Characteristics of poetry
Poetry is a highly concentrated literary genre that reflects social life. Full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. Its language is concise and vivid, with distinct rhythm, harmonious rhyme and rich musical beauty. The sentences are generally in rows, paying attention to the beauty of structure and form.
It can be divided into three categories: sadness, love, fable, frontier fortress, love poem, philosophy and history.
Ancient poetry is concise and has the characteristics of conciseness and jumping. It expresses as many meanings as possible in extremely limited poems. Its greatest feature can be summed up in one sentence: beauty in meaning, language, sound and form. ?
The beauty of artistic conception refers to the beauty of artistic realm formed by the combination of the life picture depicted in the poem and the author's thoughts and feelings. As people often say, there are pictures in poetry and feelings in pictures. The author chooses the most distinctive concrete things, or the most meaningful scenes, or the most typical feelings to express his feelings, so as to inspire readers to expand their rich imagination, understand artistic conception and emotions, and get edified from them.
The beauty of language refers to the concise language and vivid images of ancient poems, and often uses exaggeration, metaphor, symbol and other means to reproduce the beauty of nature, society and art, such as flying over the eaves and climbing over the wall to make three thousands of feet, which is suspected to be the nine days after the Milky Way falls.
Climb high and look far, wildfire can't burn it out, but spring breeze can blow it alive. These poems make people feel beautiful to read. Musical beauty refers to the rhyme and rhythm of ancient poetry. Ancient poems have harmonious phonology and distinct rhythm, which are catchy and pleasant to read and produce musical beauty.
Formal beauty refers to the formal beauty and image beauty of ancient poetry. For example, in Du Fu's quatrains, two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets fly to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My Gate often says "goodbye" to ships heading east. This ancient poem is neat in antithesis and embodies the beauty of images.