Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears —— Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. -Bai Juyi's Dream Micro
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Two Poems of Shen Yuan
If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. -Na Lanxingde's "Death to Hua Lian, No pains, the most pity for the sun and the moon"
2. In which poem of Su Shi does Jiang express affection for children?
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
Water tune song head ①
Su Shi
Chen Bing drank a lot in the Mid-Autumn Festival, got drunk and wrote this article, and got pregnant. ②
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. (4) I want to go home by wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top, dancing to know what the shadow is like.
Turn to Zhuge, arrive at the wild lake, and take pictures without sleep. There should be no hate, everything is biased towards other times. (5) People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. This matter is ancient and difficult to complete. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
3. Poems about kinship 1. Wandering songs
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Secondly, I remembered my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
Third, when will there be a bright moon?
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. No E79FA5E98193E59B9EE7AD 943133431346439 Do you know what year it is today? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Four, ah, mom
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade, how can I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Qing Dynasty
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10. Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
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Before a child becomes a baby, it needs to be conceived in the mother's womb for ten months. Eat your mother's meat when you are hungry and drink your mother's blood when you are thirsty.
At the moment when the child is about to give birth, the mother seems to spend time in prison. I'm afraid of having children, and I'm afraid that I and my children will suffer disasters because of unsatisfactory production.
4. Poems about love should be appreciated: the thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
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This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is gripping and tearful. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?
With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.
Meng Jiao was poor all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet did not care about such a small official, but still cared about mountains and rivers, while his official duties were neglected, and the county magistrate only paid him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang. In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years. Plan to oppose deep maternal love and bathe children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay the rich maternal love like the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow. At the end of the poem, the son expressed his deep affection for his mother in a pun.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Write My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.
I expressed my gratitude to my mother.
Style names of Yuefu poems
The word "Yuefu" originally refers to the official government in charge of music. Yuefu was originally an official position in charge of music in ancient times, in charge of music used in banquets and parades, and was also responsible for collecting folk poems and songs. As the name of poetic style, "Yuefu" first refers to the latter, and later it is also used to refer to poems that can be accompanied by music in Wei, Jin and Tang Dynasties and works with the theme of ancient Yuefu imitated by later generations.
5. There is a poem about affection 1. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book. Repeated fears, unspeakable haste, pedestrians come and leave; (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")
7. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Pretending to be Yi's Homesick at Night in Winter)
9. Why did you come back too late? * * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns? (Du Mu's "Returning to the Tomb")
6. Who has a poem about affection? "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind won't stop. The son wants to raise, and the relatives are not equal. " -"Han Han Ying Shi Chuan" Volume 9
1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the kettle. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
3. My parents heard the woman coming, so I went out to help Guo. As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi's "I miss my home in Handan from winter to day and night")
9. Why is it too late for children to ask for a return? * * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns? (Du Mu's "Returning to the Tomb")
"An ancient family is like a treasure." -proverbs.
song of love
Emotional bond
This is an ancient vine,
Carrying the nostalgia for the years,
Be obsessed with the past.
On the vibrant branches,
Full of thoughts, tolerance, waiting,
It embodies the past, present and future.
Emotional bond
This is a sea of feelings,
Depicted the most beautiful picture of spring,
Magnificent summer poems
Broadly speaking,
Storing longing, missing and attachment,
Full of happiness, love and hope.
Emotional bond
This is a golden ribbon,
Let the hearts embrace each other,
Let love gather.
History is inseparable,
As the years passed,
Looking for thousands of years,
Tianya, close at hand.
Jiang Yongqing