1. Poems about Tonggen
Poems about Tonggen 1. Originally a complete poem about Tonggen
Author of "Seven Steps Poetry": Cao Zhi
Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the black beans to make juice. The beetles are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. Since they are born from the same root, why be too hasty when they are in conflict with each other?
This poem uses the beans and beans that are born from the same root to describe brothers with the same father and mother, and uses the beans fried to describe the brother Cao Pi who is the same flesh and blood brother, and expresses his strong feelings towards Cao Pi. Dissatisfaction vividly and profoundly reflects the cruel struggle within the feudal ruling group and the poet's own difficult situation, depressed and angry thoughts and feelings.
Extended information:
"Seven Steps of Poetry" uses fried beans as a metaphor to accuse Cao Pi of cruel persecution of himself and other brothers. The tone is tactful and deep, and there are reminders and exhortations in the sarcasm. On the one hand, this reflects Cao Zhi's intelligence, on the other hand, it also reflects the cruelty of Cao Pi in persecuting his brothers. The beauty of this poem lies in its clever metaphor and clear meaning. Beans and bean straw grow from the same root, just like brothers. When the bean straw burns, the beans in the pot turn over and "cry". This is a very touching metaphor for brothers fighting each other.
Of course, the style of this poem is not consistent with other poems in Cao Zhi's collection. Because it was written in a hurry, it cannot be said to be refined in language or exquisite in imagery, but only in its appropriateness and vividness. Metaphors, clear and profound meanings have won praises from readers for thousands of years.
Reference materials
Seven-step poem (ancient style of Cao Zhi in the Wei and Jin Dynasties)_Baidu Encyclopedia
2. Poems about the homesickness of wanderers
.You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? 2. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. 3. The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace. 4. The sand in front of Hui Le Feng is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown.
Homesickness, Quiet Night Thoughts, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops. How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin. Cold Food in Traveling by Tang Lizhong: Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes. The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting. How many outings are there outside the suburbs?
Family love in poetry
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
2. Boil the beans and burn the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps of Poetry")
3. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;
The elder sister heard that the younger sister was coming, and she took care of the red makeup;
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When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he was sharpening his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I wanted to write a book full of ideas.
I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
8. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany me.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness")
9. The childish child held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poems
1. When you come from your hometown, you should know about it.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. The young man left home and returned home, his local pronunciation unchanged and his hair on his temples fading.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang: "Occasionally Returning to Hometown")
3. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.
(Wang Wan: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
6. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Thoughts on a Quiet Night")
7. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang")
9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended.
(Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")