The poem about aesthetics is 1. Poetry about aesthetics had better be written by some famous people.
This is difficult to define, and it may become a list of idioms or poems.
However, I still use two examples, which I hope will be useful to you: 1: Antelope hangs on the corner, depicting poetry or art without trace, and Zen language. Metaphor is a "punch line" that doesn't care about the road and doesn't fall into words.
Song's Cang Bian said: "Poets praise love. In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, people were interested in nothing but interest.
So its beauty is thorough and exquisite, and it is impossible to pool together. "2. Yellow silk young woman, nephew mortar This is a riddle, yellow silk (colored silk)-unique, young woman (girl)-wonderful, nephew (woman)-good, mortar mortar mortar (by Xin)-word (traditional).
This language comes from Shi Shuo Xin Yu Wu Jie. Han Danchun wrote Cao E Monument. Han Danchun was only 13 years old at that time.
In front of everyone, after a little thinking, he wrote the inscription with a wave of his hand, and it was quite excellent. Cai Yong, a famous writer, went to see this monument when he passed by Shangyu, but it was already evening when he arrived.
In the boundless twilight, Cai Yong read the inscription with his hand, and then wrote eight big characters on the back of the inscription: "The grandson mortar of the yellow silk young woman". This is the origin! In addition, there are many good aesthetic sentences in classical poetry, but you will gain a lot by reading 300 Tang poems! .
2. What are the classic sentences about aesthetics?
1. Only aesthetic taste can lead to social harmony, because it lays the foundation for personal harmony. -(German writer) Schiller
The only way to turn an emotional person into a rational person is to turn him into a person with aesthetic ability first. -(German writer) Schiller
3. Although I am not a painter and have no right to create beauty by myself, I have a sense of beauty and aesthetic rationality, so I feel the external beauty. -(German philosopher) Feuerbach
4. A judgment about beauty, as long as there is a little interest, there is a preference rather than a pure appreciation judgment. -(German philosopher) Kant
People say that when it comes to aesthetic taste, it is indisputable, but only for perceptual aesthetic taste, it is correct. -(French Enlightenment Thinker) Voltaire
6. Everything that is fashionable will always become unfashionable. If you pursue fashion all your life until you are old, you will become a playboy despised by anyone. -(German composer) Schumann
7. You should not only love beautiful things, but also be good at understanding them. -(Russian thinker) Vonyshevsky
There is light and color around us, but if there is no light and color in our own eyes, we can't see the light and color outside. -(German poet) Goethe
9. If you don't improve your aesthetic accomplishment, you can't have the same language as musicians, and it's hard to appreciate the beauty of sonatas. Beethoven (German composer)
10, the standard of absolute beauty does not exist and cannot exist. People's concept of beauty is undoubtedly changing in the process of historical development. -(Russian theorist) plekhanov
1 1, people are born with the ability to distinguish good from evil, beauty and ugliness. -(British aesthetician) shaftesbury
12, there are many beautiful things in the living reality, or all beautiful things can only be contained in the living reality. -(Russian thinker) belinsky
13, some things will immediately cause the pleasure of beauty, and we have a sensory palace suitable for feeling this pleasure of beauty, and the pleasure of beauty is completely different from the pleasure of selfish things. -(British aesthetician) hutcheson
14. If you want to enjoy art, you must be an artistic person. -(German thinker) Marx
15, aesthetics is a person's literary understanding. -(French poet) Joubert
3. The more poems with aesthetics, the better.
Look at the sea. Cao Cao looks at the sea in the east.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. The butterfly love flower Su Shi's flower withered, and the red apricot was small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Dead Hua Lian's song? Liu Yong leaned against the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky was dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Dead Hua Lian's song? Yan Shu threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, and the curtain is light and cold. The swallow flew away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Qiantang Lake traveled to the west of Jiating in the north of Gushan Temple in spring, and the water level was low at the beginning. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Yang Liuzhi Bai Juyi is a tree of thousands of branches in the spring breeze, softer than gold and softer than silk. In the barren garden in the south corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to anyone all day. The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling.
Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.
It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. In "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple", the lotus leaf is infinitely green. Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color. In the Tang Dynasty, the moonlight on the riverside, Zhang Chunchao and the bright moon on the sea traveled thousands of miles. Where is the riverside without the moon? The river winds around Fangdian. Moonlight shines on the flower forest and clouds flow in the air. I didn't realize I couldn't see the white sand on the white sand. Can't see the moonlight in the sky, can't see the lonely moon on the river bank. At the beginning of the year, I took photos of the moon, which shines on people's lives for generations. Every year, the moon is just similar. I don't know who to wait for. I can't see the Yangtze River delivering water or the white clouds swimming around the moon. You should take your eyes off the makeup mirror. The jade curtain won't roll or brush on the anvil. At this time, you don't want to see each other. May the moonlight shine on the swan goose and the fish Long Qian jump into the water. Last night, I chatted and dreamed that the flowers were falling, and the poor spring did not return. The river will flow to spring, and the river will flow to the end. I don't know how many people will return to the moon by the moon, and they will be filled with emotion. In late autumn, on a thousand footpaths without footprints, it
The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead. Cherry is red, banana is green, and there is a letter from Jiangnan.
