Poetry on metaphor 1. An ancient poem that uses things as metaphors.
Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Mowangmeimian, a tree near my home on the shore of Xiyan Lake, is in full bloom with faint ink.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Lime sings in the humble, hammered out in the mountains, and the fire burns idle.
I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world. The heavy snow in Chen Yi overwhelmed the tall pine trees.
If you want to know about pine trees and nobility, wait until the snow melts. Cicada in the south of the city, drinking clear dew, sound sparse tung.
Speak from a distance, not from the autumn wind. (Tang) The cloud of Lai Valley is still empty, and the shadow is hidden in the mountains.
Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.
2. Use things to describe people's poems
Zhu Shi CPPCC
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,
The roots were originally in the broken rocks.
Hard work and perseverance,
East, west, north and south winds.
Mo mei fu Wang noodles
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Limestone hymn
Yu Qian
Thousands of mountains are tempered,
When the fire started, it was idle.
I'm not afraid of this system,
Leave your innocence in the world.
Chen Yi, jon jonsson
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight.
If you want to know how noble pine is, wait until it melts.
cicada
Yu Shinan
Hang down, drink clear dew,
The stream gurgled through the sparse tung trees.
From a distance,
Not the autumn wind.
(Tang) Lai Gu's Cloud
Thousands of images are still empty, and shadows are hidden in the mountains.
Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.
3. Describe the ancient poems that describe people with things.
Tang) "A political prisoner listens to cicadas" by Wang.
Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.
However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.
Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
(Tang) Yu Shinan's "Yong Huai Yong"
Chuirui drinks clear dew, and the sound is like sparse tung.
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
Li Shangyin's Chanting in Tang Dynasty
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
(Tang) Li He's Thirteen Songs of Jiangnan
The flowers and grass in his eyes are all in bloom, and Xiao Bai's red cheeks are Yue Nv.
Poor sunset, Xiang Yan falls, marry Dongfeng without media.
(Tang) Lai Gu's Cloud
Everything is still empty, and the mountains are shaded.
Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.
(Song) Painting Chrysanthemums
Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
4. What are the ancient poems that use things to describe people?
1, everything is still empty, and there are many shadows and mountains.
Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. -"Cloud" comes to you 2. The reeds on the wall are top-heavy and shallow; Bamboo shoots in the mountains have a thick mouth and an empty stomach.
-Ming, 3, I love the orchid, don't flatter the spring sun. The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it.
-"Orchid" Wang Xue 4. There is faint ink on the tree next to my house in Xiyan Lake. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
-"Mo Mei" Wang Mian 5. In my cell, I was told to be firm here. There is no shadow on the temple, which can break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .
-"A political prisoner listens to cicadas" Wang Luobin 6. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
-"Bamboo Stone" Zheng Xie 7. Thousands of troops go out of the mountains, if they burn. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
-"The Poetry of Lime" Yu Qian 8. Clear your heart and be hungry. You sing all night. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
-"Yong" (Tang) Li Shangyin 9. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
-"Bees" Luoyin 10, vertical? Drink clear dew, and the stream will sound like a sparse tree. Speak from a distance, not from the autumn wind.
-"Cicada" is in Shinan 1 1, and the snow is heavy and loose. If you want to know about pine trees and nobility, wait until the snow melts.
-"Song Yong" Chen Yi 12, the mighty sorrow is slanting in the daytime, and the whip points to the horizon. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
-"Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" Gong Zizhen 13, bloom is full of flowers, and the independent fence is endless. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
-Zheng Sixiao's Painting Chrysanthemums.
5. What are the ancient poems that use things to describe people?
1, Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
2. Yu Qian's Lime Ci in Ming Dynasty
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.
I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
Stones mined from the deep mountains after thousands of times of chiseling regard the burning of blazing fire as a very common thing. Even if it is smashed into pieces, it is not afraid, as long as the noble moral integrity stays in the world.
3. Mo Mei in Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty.
The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.
Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun.
There is a plum tree in Xiyan Lake near my home. Plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be stained with a touch of ink. It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just need to diffuse the fragrance between heaven and earth.
4. Dondero's Chanting Zen/Political Prisoners Listening to Cicada.
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south. I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?
In late autumn, cicadas kept calling, and cicadas brought my prisoner's melancholy towards the distant. How can you stand this Qiu Chan flapping his black wings and talking to me endlessly with white hair?
Autumn dew is thick, even if cicada spreads its wings, it is difficult to fly high, and the cold wind is rustling, which easily drowns its song. Who can believe that Qiu Chan is so clean and noble? Who can avenge me for my innocence and integrity?
5. The Bee by Luo Yin in Tang Dynasty.
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Whether on the flat land or on the mountain peak, beautiful scenery is occupied by bees. Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?
6. Poetry that compares people with things
Lyrics of lime
-Yu Ming Qian
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
Takeishi
-thank you
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Chinese plum
-Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
Fu De Gu Caoyuan Farewell
-Don Bai Juyi
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.
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