Prelude to water melody
Su Shi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drink heartily and get drunk. The author of this article is.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Note: Chen Bing: Nine years in Xining, Song Shenzong (1076). Dada: Until dawn. Ziyou: Su Shi's younger brother Su Zhe. Tiangong: refers to the legendary Moon Palace. Unbearable cold: This is unbearable cold. Turn the pavilion: the moonlight shines into the red pavilion. Carved windows. Shine on the sleepless: shine on people who have worries and can't sleep. Juanjuan: Beauty; This refers to the moon.
This is a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. Express the poet's nostalgia for his brothers and children thousands of miles away. In the first film, he asks the moon for money and begins to fantasize. In it, he returns to the fairyland, but in the end he misses the world, but he is very depressed in real life. The following film leads to the thought of parting because of the moon, and compares people's joys and sorrows with the ups and downs of the moon, indicating that things are not perfect, and finally ends with optimistic and broad-minded wishes of "thousands of miles away." The whole writing is full of twists and turns, the combination of reality and reality, the blending of scenes, the sense of reason, and the deep feelings.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break every year at the heartbroken place, and the moonlight night is short.
Note: Mao Yi: Song Shenzong Xining is 8 years old (1075). Lonely grave: Su Shi's wife Wang was buried in Sichuan, when Su Shi was in Mizhou, thousands of miles apart. The sideburns are like frost: the sideburns are all white. I said that I have experienced many vicissitudes and I am getting old quickly. Xiao Xuan window: The window of a small room. Xuan: A small room with only one window sill. Dwarf Songshan: A hill with small pine trees, referring to Wang's graveyard.
This is a memorial hall. Ten years have passed, and the poet's memory of his dead wife is extremely profound. In the first movie, he expressed his grief and told about his miserable life in the past ten years, which led to "even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other" and he will grow old at the age of forty. In the next film, I wrote about the longing for love through dreams, the sadness of meeting in dreams, and finally the lonely grave under the "moonlit night, short pine mountain", which reflected the pain of "nowhere to talk about". The whole article uses line drawing to reveal the poet's true feelings of missing his dead wife. Every sentence is painful, every sentence is sad and touching.
Linjiangxian
Su Shi
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The children's breathing has been thundering, so they shouldn't knock at the door, relying on the sound of the river.
I hate that this life doesn't belong to me, when I forget to camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Note Dongpo: It used to be a wasteland in Huangzhou, where Su Shi used to farm, and later named Dongpo after Bai Juyi's deeds of farming land in Dongpo, Zhongzhou, Sichuan. Sniff huffed, I'm already asleep. Snoring: Snoring. Camp: Keep going back and forth, which means running for fame and fortune. Ripple: Describe the microwave in water. Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life: pinning his future years on roaming and seclusion.
A brief analysis of this word was written in the fifth year of Yongfeng. After being demoted to Huangzhou, Su Shi lived in Lingaoge, and later built a small house in Dongpo, named Tang Xue. This poem is about his return to Tang Xue after a night of drinking in Dongpo Tang Xue. Expressing his inner resentment shows his dissatisfaction with reality and his desire for spiritual liberation. On the desolate riverside in the dead of night, the poet "listens to the sound of the river" and understands the true meaning of life by listening to the sound of nature, hoping to get rid of the gains and losses of life and find a free life. The sentence "Jiang Hai sends the rest of his life" seems to be a negative emotion, but in fact it shows the poet's pursuit of freedom in adversity.
Niannujiao
Chibi nostalgia
Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of Gu Lei, humanity is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang in the Three Kingdoms.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan nylon towel, joking, the wall is like smoke.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, a bottle still has a month.
Annotation Niannujiao: Name of epigraph. Dajiang: refers to the Yangtze River. Romantic: an outstanding person who is respected. Old base: old camp. Chibi, Zhou Lang: Zhou Yu broke Cao Cao's Chibi. At the age of 24, Zhou Yu was a corps commander of the State of Wu and was called Zhou Lang. Rocks pass through the air: steep and uneven stone walls go straight into the sky. Gong Jin: Zhou Yu's handwriting. Xiao Qiao: Zhou Yu's wife. Black silk scarf: A scarf made of black ribbon. Old country: refers to the ancient battlefield of Chibi. Fahua: Gray hair. Bottle: wine glass. Pour wine or water on the ground during the memorial service.
The brief analysis of this word was written in the fifth year of Yuanfeng in Song Shenzong (1082) when Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou. The poem depicts a magnificent country, praises the achievements of ancient heroes, expresses the poet's nostalgia for the past and his political ideal, but also reveals his frustration in his unfinished business. The words "river of no return, romantic figures of the ages" at the beginning are full of lofty sentiments. The description of "flying rocks flying over the air, crashing into the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow" makes the scene of Chibi magnificent, steep and colorful. Under the magnificent background of "picturesque mountains and rivers", the image of Zhou Yu, a young general who is "heroic and heroic", is highlighted. "Little Joe's First Marriage", Zhou Yu's romantic and chic, and "Feather Fan Black Scarf", Zhou Yu's calm and natural, determined command, laughing and making great achievements. After Wandering in the Old Country, I expressed my feelings. The whole article is a magnificent collection of scenery writing, history chanting and lyricism, and has always been regarded as the representative work of Su Shi's bold and unconstrained ci.
Bai Juyi:
Mujiangsong
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Two poems on bamboo branches
The mouth of Qutang Gorge is low in cold smoke, and Baidicheng is in the west in the first month.
Singing to the throat of bamboo branches, cold apes and fine birds crow for a while.
The Badong ship went to Brazil, which was rough and stormy.
Polygonum hydropiper is clustered with cold flowers and red flowers, and the wet leaves of Gracilaria are lush.
bird
Those who live in groups have little life,
As common as flesh and blood.
I advise you not to hit the branch bird,
The son is waiting for his mother's return in the nest.
Flowers are not flowers.
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come at midnight and go at dawn.
When did a short and beautiful spring dream come? When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.
The Everlasting Regret
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
The emperor's eyes are always staring at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Faxin, a disciple of Liyuan, and the moth old lady in Jiao Fang. Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Pipa tour
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
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.
Su Shi's:
Prelude to Water Melody
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Drink the rain on Chuqing Lake.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Cylinder wall
Seen from the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak.
Different distances;
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,
If a person is on this mountain,
Jiangchengzi went hunting in Michigan.
The old man talked about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops on a flat post. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.
After drinking wine, my chest is still open; What's wrong with the slight frost on the temple? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.
Jiangchengzi sushi
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual sad place,
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Melody of water "
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Drink the rain on Chuqing Lake.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Cylinder wall
Seen from the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak.
Different distances;
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,
If a person is on this mountain,
Jiangchengzi went hunting in Michigan.
The old man talked about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops on a flat post. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.
After drinking wine, my chest is still open; What's wrong with the slight frost on the temple? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.