I led the soldiers over the mountains and went to Shanhaiguan to guard the border.
These people are so tired that they can't walk any further. I ordered: "camp on the spot." The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, unloaded their weapons and set up tents. It was dark, the soldiers lit candles, and piles of bonfires were lit outside the tent. At this time, someone blew the flute, and the soldiers sang a little song from their hometown in a low voice. As I listened, I felt a warm current in my heart and missed my hometown.
At night, the whistling north wind outside the window woke me up from my dream. I put on my armor and pushed open the tent door. When I saw it, it was snowing heavily outside, and a cold wind blew at me. I can't help but tighten my armor and look at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. I miss my hometown-"How is my old mother in my hometown?" Can she eat and sleep warm? My children should have grown up by now. Are they quiet and warm now, without snow and snow? " I thought about it and shed tears.
Standing in the snowstorm, facing the south, I whispered, "The mountain is a journey, and the water is a journey. I am heading for Guan Yu, and the lights are bright at night." When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. "
The neigh of the war horse rang in my ear again. I walked into the stable, stroking the red hare I had been fighting with for many years, untied the reins, got on the horse and let it gallop. Unconsciously, I came to the foot of the Great Wall, and I gently touched the cold blue-gray city brick. In the swirl of snowflakes, my thoughts danced with the snowflakes, thinking of the soldiers who died in the war.
2. Who wrote the poem Sauvignon Blanc in the fifth grade of primary school? I remember this:
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Author Nalan Xingde
On this basis, it is a masterpiece describing homesickness on the way to the frontier fortress army.
What most easily causes * * * is the artistic conception of "one mountain trip, one water trip". No wonder Wang Guowei commented that "Rong Ruo's ci is natural and true".
This word is more valuable because it is lingering and not decadent. Tenderness reveals a man's lofty aspirations to defend the frontier fortress and serve the country. The phrase "a thousand lights a night" deserves to be called "a wonder of the ages".
Road, distance, mountain and water are the length of the mountain and the distance of the water.
Guan Yu is now Shanhaiguan.
That bank is on the other side of Shanhaiguan, which means it is outside Shanhaiguan.
There are thousands of tents in the tent camp.
There used to be five classes a night, each class lasted about two hours. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it means that it will snow all night.
The bell is boring.
hometown
This sound refers to snow and the sound of snow.
3. The fifth lesson of the first volume of Chinese in the fifth grade of primary school "Sauvignon Blanc" and "A Journey to the Mountain of Sauvignon Blanc" Nalan Xingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Description: This is a masterpiece describing homesickness on the way to the frontier army. What most easily causes * * * is the artistic conception of "one mountain trip, one water trip". No wonder Wang Guowei commented that "Rong Ruo's ci is natural and true". This word is more valuable because it is lingering and not decadent. Tenderness reveals a man's lofty aspirations to defend the frontier fortress and serve the country. The phrase "a thousand lights a night" deserves to be called "a wonder of the ages". Road, distance, mountain and water are the length of the mountain and the distance of the water. Guan Yu is now on the other side of Shanhaiguan, which means he is outside Shanhaiguan. There are thousands of tents in the tent camp. There used to be five classes a night, each class lasted about two hours. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it means that it will snow all night. The bell is boring. The sound of hometown refers to snow and the sound of snow. I drove to patrol Liaodong, and the accompanying hordes waded all the way to Shanhaiguan. At night, the camp is brightly lit and resplendent. It was late at night, and it was snowing outside the tent. Melissa Zhou's voice made people unable to sleep. Why is there no such disturbing voice in my hometown?
4. The first volume of the fifth-grade ancient poem "Qiu Si" is written on the topic of composition: autumn wind, autumn rain and evil people.
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, which makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people. ...
Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents. It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety. There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time!
Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout loudly and pour out his wishes. ...
5. 1~5 ancient poetry, including the author and the Northern Song Dynasty, Shao Kangjie, Siwu Yancun, Liuqi Pavilion, 890 flowers.
Draw clearly. Gao Ding looked at the mountains from a distance and listened quietly to the sound of water. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.
