In Meng Haoran's landscape poems, he mainly describes the leisure of seclusion and the melancholy in his journey. The thoughts and feelings in the poem are very dull, there is no intense emotional expression, and the artistic conception of the poem is also very dull, mainly describing the daily scenery, without using magnificent words and exaggerated imagination.
Full of artistic conception. Use natural scenery to express the author's mood and attach importance to the image. For example, when Meng Haoran wrote about water, when his ambition was about to come true, he saw the majestic atmosphere and mist of Yunmeng Valley and Yueyang. When he came for the last time, he saw how vast the world was, how close the trees were to heaven, and how clear the moon was in the water! .
Create images with language and advocate thinking in images. Generally speaking, poetry pays attention to expressing ambition with objects and expressing emotion with scenery, but Meng Haoran's poems are more restrained in expressing emotions, paying attention to implication and paying attention to ideas other than images.
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Meng Haoran (689-740), whose real name is Haoran, was born in Xiangyang, Mengshan, Xiangzhou. He was a famous pastoral poet in the Tang Dynasty, known as Meng Xiangyang. Because he has never been an official, he mainly writes pastoral poems, so he is called Mengshan people. His disobedience to Geng Jie's character and naive and noble sentiment were admired by people at that time and later generations.
The masterpiece is "Sleeping at Jiande". My boat is moving forward in the fog. At dusk, memories of the old days begin. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
The song of the deer gate at night, the bell of the mountain temple sounded the coming of the night, and I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry. People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile. Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
"Spring Dawn" In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.