoenix tree sings outside the window.
Nine: Two poems by Teng Qian's "Feng Guiyun" Yuyi can be seen by the railing of the golden well, and cold branches are lodged on the sycamore branches. Prince Wuling admired Wen Cai, and painted and embroidered clothes for beauties.
Ten: Lady Hua Rui's Palace Poems (the following forty-one poems by Wang Gui were written by the children of Liyuan) The willows lead to the ditch in the shade, and the parasol trees surround the vermilion tower. The Pavilion of King Teng in Jinling City is a shameless painting.
Eleven: Yao Yuehua's The Chu Concubine's Resentment The golden well is under the sycamore leaves, and the pulley is pulled across the windlass. When the beauty first wakes up, the sky is still dark, and her hands are brushing the silver vase with cold autumn water.
Twelve: Liu Yuan's Changmen's Resentment Raindrops fall on the phoenix trees in the long autumn night, and the sorrow and rain reach Zhaoyang. The tear stains will not be cut off by your kindness, but they will be wiped away thousands of times.
Thirteen: Zhao Xuzhou's play presents the sycamore tree with its leaves in full bloom, and its branches lowered after the rain. There is no need for crows and birds to report, as his family has its own phoenix perch.
Fourteen: Two Poems of Spring Thoughts by Zhang Yaoyao The Inoue sycamore tree is the concubine's move, and the flowers are the highest at night. If the teacher does not plant seeds in the boudoir, he will fight to find out when the spring comes.
Fifteen: Xue Tao Farewell Li Langzhong The flowers fell on the phoenix tree and the phoenixes fell on the phoenix tree. It would be even more desolate to climb the Qinling Mountains. Even though Anren had poems and poems, half of his poems were mixed with mourning for his death.
Sixteen: Shang Yan Sings on an Autumn Night The parasol trees sing in sorrow at night beside the rain, fluttering their clothes and the color of moss invades them. It's a waste of time to live a life without ties, and others will look for the mountains and rivers of southern Hunan.
Seventeen: Xiu Mu. The fine rhyme of the pine trees is chilling to the bones, and the shadows of nesting cranes cross the high wall. The roots are entwined on the ground, so the sycamore trees will not grow long.
Eighteen: Li Qiao's late scene is sad and Jian Ersanzi's Chu Keqiu is sad, Liangtai looks at the credit in the evening. The sycamore leaves are slightly lowered, and the mountain cinnamon is about to bloom. The air is directed toward the cold dew, and the light is drawn toward the sunset. Long song and white water song, green pond flowers in the sky.
Other knowledge expansion of Wutong:
Appreciation of Wutong Night Rain’s Poetry Titles and Award-winning Works in the 18th Screen Poetry Competition
Poetry China’s 18th Issue The title of the picture for the Screen Poetry Contest is as above. The picture shows a hand stretched out. There is no background. All that can be seen is that the owner of the hand is dressed in formal clothes. What can this hand remind us of? The other party is a gentle and modest gentleman. The extended hand shows gentlemanly demeanor, but at the same time it also contains a kind of expectation. Expectation to respond and accept is an attitude and a courtesy. This can make people think of the outstretched hand and all the things behind it. The intention can be big or small. Looking at the big picture, it can represent a country and reflect the theme of today's world, peace, friendship, and dialogue. Looking at the small picture, the right hand raised actively should gather enough sincerity and be a kind of warmth. , a kind of confidence and also a kind of strength. And when facing such a hand, do we have such feelings? Have we ever rejected the enthusiasm of others, have we ever been rejected by others? From this, only by finding the connection between the picture and life can the artistic conception of the picture be broadened.
Let’s talk about the fixed title "Rain at Dusk". This poetic title seems to come from Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei", "It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy." At sunset, In the dim dusk, how can this lonely, uncared-for plum blossom endure this desolation? It only has "sorrow" - and "sorrow alone". But at this time, the wind blew again and it started to rain. How difficult the situation is, how grim the environment is, and the infinite melancholy is all in it. It has withstood the wind and rain and still blooms, or has it become depressed due to lingering worries? Neither is impossible. If we take the topic of "Yong Mei" and look at the title of the poem, it seems that we cannot escape the theme of "sorrow". Let's look at it: the time is fixed at dusk, and the scene is of pattering rain. At dusk, the most beautiful moments of the day have passed, and I feel endless melancholy and sigh. Even if I have all kinds of nostalgia, there is nothing I can do about it. And the rain, "the endless rain is as thin as sorrow", really brings out endless thoughts about the past. , memories, love, hate, sorrow, all kinds of thoughts are flooding in overwhelmingly, almost drowning people. A rain brings melancholy, and a romantic poem title is destined to make poetic melancholy surge like a tide...
Because the background of the picture is serious, it is necessary to stick to the purpose of the picture, and it is likely to be written straightforwardly. , and it is easier to write slogan poetry. Therefore, most screen poets choose fixed topics. There are 49 works in this issue, and only 4 of the participating poets wrote poems with pictures.
The 22 articles of friendly support have relatively many picture titles, and there are only 7 articles. For "Rain at Dusk", some write about family affection, some write about love, some write about memories in the rain, and some write about conversations in the rain. Some are novel and unique, some are grand and profound, and some use ancient poems to write about Lu You and Tang Wan. There are also those that write about rural charm, which are wonderful. As for the poems on pictures, most of them are written in a grand and grand manner, and also expand the artistic conception of the picture. Beijing Modern's "The Curve of Handshake" is written in a broad and thick way, and is quite powerful; Lao Pang's "Remember Those Hands" is written in an elegant way. The heroic, very appealing and poetic "Holding Hands with You" is concise and elegant, showing great language skills, and the moderator An'an of the Women's Poetry Forum is even more original, writing about love, and its emotions are deeply touching. Among the 49 works, I have carefully read all the entries one by one, and only some of them have been read due to friendly support. Because there are too many works and my own level is limited, I will not comment on them one by one here.
