Sabina vulgaris,
Juniper,
Tar,
Phellodendron amurense,
Sabina vulgaris,
White colt,
Liquor,
Yellow and white,
Bai Cui,
White grass,
Wu Bai,
Ginkgo,
White colt,
Bai dong,
Selaginella,
Cobb,
White clay,
Frost cypress,
Liebai,
Longbai,
Cypress,
White deer,
Bai Wen,
Bai Jian,
Sabina vulgaris in China,
Baishi,
Bai Zi,
Bai Zhen,
Baifu,
White light,
Young cypress,
Baitai,
White sea,
Baixi,
Baicheng,
Bai Lu,
Ube,
Pepper cypress,
drainage
2. Appreciate poems about bamboo or cypress. Bamboo moves into hydrology and light, and takes time to make a green shadow of spring.
Dew, Watson, bamboo shoots, moss, frost roots. Weaving can carry fragrance and sweat, and shearing can catch brocade scales.
Three beams have been put into use, one for Wang Sun. Appreciating this five-character poem is to chant bamboo, but it is different from the general works of chanting scenery. According to the poem, the bamboo slips recited actually refer to something and need to be read completely to understand.
The first four sentences of the poem describe the shape of bamboo, but there are many angles of writing: first, the first two sentences are leaning down and leaning up, the first is to write about the state of bamboo entering the water, the first is to write about the shadow of bamboo shoots taking time off, which is to write about bamboo directly; Three or four sentences write bamboo shoots with exposed diameter, frosty roots and exposed moss on bamboo lining, which is indirect writing bamboo. But whether writing directly or indirectly, it is not out of a suspended virtual, but a real scene and situation, in which the poet observes and imitates.
He looked down and saw that the asparagus in the water was sparkling, mottled and lovely; Looking up, I saw the green bamboo shadow, which filled the air and filled with the vitality of spring. It seems to be a fresh morning. The poet walked through a path shaded by bamboo forests. There are crystal dew on the bamboo shoots, and the frosted bamboo roots are quickly covered with green moss.
What an elegant situation! What lovely bamboo! This is the bamboo forest on the land that the poet is familiar with-the bamboo in his hometown of Changgu (now Yiyang, Henan). According to the Investigation of Li He's Hometown published by the Propaganda Department of Yiyang County Committee of Henan Province, "the ancient village is not famous now", but most of the villages in this area are "green bamboo gardens, and the larger bamboo gardens have more than 100 acres" (quoted from Qian Zhongshu's Chronicle of Li He), from which it can be imagined that there are many local bamboo forests, and Li He himself mentioned many times in his poems: "There are bamboos in the south" (.
..... bamboo slips, rocks. ..... The willows formed a long pale green belt, and the piccolo was blown away. "
In addition to this poem "Bamboo", there is a group of poems-"Four New Bamboo Shoots in the North Garden of Changgu"-dedicated to bamboo in my hometown. One of them wrote: "I am tired of the separation of fragrant spring powder and black. Who is ruthless and who is hateful? There are thousands of cigarettes in the dew. "
All this can prove that the "bamboo" in this poem is undoubtedly the bamboo in Changgu, because here, Li is more likely to enjoy it so leisurely. Hugh describes the state in which bamboo grows tall and straight, that is, the poem "Four New Bamboo Shoots in the North Garden of Changgu", which means "thousands of feet can smoke more at night" or "playing jade and green on the flute".
"Frost root" does not mean that there is really frost on the bamboo root, but refers to the white powder on the bamboo root, which looks like frost, that is, the "spring powder" in Four New Bamboo Shoots in Changgu Beiyuan. These four poems not only describe the strength and elegance of bamboo, but also describe the elegance and charm of the environment.
The last four sentences of the poem are ingenious, describing the role of bamboo and expressing feelings: "weaving can carry fragrant sweat, cutting can catch brocade scales." Three beams have been used and one section is Wang Sun. "
Bamboo woven into mats can bear incense and sweat; Cut into bamboo poles, which can be used for fishing ("brocade scales"). However, this is still a common usage, which is not surprising. The most boastful thing is that bamboo was once used by the imperial court to make beams on the crown.