Night wind, Fu Meng? Bad past? Pure? Is it alpha? The spring breeze suddenly started and blew out a pool of clear water. Flying flowers at home are as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as thin as sorrow. Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. He dressed Zhang Jasper as a tree and hung it down with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets flying in the sky, the Xiling contains snow windows, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu knew when it would rain and when spring would come.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The night is dark and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Du Fu is beautiful in the mountains and rivers, and fragrant in the spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Du Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. "Jiangnan Spring" Du Mu's thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and Shuizhaishan's fruit wine is the flag wind.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. "Biedongda" is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. Mochow has no bosom friend before, and everyone in the world must know a gentleman. "It's not worth going to the garden." Ye Shaoweng should feel sorry for Qingsi, and Xiao Kouchai Fei couldn't open for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. "Little Pool" Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree loves sunshine and is soft according to the water.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. "Riverside Scenery in Hui Chong" Su Shi has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo. He is a prophet of warm ducks in Riverside.
Artemisia is covered with short reed buds, which is when dolphins want to go up. "Rain after Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake" Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. "Drunk Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" One of Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the ink without covering the mountain, and white rain jumped into the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
4. Seek famous sayings about aesthetics
Aesthetics is a special form for human beings to master the world, which means that man and the world (social and natural) form a utilitarian, visual and emotional relationship. Aesthetics pursues truth and development on the concrete unity of reason and emotion, subjectivity and objectivity, and deviates from truth and development, which will not be universally praised by society for a long time.
Aesthetic motto:
1. Aesthetics is a person's literary understanding. -French poet Joubert
2. There are as many people as there are aesthetics. -Horace, an ancient Roman poet
There is nothing to argue about aesthetics. Jay Taylor
4. When people defend their own aesthetics, it is easy to get emotional. -Emerson, American writer
5. Describe boys' talented poems, describe versatility and aesthetics, and want poems instead of idioms.
1, there are bandits and gentlemen, such as grinding. -"Guo Fengwei Fengqiao" was anonymous in the Zhou Dynasty.
Mr. Ruya is a gentleman, paying more attention to learning and discussion, and paying more attention to morality.
2, the pen shocked the wind and rain, and the poem became a cry. -"Send Li Twelve Qing and Twenty Rhymes" Tang Du Fu
Seeing him put pen to paper, the wind and rain lamented; Seeing his poems, ghosts and gods were moved to tears.
3, unique literary talent, communication will be unparalleled. -"Send Li Twelve Qing and Twenty Rhymes" Tang Du Fu
His earth-shattering and tear-jerking poems will be handed down from generation to generation.
4, Jiangshan has talents, each leading the way for hundreds of years. -"On Poetry II" Zhao Yi in Qing Dynasty
There are many talented poets in this country from generation to generation, and their poems and fame will last for hundreds of years.
5, thousands of clever poems, a glass of wine. -"No See" Tang Du Fu
Teach Jie Li to write thousands of poems. Jie Li has nothing to lose but a glass of wine.
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6. Collected several ancient poems about landscape aesthetics in China, and classified them according to their types.
Are you talking about frontier poems, pastoral poems and so on? Frontier poems, moonlit nights, etc. Author: Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride, the scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and the geese in Hengyang can't walk steadily. There are voices all around, and the sunset is lonely. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. First frost is everywhere, and people are not there. However, the generals tried archery at night, Ping Dan and White, and their tips were deep in hard rocks. (2) In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, the chief of the Tatar people is running away in the dark, and we are chasing them. The horses are lightly loaded, and our bows and swords are burdened with snow, so that your real armor can be there all night, marching in the middle of the night, and the sharp wind cuts your face like a knife. -the general's horn bow is out of control, and the iron clothes are difficult to protect. Ask where the plum blossoms fall, and the wind blows all over the mountain. -Gao Shi's "Listen to the Strike in the Fortress" Snow seaside, sand, coming up from the desert, the apprentice. Crying hurts mice, but despises people who live in running water. A glass of turbid wine drained Wan Li, but Ran Yan didn't go home. There is frost all over the ground, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there were several wars in ancient times. Pastoral: You traveled to Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty], and Lu You laughed at the farmhouse. In good years, you raised enough chickens and dolphins. There is no way to answer the question. Cultivate three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao is not allowed to eat, and it becomes dirt when it is put in the official warehouse. At the end of the year, they hoed the plow beside the vacant room, and Hu Er climbed the mountain to collect acorns. By the Xijiang River, Jia Man is full of hugs, while the dog is eating meat on the boat. In the middle of spring, in Wang's garden, spring pigeons are singing and apricot flowers are blooming. They cut down poplar trees in the distance with axes and hoe the spring veins. Old people can see the new calendar. In a good year, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay. There is no way to recover from the flood, and there is another village. The clear river, through the bushes, with my chariot flowing slowly, became a traveling companion, taking the birds home at dusk. An abandoned city wall covered an old ferry, and the autumn sunset flooded the distant peaks. On the way to Songshan's home, Songshan returned and closed their doors. Meng Haoran's Passing through the Old Village is full of chickens and millet, and invited me to Tianjia. The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills intersect with the countryside. I opened the porch nursery and put the wine on the table until Chongyang. In the chrysanthemum season, I came again to Du Fu's quatrains. The mountains are beautiful, the flowers are beautiful, and the grass is fragrant. