The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight.
Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for? Written in the spring and March of the fourth year of Shaosheng (1097). Prior to this, due to the struggle between the old and new parties, Qin Guan was sentenced to Hangzhou, and Liu Zheng told him to increase his record and demote Chuzhou's wine tax.
Shao Sheng was convicted of writing Buddhist books for three years and exiled to Chenzhou (now Chenzhou City, Hunan Province). Being relegated one by one, one can imagine the bitterness of his mood, which was shaped by his pen, and his ci became more and more sad.
This work was written when I first arrived in Chenzhou, and expressed the bitterness and bitterness of exile with euphemistic and tortuous brushwork. Become the eternal swan song of the noun circle.
Appreciate the lonely and cold environment in the middle of a paragraph. The first three sentences write about the scenery in love, and suddenly open a picture of sadness, confusion and ecstasy: the sky is foggy and the balcony is hidden, and the ferry is confused and difficult to distinguish in the moonlight.
"The fog is lost, and the moon is lost." Intertextuality is not only a neat sentence, but also a beautiful sentence with mixed scenes.
The words "lost" and "lost" not only accurately outline the ambiguity of the tower and ferry in the fog under the moon, but also accurately write the author's infinite sadness. "Mist loss" and "Moon loss" all contributed to the next sentence "Hope to break".
"Taoyuan is nowhere to be found." The poet should have been standing in the inn for a long time, looking for the paradise described by Tao Yuanming.
Taoyuan, located in Wuling (now Changde, Hunan), is not far from Chenzhou. The poet is associated with this: it is "looking elsewhere" and it is also futile.
With the word "broken", people can appreciate the poet's melancholy eyes and his disappointment and pain in searching for a fantasy realm for a long time. His Pink Lips is titled Taoyuan.
In a word, "the fate of dust is wrong, and there is no intention of living between flowers." Write the same mood.
"Taoyuan" is a resort to avoid chaos in Tao Yuanming's mind and an ideal paradise in the poet's mind. It is a caring place throughout the ages, and different generations are United. And "fog" and "moon" are insurmountable obstacles in reality, and they present unspeakable symbolic significance with their own emptiness.
And "Loutai" and "Jindu", in the minds of China literati, are also endowed with cultural and spiritual meanings, which are upward and transcendental expansion of spiritual space. How the poet wishes to find a secret passage to "Taoyuan"! However, he was only disappointed.
One is "lost" and another is "lost". What the reality returns to him is the scene of this fog cage and smoke lock. The failure of "adapting to heaven" aims to lead to unbearable reality.
So the conniving eyes began to adduce and ridiculed that "the lonely pavilion is cold in spring, and the cuckoo is sunset." Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. I live in a hostel in Chenzhou, a small town in southern Hunan, far from my hometown. It's easy to breed homesickness, what's more, I'm not traveling abroad, but I'm reduced to the end of the world.
These two sentences are intended to play up the desolation of this relegated place. In the chilly spring season, I am alone in the guest house, thinking about the past, and I feel chilling about the future.
A word "closed" locked the door of the museum in the cold spring and locked the heart that wanted to expand. There are even cuckoo calls, urging people to "go home" and reminding travelers of their worries; The setting sun is heavy and falling to the west. How can you not touch a desolate sense of life experience?
Poets use words such as "lonely pavilion", "cold spring", "cuckoo bird" and "sunset" to arouse people's feelings and make people feel sad, that is, to integrate their feelings into the scenery and create a kind of "realm with me". Moreover, the use of the word "comparable" leads to a strong chill, as if his whole body and mind were swallowed up in this bleak and gloomy cloud all over the sky.
Mr. Wang Jing' an couldn't help but write a poem saying, "It's saddest to swim less, but when it comes to' the lonely pavilion closes in the cold of spring and the cuckoo sets in the sunset', it becomes sad." Many seniors feel uncomfortable with the word "sunset" after their "sunset" and think they are tired.
These three words are actually expressing the passage of time and making a note for "hope to break". The sun goes down, that is, when the sun goes down, it slowly sinks and dusk begins.
"Dusk" is when the sun sets. This time series contains the feeling that the poet is worried about the coming of the night because of loneliness. This is a sad mood that people who are in a successful situation and have a full life have never experienced.
Therefore, the word "sunset" greatly increases the emotional color. The next movie begins with the narration, which is about the enthusiasm and comfort of distant friends.
"Send a plum flower, the fish is the ruler." There are two allusions to letters sent by friends, which can be found in Jingzhou Ji and the ancient poem Ma Yin Great Wall Cave Tour.
