Young mermaid, Chunhua Qiuyue: When is it?
Dynasty: Five Dynasties
Author: Li Yu
Original text:
When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Yu Meiren is Li Yu's masterpiece and Li Houzhu's desperate words. According to legend, on the night of his birthday (July 7th) ("Chinese Valentine's Day"), he ordered a geisha to have fun in his apartment and sang a well-known new work "Yu Meiren". Song Taizong was furious after hearing this, so he ordered people to poison his medicinal liquor. This word shows the endless sadness of a king who has died in the country in a way that contrasts the past with the present.
2. What is the whole poem of "Xiao Lou listened to the wind and rain last night"? Lin 'an Spring Rain
Author Lu You, Song Dynasty
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
The small building listened to the spring rain last night, and the deep alley sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Interpretation of vernacular:
In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling?
Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.
Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.
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Writing background:
Seven-character metrical poems written by Lu You, a poet in Southern Song Dynasty, in his later years. The beginning of the poem expresses the helplessness of the world in the form of doubt, and the guest is abandoned in Beijing. The mood of the whole poem reaches a climax at the beginning, and the latter three parts gradually fall back.
Whether you can't sleep at night listening to the spring rain, boring "planting grass" and "sharing tea" at dawn, or comforting yourself that you can get home at Qingming, these are the footnotes of the first two sentences, and they are all helpless moves to be a guest in Beijing when you are tired of officialdom. The emotional momentum of the whole poem is from high to low, but it is seamless.
Lu You was sixty-two years old when he wrote this song "The Beginning of Spring Rain in Lin 'an", and spent five years in his hometown of Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). The poet's high spirits and frivolity in his youth are gone forever with the passage of time. Although his ambition to recover the Central Plains has not diminished, he is increasingly aware of the weakness and darkness of the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty.
After Wang Yan was transferred from Sichuan to Shaanxi, Lu You returned to eastern Sichuan in the fifth year of Xichun (A.D. 1 178) and worked as a junior official in Fujian, Jiangxi and Zhejiang. The situation of "I want to lie on my couch for a few times, but my sword is hard to drink" is quite different from the situation in which Wang Yan's men are reused.
In the spring of the thirteenth year of Xichun (A.D. 1 186), the author was called to Beijing to accept the position of Yanzhou as the magistrate. Before his appointment, he went to Lin 'an (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) to see the emperor, lived in an inn by the West Lake and was summoned. In boredom, he wrote this well-known masterpiece.
3. Poems describing wind and rain, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Zhuzhi Ci Poems, the First Part"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Two Rains on Lake Chuqing, Part Two"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. -Li Yu's "Clean Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
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. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Flying in Front of the Cisse Mountain"
You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin —— Li Qingzhao's Dream, Storm Last Night.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. -Li Yu's "Clean Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
This poem describing rainy night and early morning and melancholy mood last night is full of stories.
The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads.
Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle.
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum" red crisp hand, Huang Teng wine, spring willow in the city.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the leaves are scattered. Western jackdaw in the west is amazed, but when we meet, we will know when we will meet. At this point, the night is awkward.
-Li Bai's poem of autumn wind, the intestine has been broken, tears can't be collected, and acacia has returned to Xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad! Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.
At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop? Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home! Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.
Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.
The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.
It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.
Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge.
Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow. Break your hat and add more hair.
Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen.
A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones. Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first.
Long night flute, don't play! Qin Guan's: to reduce the old hatred of magnolia in the world, lonely people don't ask. I want to see the ileum, but I can't smell the small seal of the golden stove. If the moth grows very long, you can't let the spring breeze blow. If you are trapped in a dangerous building, you can't worry about the word Hong Fei. Huanxisha is lonely and cold, so you can go to the small building. "Little Silver Rogue" is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water are quiet. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
I stepped on the beach and lost my tower in the fog. The moon was in the maze, but I couldn't find a place to see Taoyuan. I can see the lonely pavilion closed in spring and the cuckoo singing in the sunset. I send plum blossoms, and the fish is too full, which makes me hate. Chen Qiang was lucky enough to go to Chen Shan and went to Xiaoxiang for her. Su Shi's: Jiang remembered the dream of life and death for ten years on the twentieth day of the first month. 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, 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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
There are many, many things that can't be done. Send me an email if you have any questions: search and seek, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is nothing I can do to get rid of this situation. I just frown, but my heart is foggy. I will always worry about the clouds, so that I can refresh my mind and destroy the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die.
