1, "the nearest flower"
Song Yan Dao Ji
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left.
I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end.
However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
In Yan's works, missing is a wonderful thing.
At the beginning of my thoughts, I fell asleep and traveled all over the vast road of Jiangnan. I haven't seen Iraqis, and I can't talk about the pain of disappearing. After waking up, the disappearance is even worse. Dreams are hopeless, so I can only play Zheng to tell them, but I still can't understand the pain of heartbroken.
The language of the whole poem is simple, fresh and gentle, and the artistic conception is subtle and beautiful. Using white to describe modal movements is vivid, sincere and touching, which embodies the unique style of Xiaoyan's poems.
2. Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple
Tang changjian
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
Chang Jian visited the ancient temple in the morning and entered a deep and quiet world. Every poem is like a painting, giving you silent beauty.
The rising sun in Ran Ran reflects the high forest treetops. The winding backyard is secluded, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are sparse. Birds are happy because of the beautiful mountain light, and people are disillusioned because they see the water in the pool, and their hearts are empty. At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.
3. Meet Chang Daochang in Nanxi.
Don Liu Changqing
Walking along a path, I found a footprint on the moss.
After a while, the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the grass was sweet with an idle door.
A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source.
Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say.
Liu Changqing went to find a friend who lived in the mountains, but he was turned away. However, the quiet scenery made him glad that you came.
White clouds snuggle up to the quiet sandbar, and spring grass surrounds the idle door of the Taoist temple. After the new rain, the pine and cypress are green and walk along the mountain road to the water source.
The beauty of Baiyun Stream flowers and the enjoyment of Zen are all beautiful. The comfortable feeling of coming back after being excited on a whim is also included in the "forgetting words" of the poem.
4. "Huanxisha, the small building is lonely and cold."
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With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn.
Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
This is a very light and quiet word.
The heroine climbs the stairs alone in the spring morning, lonely and cold, like fog and smoke, and that faint sadness is quietly rising in people's hearts with this thin spring cold.
Zhang Yan said: "Qin Shaoyou's ci is elegant, vigorous and persistent, beautiful and meaningful, chewing without me, and knowing the taste for a long time." That's the word.
5. "Morality"
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There are no more cars, and there is no trace of Xiayun.
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.
After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking.
Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long.
This is a love song. The poet and his lover were forced to separate for some reason, leaving endless lovesickness. In the face of cold food and spring scenery, his thoughts fluctuated and he wrote this fascinating exclamation poem.
"Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, catkin pond is light with the wind" has endless implications. In the yard, beside the pond, pear flowers and catkins are bathed in the moonlight like water. Breeze blowing, pear flowers dragging, wicker blowing gently, flying catkins returning, is a realm of quiet artistic conception and lingering feelings.