Author: Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
This word is only sung in plain language, lamenting one's own life experience and telling one's sorrow and resentment. Li Yu has reached the end of his life, and he has seen the end of his life. He looked back at the time that passed like a raging river, and the past of spring flowers and autumn moon came to mind year after year, forty years after year. The small building is easterly, and spring is new, but it is the last time; The moonlight is still there, but it is not my hometown. Spring flowers and autumn moon cause infinite sadness and sorrow in my heart.
Shufen
Year: Song Author: Lu You School: Seven Laws
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
This poem was written by Lu You in the spring of Xichun 13th year (1 186) when he was in Shaoxing County, Zhejiang Province. At this point, he is already a 62-year-old man.
From an early age, Lu You set up the ambition of "getting on the horse and attacking the crazy Hu, getting off the horse and writing a book". With a patriotic heart all his life, he looked forward to driving away the rulers of the Jin Dynasty and recovering the lost land day and night. However, in the Southern Song Dynasty, peaceful coexistence was always regarded as the basic national policy, and the whole ruling group headed by the emperor had long been content with a humiliating life and was unwilling to cheer up. Lu You lived in such an environment that he could not display his arms and realize his ideals all his life. When I was 62 years old and living in my hometown, I couldn't help looking back on my past ambitions and looking at the present reality. Because of this, the poem recalls his early heroism and the heroic deeds of the people's resistance to gold; While lamenting that his ambition to serve the country should be rewarded, no one in the DPRK can persist in the Northern Expedition and contribute to the country like Zhuge Liang, thus making the poem full of desolate and depressed emotional appeal.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Yu
Title: Meeting You Huan
Content:
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not the general taste, it's in my heart.
This word reflects the infinite disappointment with life in the description of the remnants of late spring, and is a model of live lyric.
Qiuxi ①
Du Mu
Silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies ②.
The night in "Day Order" is as cool as water, lying and watching Penny and Vega.
This is a poem about palace grievances. The "silver candle" in the poem refers to the white candle. The candlelight is quiet, the furnishings are gorgeous, and the atmosphere is bleak, setting off the loneliness of the ladies-in-waiting. The second sentence "floating fireflies with a small fan" means that it is autumn, and the small fan is no longer a heat-dispelling thing, but the maid-in-waiting still uses it to fight fireflies, which shows how boring she is. The night is very cold, and the night is as cold as water, but the forgotten maid-in-waiting is still not asleep, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky and not going for a long time. All she saw was Penny and the Weaver Girl.
Yu Meiren by Nalan Xingde—
An inch of lovesickness in the cloister,
The moon is lonely.
The background light and the moon are gloomy,
It's been ten years.
Appreciation: Rong Ruo revisited his old place, spending the moon and shadow alone, and his heart rose and fell. The cloister should be the place where he and his lover once stayed and dated. Now the bright moon in the sky is still there, and the people on the ground are gone. What if the moonlight is as soft as water? Wrapped tightly, it is no longer two people living alone.
2. The poem describing life is 1. The autumn wind broke the hut. Du Fu growled in August and autumn, and rolled up my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! 2. Li Qingzhao will never meet the sunset. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five.
Pave a green crown, draw golden snow willows, and compete with them. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night.
It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain. 3. Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound" is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence? 4. Du Fu: I hope that although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the vegetation will turn green in spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
5. Longmen Du Fu Longmen broken, eucalyptus out of the city. The emperor is close, and the gold and silver Buddhist temple is open.
When I returned it, I changed it again and again, and the water was long. On the journey of reading each other, I have done it several times in my career.
6. Du Fu, the old guest house, followed the personnel and never left this pavilion in early autumn. The pear leaves are red again, and the bamboo forest is still green.
The wind curtain rolled, and the cold anvil rang last night. Without Jianghan, the melancholy moon is invisible.
7. Cold food boat is Du Fu Chen Jia's strong meal, and it is still cold, so it is hidden in several depressions. Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist.
The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids. White clouds and white mountains are thousands of miles away, worrying about Chang' an and going straight north.
8. If you dream that Li Qingzhao had a shower last night, you don't need to drink after sleeping. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
9. Drunken Li sells golden beasts in his head because of the clear fog. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
10. Wulingchun Li Qingzhao is full of fragrant flowers and tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
1 point crimson lips Li Qingzhao opened the swing and got up to adjust her delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and golden retriever slipped away. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
If you have a dream, Li Qingzhao always remembers the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and unaware of the way home, returning to the boat at night and wandering in the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
3 drinking (fifth) Tao Yuanming built a house in the human territory, without horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. 4 Guiyuan Tianju (1) Tao Yuanming has no rhyme and loves autumn mountains.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and debris in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. A farmhouse by the Wei River, Wang Wei, in the countryside under the setting sun, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
One autumn night in the deep mountains, Wang Wei, an empty mountain after the rain, stood in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
In mid-spring, Wang Wei's family is full of spring pigeons, and apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. In the face of sudden disobedience, Philip Burkart Bin was disappointed.