The news that Mei Chuansu was comforted by distant relatives and friends should have been encouraging, but as a relegated poet, there is no hope of returning to the North, but "my heart is not the same." Every letter wrapped in comfort from relatives and friends will always touch the sensitive heartstrings of the poet and play a sad song recalling the past life and saving the present suffering. Every time a letter comes, the poet has to go through this spiritual struggle, which deepens his hatred.
So the third sentence, there is a sharp turn, "this hate is not heavy." All comfort is of no help.
Leaving hate is like "hate", which is unbearable. A word "build by laying bricks or stones" visualizes the invisible sadness, as if it can be accumulated repeatedly, and finally a thick and solid "hate" wall like a brick wall is built.
Hate who? Hate what? The poet in adversity did not make it clear. Contact him in "self-defense": "Once a strange disaster is created, it is zero."
It can be seen that his hatred is related to falling horse, and falling horse is related to party disaster. In the history of ci poetry, as a representative poet of graceful and restrained school, Qin Guan expressed his resistance to reality with this "hate" wall in his heart.
Doesn't he want to express his inner sorrow and indignation? However, he was too worried and sarcastic to make it clear. So he turned reality into fiction and made a mistake, treating the scenery in front of him as a stupid question: "Chen Jiang is lucky to go around Chen Shan, who will go to Xiaoxiang?" Unreasonable and affectionate, unreasonable and wonderful.
It seems that the poet is saying to Chen Jiang: Chen Jiang, you used to flow around Chenshan, but why did journey to the south come to Xiaoxiang? As for the implication of these two sentences, I might think: "Chen Jiang can't stand the loneliness of the mountain city, and has already left his hometown, but he still has to stay here and can't be free." (Selected Poems of Hu Song) Or he thinks that the poet is "asking himself and answering himself" and laments his own life experience: "I am a studious man and wanted to do something for the court, just as Chen Jiang was at Chen's side.
2. Tafloxacin Chenzhou Hotel Su Shi's famous sentence "Tafloxacin Chenzhou Hotel" is the work of Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This word was written in the spring and March of Shao Sheng (1097) four years when the author first arrived in Chenzhou. The poet was relegated because of the party struggle, and lived far away in Chenzhou (now Hunan), suffering from mental pain. Feelings of writing lyrics about guest houses: the first part is about the lonely and cold environment in the middle; The next movie begins with the narration, which is about the enthusiasm and comfort of distant friends. The whole poem expresses the bitterness and sadness of the frustrated and reveals the dissatisfaction with the real politics with euphemistic and tortuous brushstrokes.
Tashahang Chenzhou Hotel
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
3. The good words of Dongjiang Lake in Chenzhou Dongjiang Lake Poetry Fragments
I remember those sentences. That's great. I wrote it hundreds of years ago.
Picturesque. This kind of scenery travels through time and space, and it will not move for thousands of years. It's beautiful. Silence.
A piece of debris crossed the field, and no ship crossed it by itself.
What is this picture? Dreamy and picturesque, I should have seen it, but I can't remember it.
Like a fragment, a memory fragment, a dream fragment. No, it's not. It should be a fragment of past lives, a fragment of Tang poetry!
Recently, my mood has been ups and downs, such as the storm in South Guangdong, and I have been sad. The sky in Guangzhou is dark and striking, and all I see is sadness and trance.
I really want to find a paradise, a girl without sadness, or a cup of forgetting medicine to keep all the sadness and pain away from me.
This is really a paradise. So quiet and peaceful. In the new sunshine, quietly.
Ye Zhou is quietly moored in the dense shade, and the weeds on the shore are moistened by the rain, which is even more lovely.
Suddenly, one or two orioles passed by the bamboo forest. Before I could raise my camera, they were already submerged in the dense green bamboo sea.
This river runs through the heavens and the earth, where are the colors of the mountains?
This vast water has been flowing eastward without end. The Yangtze River, then the sea.
People in love the water always love this weak but indomitable momentum. How many drops of water can make this quiet lake, vast river and boundless sea?
Being in the mountains and rivers and looking up at the vast universe, I only feel a drop in the ocean. But in my heart, I am actually happy. I have the will to go with the flow and want to give myself to the wind.
Three chardonnay scattered into odd pieces, chengjiang quiet as practice.
I said I would get up early to watch the sunrise. In my imagination, it should be mist, condensed on the river. The red sun, so weak, scattered with red light.
But in the early days. Before the sun came out, the morning fog on the river had risen halfway up the mountain. The distant mountains disappeared into the mist. Just like this sentence, "Yu Xia is scattered into cockroaches, and Chengjiang is as quiet as practice."
The last two sentences of Xie Tiao's poems are "Only when you have feelings will you miss your hometown. No one can change it. " Unfortunately, I am not a returnee, but a passer-by.