Thinking of Tang Li Bai in the quiet night, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Xiaotang Meng Haoran in Spring I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
The village is safe. In February, the grass grows high and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk on the embankment. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
I can see it clearly. The shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rides a yellow ox and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Xiaochi Northern Song Dynasty. Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
In the second grade of primary school, it was given to Liu Jingwen in the Northern Song Dynasty. The Sushi River is not sheltered from the rain, but there are branches of Ao Shuang in the chrysanthemum. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
Shantang. Du Mu is far from Hanshan Mountain, with an inclined stone path and people. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
When I returned to my hometown, I wrote that Tanghe Zhangzhi left home when he was young, but the local accent remained unchanged. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
To Wang Luntang. Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Say goodbye to Bai Juyi, the endless grass on the grassland comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The hedges in Xugongdian, Xincheng and Yangwanli in the Northern Song Dynasty were sparse, and the flowers on the tree heads did not shade. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Tang Libai's Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking Qianchuan Waterfall. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Children in grade three are good at fishing. The unkempt children in Hu Lingneng learned to hold the bow tightly and sit beside raspberries and moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Nanning and Ye Shaoweng, as seen in the night book, heard the leaves blowing cold and the autumn wind moving on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.
I miss my brother Wei, a stranger in Shandong, on holiday in the mountains, and I miss my relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain in Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Tianmen broke the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River flowed. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
It rained after drinking Chu Qing on the lake (Northern Song Dynasty). Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Don. He dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
In the spring of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhu overcame the sun to find a place, and it was a new period of time to explore the seaside and endless scenes. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Don? Lin Jie is watching Bixiao on Tanabata tonight, leading the Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the bridge. Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing.
Chang 'e in Northern Song Dynasty. Li Shangyin's mica screen has a deep shadow, the long river is gradually falling, and the stars are sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
The fourth grade of primary school, titled Xilinbi, Northern Song Dynasty. Su Shi looked at the side of the ridge as the peak, and the distance was different. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Visit Shanxi village songs. Lu you, don't laugh at the farmers' wine, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
On the way to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran, an old friend of Tang Li Bai, and stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The second envoy of the Yuan Dynasty, An Xitang and Wang Wei, was sent to Weicheng. After the rain, the dust was light, and the guest house was green. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain and Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's flying birds are high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Wang Dongting Tang. Liu Yuxi's lake lights blend with the autumn moon, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting Mountain in the distance, there is no green, but there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Recalling the prosperous Tang Dynasty in Jiangnan, Bai Juyi was good in Jiangnan, and the scenery seemed familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? In the April Song Dynasty in the countryside, Weng Juan was covered with mountains and green fields, and the sound of Zigui was raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Four seasons of pastoral stimulation? In the Spring and Song Dynasties, Fan Chengda's mud paste was frequently urged by rain, and thousands of grasses were planted in bloom. Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.
Fisherman's song hall. Egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and peach blossoms are flowing and mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
In the fifth grade of primary school, I berthed in Guazhou in the Northern Song Dynasty. Wang Anshi is in Guazhou, Jingkou, Shuifang and Zhongshan, only a few mountains away. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Zhang Tang, a native of Qiu Si, saw the autumn wind in Luoyang and wanted to write a meaningful book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Sauvignon Blanc is clear. Nalanxingde Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I'm going to Guan Yu, and I have a thousand lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, the shepherd boy. The grass shop in Yan Lu is six or seven miles across the field, and the flute rings three or four times in the evening breeze. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
The boat passed Anren (Song Dynasty), raised two children from a fishing boat in Wanli, and stopped on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Qingpingle? The village lived in the Southern Song Dynasty. Xin Qiji has a low eaves, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
6. Nalan Xingde's poems of Sauvignon Blanc, you should write a composition, don't explain, and appreciate ancient poems like stories-Li Bai: a poem of Sauvignon Blanc.
Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc I
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a single flower, with the cloud as the center, there is a high sky in the world. Below, I see the green and the agitation of water.
Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Precautions:
1, winding latitude: also known as sand chicken, commonly known as weaver girl.
2. Gold well membrane: exquisite well membrane.
3. Cool color: refers to the coolness of bamboo mats.
Rhyme translation:
Sauvignon Blanc We are in Chang 'an,
Crickets often wail in autumn and sound from Jin Jinglan.
Thin frost sends cold, and bamboo mats feel cold;
I miss her at night, and the lonely lamp dims with me.
Roll up the curtains to see the bright moon, sighing at the bright moon in vain;
As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems to be separated from the clouds!
The blue sky is boundless blue sky,
The clear water is boundless, and the waves of soup are next.