9 Look at the new sunny field Wang Wei's new sunny Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.
The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.
10 Bird-singing Creek Wang Weiren idles osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
3. Zhao Yi's five ancient literary poems.
On Poetry (1)
Full of energy, the workers strive for new things every day.
Pushing forward 500 years of new ideas, the Millennium feels old.
On Poetry (2)
Du Li's poems have been passed down from mouth to mouth and are not new so far.
Talents have come forth in large numbers for hundreds of years.
On Poetry (3)
Only one eye must be independent, and many art gardens are lip service.
When a dwarf goes to the theatre, he always gossips with others. On Poetry (4)
I learned to speak English when I was young, but I didn't learn enough.
It takes three minutes and seven days to learn.
On Poetry (5)
I can't freely understand the poor through poetry, because I don't think poetry has worked yet.
Bear fish laugh at themselves and are greedy. He wants to work hard, but he is afraid of poverty.
On Poetry
Jin yuan Wen Hao
Spring grass in pond, Xie Jiachun, is a new word.
Pass the message behind closed doors, Chen Zhengzi, pathetic and useless!
Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.
Tang Libai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
4. Poetry about life ● The person who lives the most meaningful life is not the person who lives the oldest, but the person who feels the deepest about life.
-Rousseau
● The ideal of life is for the ideal life.
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
You need to keep calm in blue days;
Believe it, happy days will come. -"If Life Deceives You"
Live and work in peace, have plenty of food and clothing, and have a bright future. Sunshine avenue is happy, healthy, happy, happy, prosperous and happy together. From then on, happiness, family happiness, family reunion, more than a year, a successful career.
5. Poetry about life makes people yearn for it.
Like a caged bird eager to fly in the blue sky;
Life is helpless,
Like a boat swaying in the wind and waves;
Life can't be without ideals,
Just as a bird can't live without wings, a ship can't live without paddles.
Life needs color,
With a colorful life, life is meaningful;
Life needs faith,
Only by strengthening faith can we nourish our desire for life;
You can't live without beautiful fantasies.
It tells us that there are rainbows every day.
Life doesn't believe in luck,
That is what a few people will have;
Life doesn't believe in tears,
Eyes with tears will never see the rainbow;
Life is the best judge. Give and you will get.
Maybe, that will be later.
6. I urgently need some poems about life and culture, and there is often a sense of mourning between the lines.
That's not true.
Nowadays, the words are mixed across genres, and there are poems in my heart, so I have to write prose. But reading Zhu Ziqing's prose, prose can be poetic, and novels can also be poetic. As for prose poetry, it goes without saying.
I think a lot of people are lamenting the edge of literature recently. The core of these modern master novels is actually poetry, and some of them are more poetic than poetry. And these masters were poets in their early years.
Looking at the novels of Su Tong and Zhang Ailing, we can also find traces of poetry. In fact, most articles can be classified as prose poems or unbranched poems.
Read Proust. Poetry is an art of individuality, and publishing is only a social identity, which only shows that you are suitable for the style and orientation of a newspaper.
Zhu Ziqing, a great prose writer in the Republic of China, once said. Love poems don't have to be pure poems, with simple taste and affection.
Some fashionable petty bourgeoisie magazines, if you look closely, are still very poetic.
Nowadays, many people pursue pure poetry and seek new experience of poetry. There are poems everywhere in life, and the pen and ink in the words are poetic. We should rediscover the moderns of poetry. In fact, savor the poetic life.
Hubei writers Gu Qingsheng and Kundera said that poetry is everywhere. There are poems in his works, and he is still writing poems, as well as the works of Borges. You will find that the purpose of my previous poems is not to publish, but to love purely, in order to keep my prose poetic. Another friend who once published poems in the national first-line poetry journals solemnly said that if you write poems now, you will never write them later, Faulkner.
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7. The sentence describing literature is 0 1. Love life, love is the wind. "It is good for the poor to hear the wind."
Love is rain, "Love peony contains spring tears". Love is soil, you can dig it out by bending down. Which soil has no blood and sweat of ancestors and no green dream of future people? Love is a cloud. When you look up, you can see one. Which cloud has not seen the yearning of children and the memory of old people? Because of love, we are grateful, because of love, we are full of grief and indignation; Because of love, we are willing to be indifferent to quiet days; Because of our love, we dare to wear boots to meet them.