The smoke is empty, and the beach is broken.
Month, like being crushed. There are vague shadows on the water.
The smoke on the small continent in the water is connected with the blue sky. The waves at the water's edge are loud, and the green water is dotted with several fishing nets.
I can't help but think of the last sentence of Huang Furan's "Gui Luo Shui": Who knows the singer, this meaning is long.
This situation is really suitable for singing. Let the song across the lake, suitable for such ethereal voice, echoing on the river for a long time. ...
We drove by, and everyone exclaimed-fairyland, fairyland.
In my opinion, this is the most beautiful scenery in the whole Dongjiang Lake-the misty Little Dongjiang River.
There are layers of fog on the river. Like a dream.
Unfortunately, it was sunny when we drove by the next day.
The fog is much lighter. Only a thin layer is left, and the yarn is usually laid on the river.
Take a strong picture of the last remnant fog with the camera. I'm not content.
So I told Sister Rong that we would come back when the autumn leaves were full and kumquat was full. Find a farmhouse, get up early in the morning and rent a boat. A boat floats in the dreamlike morning mist. Watching fishermen cast nets against the morning sun and paying attention to the warm green looming in the fog. ...
However, I don't insist. After all, I have seen such beautiful scenery. Just a quick glance.
4. I remember those sentences with good words about Jianghu.
That's great. I wrote it hundreds of years ago.
Picturesque. This kind of scenery travels through time and space, and it will not move for thousands of years.
It's beautiful. Silence.
What is this picture? Dreamy and picturesque, I should have seen it, but I can't remember it. Like a fragment, a memory fragment, a dream fragment.
No, it's not. It should be a fragment of past lives, a fragment of Tang poetry! Recently, my mood has been ups and downs, such as the storm in South Guangdong, and I have been sad. The sky in Guangzhou is dark and striking, and all I see is sadness and trance.
I really want to find a paradise, a girl without sadness, or a cup of forgetting medicine to keep all the sadness and pain away from me. This is really a paradise.
So quiet and peaceful. In the new sunshine, quietly.
Ye Zhou is quietly moored in the dense shade, and the weeds on the shore are moistened by the rain, which is even more lovely. Suddenly, one or two orioles passed by the bamboo forest. Before I could raise my camera, they were already submerged in the dense green bamboo sea.
Fragment 2 This river crosses the heavens and the earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no, and the water is vast and endless, heading east. The Yangtze River, then the sea.
People in love the water always love this weak but indomitable momentum. How many drops of water can make this quiet lake, vast river and boundless sea? Being in the mountains and rivers and looking up at the vast universe, I only feel a drop in the ocean.
But in my heart, I am actually happy. I have the will to go with the flow and want to give myself to the wind. Three pieces of rosy clouds are scattered into enchanting scenery, and Chengjiang is as quiet as practice. I said I would get up early to watch the sunrise.
In my imagination, it should be mist, condensed on the river. The red sun, so weak, scattered with red light.
But in the early days. Before the sun came out, the morning fog on the river had risen halfway up the mountain.
The distant mountains disappeared into the mist. Just like this sentence, "Yu Xia is scattered into cockroaches, and Chengjiang is as quiet as practice."
The last two sentences of Xie Tiao's poems are "Only when you have feelings will you miss your hometown. No one can change it. " Unfortunately, I am not a returnee, but a passer-by.
The smoke is empty, and the beach is broken. Month, like being crushed.
There are vague shadows on the water. The smoke on the small continent in the water is connected with the blue sky.
The waves at the water's edge are loud, and the green water is dotted with several fishing nets. I can't help but think of the last sentence of Huang Furan's "Gui Luo Shui": Who knows the singer, this meaning is long.
This situation is really suitable for singing. Let the song across the lake, suitable for such ethereal sound, echoing on the river for a long time ... We drove by and everyone exclaimed-fairyland, fairyland.
In my opinion, this is the most beautiful scenery in the whole Dongjiang Lake-the misty Little Dongjiang River. There are layers of fog on the river.
Like a dream. Unfortunately, it was sunny when we drove by the next day.
The fog is much lighter. Only a thin layer is left, and the yarn is usually laid on the river.
Take a strong picture of the last remnant fog with the camera. I'm not content.
So I told Sister Rong that we would come back when the autumn leaves were full and kumquat was full. Find a farmhouse, get up early in the morning and rent a boat.
A boat floats in the dreamlike morning mist. Watching fishermen cast nets against the morning sun and paying attention to the warm green looming in the mist … but I don't insist.
After all, I have seen such beautiful scenery. Just a quick glance.