Finally, let’s briefly talk about the award-winning works. All 8 award-winning works have the fixed title "Rain at Dusk".
The first place, Liu Qingyan’s work, starts to attract people:
“Looking at you
I haven’t taken back one yet
Turns into cool raindrops
In this dusk——
Pattering"
Next:
"Your face is red , my heartbeat
And the sweetness of walking side by side
Strung on the rain at dusk
Under the umbrella I held——
p>Drip by drop
This patter by drop
The rain at dusk, the mist turns into boundless melancholy
It reminds me to remember A failed first love
Still sentimental——
There are no more two hearts
The purest closeness"
The love of love Taste, a failed first love, is presented to readers one by one. The wonderful artistic conception is indescribable, and the language is concise and fresh, giving people a beautiful enjoyment! The last two sentences of the first two stanzas use the same sentence pattern, and have a sense of rhythm. The three short stanzas contain infinite meaning and a touch of melancholy, which fit the artistic conception of sunset, dusk, and rain.
The second place is Bai Yuan’s work. The poet seems to have found a fitting point in Lu You’s poems, and appropriately interprets the love between Tang Wan and Lu You. Shen Yuan’s "The Hairpin Head Phoenix", love The infinite melancholy appeared in the rain. The poem presents a poignant love story and a woman's confession of tears. The author's skillful use of poetry shows that his writing skills are extraordinary.
The third place, the work with floating light, is written from the rainy scene in the countryside. It can be said that the perspective is novel, and the soothing style of writing expresses nostalgia and sweet dreams. The artistic conception is long and lingering, like smoke curling from a kitchen stove, and like smoke waves thousands of miles away. At this moment, the rain at dusk, in the author's writing, is not a melancholy moaning without illness, but infinite beauty.
Tie for third place, Qiu Yeye’s works are very skillful in their broad context, extension of the picture, and use of imagery:
“The rain at dusk opens the heart of the setting sun.
The raindrops are crystal clear, lighting up thousands of lamps
A fallen leaf is lingering, burning the traces of water droplets"
The beginning is good, expanding a dusk rain scene,
"Oh, where did the singing come from?
Blooming, white flowers
On the river bank, quietly"
Second The knots are laid out naturally, and the sight is drawn away.
"You, is that you? The dim figure
The sound of the wind falls, embracing the afterglow
The steps are stumbling, Drifting in the rainy clouds"
The third section of the love dialogue is full of heartache and tenderness, further elaborating the artistic conception,
"Oh, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the wounds are opening at dusk.
The water of the moon
A feast with bright candles
Thousands of eyes looking at it
The forest of torches is rolling in waves, High mountains, deep blue like weaving
Your eyes, your heart"
With the rhythm of the poem, a heavier and heavier rain drenched our hearts.
——, until the end:
“At this time, rows of upright trees are silent
The dust and smoke of your footsteps pass through my Heart
Your back, the earth is vast, like water”
As the poem ends, it seems that we can really see the vastness of your back in the rain...
When reading the whole poem, one feels soul-stirring.
There is also a tie for third place, the work of Qiu Rou,
“The angle between day and night
There is only one angle bisector
< p>It is drawn by the wings of returning birds."The opening chapter opens up a picture of dusk with a unique perspective, geometric terms, and novel images,
" There are aprons busy at every point on the line
A day's hard work boils out fragrant mist
Only the dark clouds are driven away by the wind and become homeless
Turning into thousands of rain threads
to mend the broken sense of belonging in the heart."
In the second section, using the same technique and the same novel imagery, the source of rain is written. And its inextricable connection with life
"The rain comes to the world and begins to sing
The singing beats the happiness in every window
And the voice is emotional Washing the air side by side"
The third stanza uses personification and a brisk writing style to describe the beauty of rain and people,
"What a fresh and clean dusk
p>The rain found its own happiness in the nostrils of deep breathing
Happiness is more in the lower places
This is how the rain flows to the lower places
< p>The only reason"At the end, the poet uses concluding language to point out that rain also has its own happiness and expresses his aspirations in poetry. The whole poem is fresh and clear, giving people a refreshing feeling.
Excellent work, Yunhai Fengfan's work, I read it as a very beautiful prose poem. When I write about my father, I think of Zhu Ziqing's "Back". The simple feelings make people cry when reading it. . It is quite rare to write such a long prose poem in a short period of time, with skillful language and smooth phonology.
Excellent works, Cao Yuzhi's works are very skillful in using a series of writing techniques such as novel imagery, flexible language, personification, symbolism, metaphor, etc. The opening chapter is extraordinary:
"A day of encounters
Drenched by the evening rain
The mood washed out
I can only hang on the nightingale "On the cry"
The ending is free and easy:
"Then, I will sit in the rain
Put the dusk on my body
Look out for the wind Throw it into the wind
Hide the flower among the flowers
Hold the chicken’s first love in your hand
Give the shepherd boy’s flute to the old cow
p>Waiting for a heavy snow
Flying all over the sky"
The whole article is full of images, which connects the rain at dusk with the daily life, which is quite powerful. At the same time, It also shows the poet's free and easy mind.
Excellent works, Luo Long's works, in a dusk rain, written into infinite reverie, "the twine that my mother spun when she was young", "the lover's red scarf", the sound of frogs, childhood, as they say It is a rain scene at dusk, rather than the mood flying in the rain. So, it is logical that such a rain at dusk makes the author "Tonight, he is destined to fall asleep under a homesick quilt." The whole poem shows the author's thoughts in the rain, with coherent momentum and certain emotions.