Zhou Shu said: "Wang (Song Ji) will wear mysterious clothes, and Zhou Gong (Ji Dan) will send people to Lingling to take asparagus as the crown." "Miscellaneous Notes on Jade Fu Zhi": "Emperor Wu Liang entered the sage crown, and the prince and the kings entered the sage crown."
"Beam" refers to the hard cross lining inside the hat, which is made of bamboo. This seems to be the origin of the last two sentences of this poem.
Obviously, poets are interested. Bamboo's natural and unrestrained demeanor and strong integrity, how can we not let the poet admire and sigh with emotion for its reuse? Poets are always eager to help the world and serve the country, but all their lives, they are always unhappy and unable to display their talents. Although they have served as officials and ministers, they are only in charge of the nine-product sacrifice to the court. They are just "gaseous male and female servants who just want to carry a dustpan and broom" and there is nothing they can do.
Its feelings and aspirations can be seen from time to time in poetry, so they are naturally interlinked in chanting. Li's poems, though bizarre and illusory in general, are the true stories of Chu Sao, but they are different in detail. Generally speaking, similar to Chu Sao's and Han Wei's Yuefu poems, the five-character rhythmic poems are more similar to Qi Liang's poems, lively and beautiful.
The same is true of this poem, especially those five or six sentences, which are vivid and neat. However, this poem by Li He is not just about chanting things, but weaving his own feelings into it. So it is different from Qi Liang's poems, which are extremely boring, fragrant and soft, which should be the success of Li He's poems.
3. The poem of singing cypress in ancient poetry He Yueting sings that the bottom of cypress is long and loose, and the old cypress on the hilltop is pleasant in color.
Natural vegetation smells the same, and the ups and downs see snow and ice. You don't like Qingjiang hundred-foot boats, and you come to pray for the New Year's Cold Festival with a knife and saw.
Thousands of forests have no leaves, the grass roots are yellow, and the pale bearded dragon sends the sun and the moon. Why doesn't Bai Yun, the old tree head, live in the mountains, but she reads the morning bell?
I also saw whether the world is bitter or happy, so why sigh or rejoice. Seven rhymes chant Bai Ting's spine, pulling out the body and shaking the sky, with hard roots and numerous leaves. I wear very hard at the ice and snow festival, and I bump into Zhizhi every time.
Try to see the frost destroy thousands of green changes, and pity the rain to beat a hundred red remnants. Only jade is as strong as ever, hot and cold, dry and wet.
Buried in a withered cypress autumn water, I have been smiling for thousands of years. Fate is neither good nor bad. How can it be said that the bones and muscles are like dragon crowns, and the Tao is carried by the ancestors.
At present, auspicious clouds are resurgent, and four Buddhas send lanterns.
There should be the word "Huanxisha" (meaning Su Shi) in the poem of cypress.
There is no one near the house.
There is rustling rain in the evening.
Who pity ji zi's mink and fur?
I wish I had no hope for the world, as if you were going to ask the ancients.
At the age of 20, Han was shocked by Ken's autumn.
Red lips (family birthday)
Spring leaves of cypress leaves drink glass lamps for your loved ones.
Xiaoyu dentistry catheter
People are as warm as spring.
The long green sideburns will not make youth late.
Spring is infinite.
Peach blossom bank.
Laughing at Penglai is shallow.
Mulan minus Chen Shidao.
It's beautiful.
The branches of Paeonia lactiflora are small and ruby-colored.
The dance sleeves are delayed.
The heart knows the truth.
When giving a banquet, raise your wine.
Advise me to honor the life of the former pine and cypress.
Momoxiu.
I am ashamed of my white hair and flowers.
Minus magnolia (presented as Jianyi Wang Fu Jie) Zhang Jixian
Cold winter.
The sun snowed a little the day before yesterday.
Pine and cypress and spirit.
Sen sighed in court and then withered.
People hesitated yesterday.
Enter a quiet place in the deep forest.
Modern and ancient symbols are the same.
So we can have fun.
The above are all poets in the Song Dynasty.