Through memory
I saw you at a glance.
Like a daisy in bud.
silent
Bloom in the barren youth.
smile
A trace of love
I can't bear to read minds.
only
Years later
Still in the crowd
Looking for deja vu.
two
I'm still looking.
Sigh for the familiar plot
Rejoice in deja vu faces.
I'm still looking.
Trying to restore the memories left by the years.
Trying to piece together a whole you.
I'm still looking.
The death of youth
Your smile often appears in my eyes.
three
I miss you.
I feel that the afternoon sun is warm all over the floor.
You just sit in the sun with your guitar.
I miss you.
You were sitting on my right.
What is your name?
Lying quietly in the desk
I miss you.
Through the mottled years
You are still rooted in my heart.
I miss you.
I was thinking about you.
or
Just a memory of youth.
Appreciating Lyrics from Memory
Half of the black-and-white movies fell into the mud,
The old diary was ground to mud,
The photo in the corner is bare and covered with grass.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflects the footsteps of the past.
The afterglow caressed the swaying corridor,
Gradually blurred my vision.
There are cold tables and stools hidden indoors.
This is a desolate and cold world separated by walls.
I hold the empty building in my palm.
The turtledove flew away from her hand,
The ripples on the lake are no longer warm.
Familiar tunes bid farewell to the sunset.
Play it frame by frame,
Black and white video of memory,
Yesterday seemed just around the corner,
It's like looking at the other side through the fog.
Nothing can change,
What do you want to tell them,
The voice was imprisoned in the secret room,
The river of years keeps taking me away,
Gradually lose sight of them,
It's always vague
The night passed,
The sound of sunset glow came from the bottom of the lake.
And golden light.
The night wind opened the exercise book,
The paper crane floated into the silver harbor.
Insects are delicate lamps,
Tired wind rests on this table.
There is a pen at the top of the moon.
A piece of writing paper,
Hiding in a crack in the beach.
An oil tanker sailed into the channel,
The reef faces the campus.
Hey, this is the crash of the waves,
The water is rising.
Dawn broke the fence and came over,
The green of the forest turned white,
The hand of light pulled out the black key,
The new machine has started.
Appreciation methods and skills of landscape words
First, grasp the characteristics and implications of the image.
This is what we often say to grasp the poetic image. For example, in Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip, I see guests off on the Xunyang River. At night, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. The three images of "maple leaf", "flower" and "autumn" do not highlight the scenery and seasons, but render the environmental atmosphere and the sad mood of the poet when he leaves through the unique attributes of these three images. The images of ancient poetry often combine complexity and simplicity, and combine everything into one, which induces imagination with highly concentrated artistic images and produces peculiar aesthetic effects.
Second, appreciate the artistic conception of poetic scene blending.
Scenery and lyricism is a major feature of China's classical poems, especially his pastoral poems. Once the natural scenery is absorbed by the poet, it will inevitably bring the poet's emotional color and play a role in expressing the specific feelings of poetry. The methods of scene blending include scene blending, borrowing scenery to express emotion and scene blending.
Third, understand the feelings expressed by the poet's scenery writing.
Generally speaking, it is easy to grasp the feelings between the lines when writing landscape poems, but some landscape poems that are purely landscape poems on the surface are not so easy to understand. This requires us to have a certain understanding of the author's life experience and background at that time, that is, to know people and discuss the world, so as to accurately understand the feelings expressed by the poet's scenery writing. This involves a question of emotional sustenance. When analyzing poetry, we should carefully judge the depth of emotional sustenance and avoid arbitrarily exaggerating the ideological connotation of the work.
Fourthly, analyze the writing skills and language characteristics of poetry.
There are many ways to write landscapes in pastoral poems. When appreciating pastoral poems, we should mainly pay attention to the common methods and skills of writing landscapes.
1. Pay attention to the author's position of observing the scenery and the angle of describing the scenery, such as the change of height, reclining and reclining.
2. Master and analyze the author's methods of describing scenery, such as drawing, sound and color. Such as "throwing stones in the air, hitting the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow."
