2. Fish Smells Lane Song Taosun Ao —— See two poems by Fu Jian Han Qing in Diary.
3. Song Fanghui in Lane Hill-Post the title of "Song of Daishi Cangshan in Wuyuan"
4. Lane flag songs and wine return to Song Dynasty-Seventy Weng sings ten ancient poems in five words.
5. No one in the alley sells flowers, Song Ge Tian Min-that is, things use Tianzhu rhyme.
6. Hutong Chunyin Dugaimen Song Ge Tian Min-the second day of the first month
7. Alley Zhu Qiao Flowers and Looking at the Spring Mountain-Hanging three songs of Yingying.
8, Qingyang wear shade lane, Song Zhengyi-a journey of the past.
9, Hutong deep mud selling restaurant Ming Ju Festival-chilly spring.
10, Puzhai in Liu Ximing, Qinglian Lane (six songs)
1 1, the alley is deep, the heart is far away, and the ground is clear-see you in the eastern suburbs of Dingyi, the second rhyme.
12, the idle door in the alley seems to be hidden in Ming and Lurong-hanging out with Peng Xingren (trilogy)
13, several alleys are deserted, Wu Kuanming-In the snow, Li Shixian draws attention to the original poem of Dongpo Qingxu Hall.
14, when will the visitors arrive in the alley? Yuan Kai in Ming Dynasty —— Written in Spring Creek (Ice Shen Sui)
15, deciduous cold lane is deep and clear. Yuan Kai-Accommodation in Autumn Night in Donghai
Hutong, also known as "alley", "alley" and "alley", refers to a relatively small street between the main streets of towns or villages, leading to the interior of residential areas. It is an indispensable part of communication with local traffic. According to road accessibility, hutongs are divided into dead ends and living hutongs. The former has only one opening, the end of which goes deep into residential areas and is interrupted internally; The latter connects two or more main streets. Hutong is a major feature of Beijing and Suzhou. But Suzhou is called "Lane".
2. What are the ancient poems describing the old hutongs in Beijing? This is the only poem describing Beijing Laohu at present.
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane is a modern poem describing hutong.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
Sad and confused like a dream
Floating like a dream
lilac
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Rain Lane was written in the summer of 1927, after the bloody "412" massacre. The poet is 22 years old. The poet, who was arrested for taking part in the revolution, fell into pain in the face of the white terror that enveloped the whole country. The softness of personality and the pressure of the times make Rain Lane a projection of reality darkness and disillusionment in the poet's heart, full of feelings of hesitation, disappointment and sadness.
This poem is both true and illusory, which makes people stunned. "I" seems to be full of worries and infinite worries, but I don't want to make it clear or say it. The "girl" in the poem can be regarded as a real reference, a beautiful, noble and melancholy girl that the poet has been waiting for for a long time. But we can also regard this "girl" as a hazy ideal and pursuit in the poet's heart, which represents the poet's hazy vision for the future when his life is depressed.
Dai Wangshu (1905165438+10/5-1February 28th, 950), male, named Cheng Chaoan, nicknamed Haishan, Hangzhou County, Zhejiang Province (now Yuhang District, Hangzhou City). Later, he used pen names Meng Ou, Meng Ou Sheng, Fang Xin and Jiang Si. China modernist symbolist poet and translator. He has published three novels, Debt, Merchant Boy and Motherly Love, in the journal Yuanyang Butterfly School. He once joined Du Heng, Zhang Tianyi and Shi Zhecun to form the "Lanshe" literary group and founded You Lan magazine. 1950 Dai Wangshu died in Beijing at the age of 45.
3. Poems about Hutong Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane, the rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, cold, sad and disappointed. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot.
4. Poems about Hutong Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane, the rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, cold, sad and disappointed. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot.
5. What are the sentences about Hutong? 1. My family lives in Hutongkou and has a public faucet. I am an old man. His pudgy figure, chubby face, dark brown under his forehead, two curved eyebrows and a pair of slender eyes look like Maitreya.
2. Passive abandonment often leads to a dead end; Giving up voluntarily will often usher in a new world.
This alley is too narrow for cars to enter.
"Ghost Valley" is a paradise for me and my friends. It's a dead end. Mother Fenzhi's vegetable garden is separated from it by a wall. Mother Fenzhi is a hysterical woman, always yelling at people. None of the children in the neighborhood are afraid of her.
Cross this narrow alley and you will reach grandpa's home.
6. Go along the arrogant hutong and enter the ignorant yard.
7. When I was desperate, you opened a new path for me: when I was trapped in the sea, you built me a boat.
8. When the scenery doesn't turn, we should change our mood, otherwise, people will easily fall into a dead end.
9. In the alley, a man came out and looked around in a panic.
10. At the end of every dead end, there is another dimension of the sky, which forces you to fly when there is no way out. This is a miracle.
1 1. My life has reached a dead end.
12. The alley where we live, even cars can't get in, has never been known.
13. My home is at the end of this alley.
14. A man came out of the alley and looked around in a panic.
15. At the end of the road is an alley.
16. As long as the general direction is right and it is not a dead end, as long as you persist, he will reach the other side of the light.
17. At this time, the clever Charles Louis Napolé on Bonaparte led France into an unprecedented isolated dead end, but France had no choice but to fight alone to save its lost superior position in Europe.
18. A short figure appeared from the stealthy alley.
19. Autumn rain at night is cooler. The Beihai in Beijing and the Hutong in Dongcheng suddenly became the Jiangnan we have been to. Under the umbrella, we forgot the whole world and time.