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the sand. Du Fu's quatrains have two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying in the sky. The snow outside the window is Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting the corners of a thousand mountains and sea clouds. When I looked back, behind me, when I entered the mist, they all disappeared. A central peak divides Zhong Nanshan's wilderness and weather into many valleys, waiting for people to stay. I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When my spirit moved, I wandered alone. In the beauty, it was all for me. I would walk until the water checked my way, and then I would sit and watch the rising clouds. One day I would meet an old woodcutter, laughing and never coming back. I had sailed on the yellow river with flowers in Qingxi. Every time they chased Qingxi, they would turn around with the mountains. The interesting way was not a hundred miles. In the noisy rocks, the colors are deep and the ripples are full of dragons and reeds. My mind is idle, and so is Qing Chuan. Please stay. Cattle and sheep came home along the path. A rough old man leaned against a stick in a thatched door, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy, the pheasant, the wheat seedling embroidery, the sleeping silkworm, the shaved mulberry leaf, and the farmer. He came back with a hoe on his shoulder and cheered each other affectionately. No wonder I longed for a simple life and sighed old songs. Oh, go back again! . New green leaves (one night) look at the wilderness of new green leaves. Very clean. The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth. Baishui is in the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain, there were no idle people in the farming month. Hidden in the forest, the rain is rustling and the gurgling stones are flowing. Silently speaking, in the deep stream, the mountains are whistling. Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering. The green trees are clean and beautiful, and the trees are gloomy and floating. Once, you were tired of ignorance, but worried about boldness. Brother Cui Puyang has a heavy season, autumn scenery is good, and Kuangchunchi is carefree. Under Xilin, you know the mountain in front of you. Spanning thousands of miles. The birds in the night sky are still there. My old friend is still alive today, and I sigh for this sad face. Moonlit night: moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. -Wang Wei's "An Autumn Night in the Mountain" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Bird's Singing Stream" is so quiet that no one can hear it except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue. —— Wang Wei's "Zhuliguan" loosens the wind, and my pipa follows the mountains and the moon. -Wang Wei's "Xizhou" was unveiled at the beginning of the month. -Wang Changling's "Zhou Congdi's Play in Nanzhai, Remembering Shanyin Cui Shaofu" When the Qin Dynasty closed the moon, the Long March people did not return it. -Wang Changling's "The Embankment" caused endless sorrow, and the autumn moon shone high on the Great Wall. -Wang Changling's "Joining the Army" even played the Qiangdi, Guan Shanyue, without Wan Li's worries. -Wang Changling's "Joining the Army" I don't know whose Qiu Si is? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights", we heard the melancholy voice of the cuckoo and worried about the empty mountain. —— Li Bai is difficult to walk in Shu, and the foot of the bed is bright. Is there frost? . -Li Bai meditated at night, looked up and found that it was moonlight, and then sank, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" The moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Jingmen" till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, divided into three people. My dancing on the moon is messy. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone", the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven and is in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. -Li Bai's Guan Shanyue, the moon shines in my shadow, and I go to Yanjiang. -Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu, a bright moon hanging in the capital, and the sound of thousands of people breaking clothes. -Li Bai's Midnight, Wu Ge as I watch from my deck the autumn moon, recalled the general in vain. -Li Bai's "Sleeping at Night" didn't come from the bottom of the blue mountain. Moonlight is my escort home. -Li Bai's "Down the South Mountain, Over the Gladiator Mountain, People Buy Wine" Today people don't watch Gu Yue, but this month, they once watched the ancients. -Li Bai's "Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst" The ancients looked at the bright moon when running. -Li Bai's "Drinking for the Moon", when is there a moon in the sky? Should I stop for a drink and ask? -Li Bai's "Drinking asking for the moon" only wishes that when the song is right for the wine, the moonlight always shines on the golden urn! -Li Bai's "Drinking asking for the moon", my heart dreams of crossing the mirror lake in Wu and the moon. -Li Bai's "Tianmu Mountain" climbed high in the dream and was impenetrable. Now the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform. -Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Oh, let a spiritual person go to his favorite place to take risks, and don't let Jin Zun be empty to the moon. -Li Bai's coming to sprinkle, Emei Mountain half moon, shadow on the Qiang River. -If the Moon Pavilion on Li Bai's Mount Emei is not the first sight of the mountain, I will meet Yao and Tai under the moon. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao" We are both far-sighted and aim at the bright moon in the sky. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Minister Shu Yun" Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa, I send a mourning for the bright moon, which will go with the wind until Yelangxi. -Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling moved Longbiao Yao to send it here", the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and you don't need to spend money to buy it. Yushan is not pushed by people.