At present, there is a lake and it is calm. At the other end of the lake, there is no shore in sight. In the distance, the sails on the lake are churning and seagulls are flying lightly across the sky ... This lake is the West Lake. Listening to the wind blowing over my ears and watching the willows passing through my brow, I like this painting, which reminds me of Su Shi's words: "To compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate." Perhaps, I like the West Lake because it is quiet and rhyming, just like Tang poetry and Song poetry, it has a unique artistic conception, which is my carefree heart, which is why I like Tang poetry and Song poetry.
My love for Tang poetry stems from the majestic momentum of "flying to thousands of feet in three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way will set for nine days", from the wonderful artistic conception of "stopping in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers", and from the lofty ambition of "one day climbing the wind and breaking the waves, only hanging Yun Fan to help the sea".
I like Li Bai's Hundred Poems about Fighting for Wine. His boldness, freedom and talent left a treasure of Chinese civilization. I saw him looking at the bright moon and writing "Until, raise my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring my shadow to me and let the three of us" in the silent night. Perhaps, at this moment, the loneliness in his heart can only be told to the bright moon. Li Bai always seems to be associated with the bright moon. Perhaps, only the bright moon can illuminate people's deep feelings and tap people's talents. So there is a feeling that "the ancients are like running water today, looking at the bright moon." And Li Bai, after all, is a bold and unrestrained poet. He is not always lonely and low-key. "I am afraid of flying, I want to go to heaven to embrace the bright moon" is undoubtedly a portrayal of his life.
In the hall of Tang poetry, I also learned that "words are not full of meaning" is a kind of moral, "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is a kind of indifference, and "it is difficult for the sea to water, and amber will last forever" is a kind of fighting spirit.
Tang poetry, through the inheritance of thousands of years of civilization, communicates ancient and modern times, makes people look at everything calmly and calmly, and makes life more comfortable.
My love for Song Ci is after reading Qin Guan's Ci. Qin Guan was a famous poet in Song Dynasty. He was frustrated in politics one after another and his fate was bumpy. It was during this period that he created his pride and was also the pride of Chinese civilization. When he was depressed, he used words to vent his emotions. He wrote, "send plum blossoms, fish are too long, and build this hatred." What a beautiful word, but with sadness and sadness. Indeed, this is his grief and indignation. He has talent but no help. "Chen Qiang was lucky enough to bypass Chen Shan, but who left Xiaoxiang?" This is his helplessness. I was moved by this beautiful and sad feeling. Perhaps, people are easy to rise and make achievements when they are in the trough, and Qin Guan is like this. He was at a loss in Penglai Pavilion, fascinated, pushed open the window and came to his fingertips. "Outside the setting sun, there are ten thousand points in west Western jackdaw, and the water flows around the lonely village." Desolation is extremely enlightening. Qin Guan was both sad and angry, but he created this literary wealth for modern people.
Song ci is different from Tang poetry, which depicts vicissitudes of life with delicate style, such as Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji. Perhaps in the distant Song Dynasty, there were too many things against our wishes, too many feelings and too many sentimentality. We can't guess. We can only read these words, read these words written in tears, and say "everything is in silence" in our hearts. Keep a carefree heart.
In front of me, the lake is magnificent and boundless, but it has to make me relaxed and happy. Just like Tang poetry and Song poetry, it makes my mind carefree and ripples in the lake in my heart ... is it admiration or deep intoxication? ...
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