How hard it is for souls to fly;
There are many barriers between mountains, and it is difficult to meet the soul.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, often lovesickness destroys the heart!
Comments:
These two poems are both about the suffering of lovesickness.
First, autumn scenery, who was excited by autumn sounds, wrote about men and women. I think the beauty is as far away as Chang 'an. The distance between heaven and earth, the resistance of mountains, the difficulty of crossing dreams and meeting each other. Or this poem has a special status, which is the poet's nostalgia for Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty after he was forced to leave Chang 'an. Yu Shouzhen believes that "it can't be said that he has no other sustenance and completely recited the original intention of' Sauvignon Blanc'", which makes sense.
Second, spring flowers and spring breeze are very popular, writing that women miss men. Looking at the moon and thinking, fondling the piano and sending feelings, remembering the gentleman and cherishing the gentleman, lingering. There is really a sigh that "people are thinner than yellow flowers".
These two poems, in Li Taibai's poetry collection, have three volumes and six volumes. The time and place of writing are very different, and the style is very different. It really doesn't matter. However, it seems that a man and a woman are far apart, expressing their lovesickness, but it is not.
Endless longing
Bai Juyi
Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry. Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yue Mingren leaned against the building.
"Sauvignon Blanc" is a epigraph name, but the content of this word is closely related to it. Words are divided into two parts, with the same meter and number of words. Four sentences each, rhyme.
This is a thoughtful lyric word. Shang Kun started writing from the running water he saw before his eyes, and watched the waves in the distance. He imagined that the flowing water would flow to Guazhoudu and merge into the Yangtze River, and then he thought that the mountains in Wuzhong (south of the Yangtze River) were also sad. In fact, he deeply misses his lover in the south of the Yangtze River and hopes that his lover will return from Wu, cross Guazhou and meet him upstream. Xia Tan confessed directly that because the person he missed didn't come back, he had to lean on the tall building alone on this moonlit night.
Endless "thoughts" and "hates". The whole poem is set against the flowing water under the moon, symbolizing the long-term parting, deep yearning and the endless resentment caused by it, and frequently using overlapping words to rhyme, coupled with the soft folk song flavor, can deeply touch the hearts of readers.
Sauvignon Blanc-Bai Juyi
Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yueming people lean on the building.
7. Change the ancient poem "Sauvignon Blanc" into an article. Is it Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc or Nalan's? Nalan Sauvignon Blanc: A journey of scenery, a journey of songs, more snow and more sorrow.
On the way to Shanhaiguan, I miss my family far away. In the early spring of the twenty-first year of Kangxi, the scenery was cold and desolate, and the camp under the vast vault looked like a star falling to the ground, bright and abnormal.
Such a spectacular sight. As a bodyguard, I have worked hard on the pommel horse all my life, but I am more homesick. On the way to the traffic jam in a hurry, the deepest memory is the warmth of home.
As a result, the dream of hometown failed, and the sound of snow outside the account evoked endless thoughts about hometown. It seems that my relatives have sent me one journey after another, and some relatives have seen me off at the water's edge on the mountain.
I went to Shanhaiguan and spent the night with Emperor Kangxi and his party. The lights of many tents formed a unique spectacular scene against the background of the night. I remembered the words I pinned on my relatives to see me off. I went to Shanhaiguan, what aroused me was the rustling and heroic spirit of "Wan Li went to Rongji, flying over the eaves and climbing the wall"; There are many military accounts and a huge team, which gives birth to the strong feeling that "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen."
This triple jump of emotion not only reflects my deep attachment to my hometown, but also reflects my ambition to make contributions. I am in the prime of life, born of scholarly family, and have the superior position of the emperor's personal bodyguard. Naturally, I have a broad vision and extraordinary opinions, and my ambition to make contributions will be stronger than others.
However, it is precisely because of this special identity that I have formed a cautious and introverted personality. I can't say anything directly, I can only reflect my complicated inner world with the help of being immersed in love. What's more, on a snowy night, the family is not afraid of anything together.
You can camp far away from the Great Wall, in the dead of night, with snow and snow, and your mood is very different. It's a long way to tell, tossing and turning, and I can't sleep.
Original text; Long homesickness [Qing] Nalanxing Deshan is a journey, and water is a journey. I'm going to Guan Yu, and I have a thousand lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.