A life of humiliation, life is love; Deserve the righteousness above family, death is love; Clear and refreshing, live seriously, living is not love! 02. Heroes and Light A real hero will never be without humble feelings, but he will never give in to these feelings. True light is never without darkness, but it is never covered by darkness. Truth and falsehood don't need dressing up. Even if it is written on yellow paper, described on barren sand, or even turned into vulgar proverbs, it will shine.
Fallacy, even if it is engraved on the silver plate of the Buddha, cast in the golden tripod of the palace, or even pretending to be the revelation of God, is dim. 04. A candle has a heart, so it can cry and inject sparkling light waves into the world; Willow has a heart, so it can bow its head and meditate, and it can bring sober green to the sleeping earth. Flowers have a heart, so they can float out the fragrance of youth in the sun.
05. Reading is a communication. The imperfection and perfection of history, the turbulence and calmness of reality, the helplessness and glory of the world, and the bitterness and intoxicating of life are all integrated and separated from each other in reading. Reading is an enlightenment. No matter whether you have any poetry books at home, old wine in the cellar, whether you have ancient rhymes, Beijing dialect, hundreds of classics and popular sayings, you will not be wise, profound, literary and attractive without reading.
Cherish reading, that is, cherish history, cherish the sound made by snake-ash-worm-shaped Shi Guwen pottery, and cherish the decorative paintings on bronze tiles. Cherishing reading means cherishing tradition, cherishing Leshan Giant Buddha Yongle Bell, cherishing Cangzhou Iron Lion Jiulong Ancient Wall and cherishing Taiji Bagua Shaolin Wudang.
Cherishing reading means cherishing beauty, cherishing Guilin's landscape, cherishing the drunken old customers in Huangshan, cherishing the deep affection of flowing water in the mountains, the danger of flying in all directions, Schubert's slow flow and Strauss's slow blowing. Cherish reading, reading is like a song, and the song is full of tears; Cherish reading, reading is like a glass of wine, and you will laugh when you are drunk; Cherish reading, reading is a poem, and poetry is full of meaning; Cherish reading, reading is like a cup of tea, which is full of affection.
Silence is the most influential of all kinds of vitality. The sun shines quietly on the earth, and people's ears can't hear any sound, but it brings infinite blessings and the ability to do good.
The attraction of the earth is also silent. It has no creaking of machines, clanking of chains and noise of engines. However, it manipulates the planets in the universe to run in a certain orbit. At night, dewdrops fall quietly, embellishing every grass, leaf and petal, making them look brand-new. The source of electricity is not thunderous thunder, but silent lightning.
The mystery of nature is hidden in silence, and great power is often carried out without interest. Miracles in nature are all brewed in silence.
The great ship of the universe runs silently. We are in this noisy era. To be holy, there must be a lonely and quiet moment every day.
(recommended by Qu Keshen) 07. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that doesn't need to look at other people's faces and colors, an atmosphere that eventually no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the noise, an extreme indifference that washes away, a thickness that doesn't need to be quiet, and a height that is not steep. 08. At the beginning of a famous drama, there are often not many climaxes.
The entrance to the scenic spot is often inconspicuous. Delicious fruit, the taste of the first bite will sometimes be very dull.
Naive feelings are often included in progressive understanding. Guide slowly, dive quietly, savor carefully and understand quietly.
It is a must to lead the climax in time, explore the scenery in seclusion, have a long aftertaste and experience the beauty of Huiling. "Better", enlarged in concept, can cover the whole life course, and make a person's life chain gradually become solemn, beautiful, wise and bright in the constant pursuit of strengthening and beautification. 09. This is the true meaning of success or failure.
Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person and constantly striving for self-improvement". Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden the horizon, and refuse to give up eating because of choking.
10, Shayuan hides springs in the vast desert, and the water is surging, which is nothing strange in the world. Only such a bay in the desert, such a quiet place in the sand, such a desolate scene and such a fall behind a high slope can win the rhythm of heaven and earth and make people fascinated.
Thus, life, the world and history are the same. Ribbons float to calm and calm anxiety.
Give simplicity to difficult dance and glory to difficult dance. Only in this way can life be wise, the world exquisite and history fascinating. However, people are accustomed to all kinds of one-way exaggeration every day, and even the god of nature is crude and crude, too lazy to adjust it carefully, which makes people suffer greatly in the world.
1 1. After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim. Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers.
When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, and the starry sky cannot be dimmed; A flower withers, and the whole spring can't be wasted.
12, what is what slips through my heart and stays in the present; What quietly flows through the heart and cultivates sweet memories; What gently touches the heart and leaves eternity?