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum" red crisp hand, Huang Teng wine, spring willow in the city.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves are still scattered, and the western Western jackdaw is surprised, and the lovesickness will know when to meet. At this point, the night is awkward.
-Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Poetry" and many other poems describe the loneliness of lovers separated by one day. Poetry can be more innovative if it is quoted well, and it is not necessary to stick to the literal meaning. 1. White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
This time, what a sad sentence. 3. On a frosty night, the fisherman Jiang Feng sleeps.
4. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sunlight faded and the old memories began. The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the mind is refreshed and the golden beast disappears.
6. I'm afraid the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry. 7. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.
8. There are many sorrows in life. The moon is not always round, and it is easy to get old in spring. 9. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
10. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses. 1 1. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
12. The wind and rain are close at hand, so we can't go to Kuanglu. 13. Visit the five lakes at sunset, and smoke and waves are everywhere.
14. Three cups, one drunk to solve a thousand worries. 15. A hundred years of sadness, you are drunk.
16. It's not that spring prefers wine, but it's necessary to make wine to relieve spring worries. 17. I'm so sad that I'm going to die in spring, and a thick green is in my brow.
18. The wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry. 19. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda wasteland is only sad.
20. wine can't last long, and sorrow and hate can't be saved. 2 1. When you are old, you will know that tenses are thin, but when you are worried, you just want the glass to be deep.
22. I hate flowers without words, and I know that wine has the right to be broken. 23. People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sorrow.
24. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad. 25. I can't listen to endless worries, and I look at the Great Wall in the autumn and the moon.
26. The seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. 27. Yokooka has a bird's eye view of the great river, far away from the front of the hall, worrying about Wan Li.
28. Under the steps of moss mangroves, the rain is thin and the moon is sad. 29. Flowers are brighter when they are light, and jade is seamless when it is sad.
30. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. 3 1. Bananas don't show lilac festival, and the spring breeze in the same direction is sad.
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5. A stormy poem 1. It suddenly rained last night, so it didn't take much to sleep.
Like a dream. It suddenly blew and rained last night.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Interpretation: Although the rain was sparse last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up.
It was stormy last night, and the curtains rustled in autumn.
Crying at night, it was stormy last night.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Commentary: Last night, it was stormy, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There was an annoying sound of wind and rain outside the window, which rang all night.
3, drizzle oblique wind for Han Xiao, light smoke thin Liu Meiqing beach.
Huanxisha, drizzle and oblique wind made Han Xiao.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Interpretation: drizzle, oblique wind and slight cold. The faint smoke and sparse willows on the beach seem to flatter the newly cleared beach.
4, light rain and fine wind, in the smoke of Wanjiayangliuqing.
Fisherman's pride, light rain and breeze
Song Dynasty: Zhu Fu
Interpretation: Continuous drizzle, slight breeze, thousands of families hiding in the dense shade of willow trees.
5. Listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers.
The wind is loose, listen to the wind and rain.
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Interpretation: Listening to the bitter wind and rain, living a clear and lonely life alone. Flowers buried everywhere, I am full of sadness to draft the inscription of buried flowers.
6, dreaming back to people is far more worrying, only in the pear flower storm.
There is a wind in the jade house before spring, and I want to persuade Chunhuo.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Interpretation: When I wake up from my dream, I feel far away from many troubles, just worrying about whether the pear blossoms in the wind and rain are safe.
7, rustling leaves and rain, leaving people more bitter.
"Bodhisattva Man, rustling leaves and rain"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Interpretation: The wind and rain are rustling and the leaves are falling. Autumn night, the longer you count, the longer you are sad.
8, the night rain is crazy, destroying the fragrance of the West Garden.
ChristianRandPhillips's resentment, night rain and wind madness
Song Dynasty: Aruvi
Commentary: At night, the storm raged and swept away the wheat straw in the West Garden.
9. Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular.
Night view of Wanghai Building: Wind and rain blow into the building.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Interpretation: The wind blows and the rain blows, and the sea tower floats obliquely. Magnificent landscapes should be praised with gorgeous words.
10, the awning window is stormy and awkward.
Small cool boat, awning window, sad.
Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu
Interpretation: The wind is beating against the awning window, and it is raining in Mao Mao. It's hard to get rid of the haze, but you have to think, recite poems and write lyrics.