3. Understand and explain the skills of describing scenery, such as the combination of reality and reality ("Xiao sees the red wet place, and the flowers on Jinguan City are heavy"); Calm down by moving ("the bird is surprised when the moon rises, and the spring stream rings"); Contrast between light and shade ("all the wild clouds are black, and the river boat is only bright"); See the big from the small ("the window contains autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating"); Sketch is combined with detail description (There are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths) and "A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in Leng Jiang-snow"; The application of bi xing technique.
In the use of language, we should not only learn to appreciate the magnificent scenes described by poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, such as Wang Wei's "Lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen", but also be good at understanding the poet's meticulous observation, capture and description, such as Du Fu's "Fish in the drizzle, Swallow in the breeze".
Lyrics of "Running to the Moon"
Maybe it's because it's been too long,
There will be a dull pain in my heart,
Attached to the surface of thought.
I am well aware of the cause, development and ending of the matter.
I just can't accept the fact,
Life is like this,
It was already dark when many people were waiting for work.
Thankfully, when you look up, there is always a bright moon.
The city is therefore full of vitality,
I gradually recovered myself,
Accepted empathy.
The story brought by the season does not need lighting rendering.
There is no trace.
The quarrel next door is still going on,
Lift the curse,
You are silent in front of me.
There are no birds in the sky,
It's like my world has become a desolate Gobi.
There are no birds in the sky,
My wings make me doubt the world,
The moon on the roof of the office building suddenly hit my feet.
Vision is just dust.
There are clear human footprints on it,
Metal fragments,
Chang 'e's coat.
I'll put it back,
Because more becomes a burden.
The moon is the moon after all,
Whether it is a city or a place, there are many stories to tell.
Maybe there is something else,
Cold, charming, weird,
It always keeps people awake at night.
I'm always a little nondescript in front of you,
It often leads others to laugh and cry.
I never talk about today or the future in front of you,
Because I was always guilty there.
You are different,
You always have a nine-color halo,
Or dotted with stars
No one can stop you,
Apart from the heavy traffic,
Except my burden.
Before one night comes,
You dial someone's cell phone, and the ringing is harsh.
No matter where you come from, this city needs no comments.
Every time you make a special note.
Invite new friends to the weekend party,
At the coffee shop on the corner.
I think I'll be late,
It will be late,
Everyone's criticism, consciously or unconsciously.
People always have things to do in a limited time.
Everyone is in a hurry.
Many vehicles form a long chain and walk in sequence.
The taillights are on.
You sit by the French window and look at the strange scenery built by human beings.
Stand still.
A huge outdoor advertisement, a picture of a perfect face with a faint rouge,
The old beggar standing at the bottom holds a beautiful and fragile glass vase in his hand.
Occasionally, strange figures of stray cats will flash.
Disappear without a trace.
Its soul is heavily in debt,
The past time is condensed into missing.
Until late at night,
There are many bright stars hanging like a curtain in the sky, and there are also bright moons.
All its stories are as many as its secrets,
Also listed in order.
You always refuse to explain your habits,
Unique words or true arguments.
Over the city,
When the city has no direction, everyone hangs in the air.
In the noisy sea of people,
People who escape from the dark vortex are like tiny duckweeds.
It hangs on the left side of a building, watching your every move coldly.
It's just that you've never seen it with fiery eyes.
I infiltrated too early, trying to escape in time, just like you,
There is no anger in my heart,
It is like an artificially planted grass, which grows feebly in the dim moonlight.
The bare branches of Sophora japonica tightly hold the huge commercial transformer,
Just like you and I always hide in a remote corner.
Maybe at midnight,
The bright lights of the city confirm its prosperity.
Black and white vehicles and flying butterflies are still flowing on the road.
When I turned around inadvertently, you turned around and swallowed the stolen or cheated Dan medicine.
There are no white doves over the city.
The lost crow and sparrow.
You leave the ground as if it were flapping its huge wings and stretching its long sleeves.
The ground of the city,
Hard and textured; Your face is on the surface of the moon
Your departure will not lighten its burden,
Will not lighten my burden.
You will change because you leave in a hurry,
Completely change my impression.
Many people are still sighing and working overtime until late at night.
Maybe all night.
You can see them,
When you turn around and open the curtains.