Source (Tang) Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada": "Cicada sings in the west, and guests think deeply in the south crown. However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.
His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? . "
Xidi: autumn. Nanguan: prisoner, referring to the author himself.
Xuan bristle: refers to cicada. Baishi: refers to the author himself.
Some versions of "Deep" are "Invasion". Luo (about 640-684) was born in Yiwu (now Yiwu County, Zhejiang Province).
He was an outstanding poet in the early Tang Dynasty, and was called "four outstanding poets in the early Tang Dynasty" together with Yang Jiong and Lu. He once worked as a junior official in Chang 'an, and in 684 AD, he and Xu Jingye opposed Wu Zetian together. After his failure, his whereabouts were unknown.
Most of his poems are sad and angry words, and he is good at seven-character songs and parallel prose. His book Zhao Zhao in Zhao Zhao has been circulated for a long time. His works include Robin Wang Ji.
The background of this poem is that the author was framed and imprisoned for touching Wu Zetian when he was an assistant to the imperial history. I wrote this poem in prison.
Poetry is full of emotion, broad-minded, natural in allusion, clear in metaphor and full of puns. They are famous works in chanting poems. All the sentences are about cicadas, and they are all about themselves.
"His flight through the fog" refers to the pressure of the environment, which is difficult to apply; "His pure voice is drowned in the windy world" means that there are too many slanders and his speech is restricted. This metaphor, conceived to convey music, has profound implications and is a famous sentence praised by people.
2. Looking for, desolate poems, butterfly lovers, remote night pavilions, leisurely strolling, a clear day, and gradually sentimental spring; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.
The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
He is the twelfth brother of the king of Zheng. The east wind blows water and enjoys it in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues.
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out.
The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window. The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.
Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. Bodhisattva, the moon is bright and the fog is light. Just go to Lang's side today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes.
See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
Penglai courtyard is also closed to the Tiantai girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.
Copper spring rhyme is crisp and powerful, and the new sound is slow and fine. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. The banquet was empty again, and the migrating Yinger Xiaoyue fell down in the dream, speechless and leaning on the pillow.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. Sauvignon Blanc has clouds, jade has shuttles, shirts are thin and snails are light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear.
Why don't you laugh frequently and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry.
The backyard flowers are broken, Yushu backyard, Yao grass makeup mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month.
Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers. (or for Feng Yansi) The fisherman's waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent.
A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? Another spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.
Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head. Before Ruan Langgui went to Sangting, he chased Chunhong and Yinghong and danced.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness.
A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl, so she went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud.
Dongfeng is annoyed.
3. Find a poem describing a person's desolation in a foreign land. This sentence seems to include "adding clothes to magpies."
Xiao Lou recalled the past last night.
A piece of ice heart, lovesickness without trace.
Where to find the morning clouds and the evening rain? Leave a trace of spring in the air
I miss you every day, but I can't see you.
In my dream, my lips are red and I want to be fascinated in front of the bottle.
A cup is still like a drunk, and family is always ruthless.
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On a moonlit night in Yang Liuan, the spring breeze is intoxicated with the autumn wind.
Tears leave people, flowers fall,
Walking alone, the scenery is still good.
Shit, shit, shit.
The moon is like a hook and the willow contains smoke. Whose worry is this?
Yuanyang pillow, sleepless at night,
The music is bleak, and the song ends.
Chaos, chaos, chaos.
Translated from the poem of handsome Xiaotian.
4. I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like worry. Saint Zhuangzi is in daydreaming, fascinated by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart is crying in the cuckoo. Mermaids are crying in the green ocean of the moon, and the blue fields are breathing their jadeite to the sun. The moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. The spring rain lies in the white clothes in spring, and the white doors are sparse and many violations. The red chamber is sheltered from the cold through the rain, and the pearls and foils float alone. It's a long way to be sad for the spring night, and the lingering night is still vaguely like a dream. How to seal the jade? I see a lonely goose in a cloud of three thousand miles, nameless and sad, deeply buried in Mochou Hall, and ecstatic for the whole night. Angels' life is nothing but dreams. If they don't have a lover to enter their room? Storms ravage nut horns, and the moon dew moistens cinnamon leaves. I know very well that this kind of love will have no result, no prejudice, and melancholy is frivolous. You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any other traces. It's five o'clock, in the moonlight-filled building. Dreams are far away, but it's hard to cry, and books make ink. Wax shines on the golden emerald in a half cage, and musk embroiders hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell. In spring, silkworms weave until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled a misty rain blew from the east, and there was a light thunder outside the lotus pond. The golden toad locks the incense, and the jade tiger ties the well. Jia Hua peeps at the curtain and concubines leave pillows. Wei. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Untitled a wisp of faint phoenix tail yarn, the fragrance is multiplied, and the Biwen dome meets the night. Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? . Once lonely and fragrant. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? I tied my horse to a willow and waited for the southwest wind. Untitled last night, the stars, the wind, the west of the studio and the east of the Guitang, although without the wings of Cai Feng, the heart repeatedly touches the rhinoceros. Every other seat, send a hook to warm the spring. There, one after another, we roll the dice under the crimson light until a drum rolls. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse like a drifting water plant. Stay at the Roche Pavilion and send a message to the Bamboo Pier in Cui Yong. Dust-free water is clear, and acacia meets the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night asks if the return date has not arrived, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. Why do you want to cut candles at the west window?
The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings. New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers.
If you want to break these troubles in your heart, you should use a new wine to alleviate the pain. The price is 10 thousand or 8 thousand. Cicada's heart is pure, so it is hungry. You have been singing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you. The guest in the grade room left, Petals, confused in my little garden.
The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset. My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry.
Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears. You left. The river hangs high in front of my door, and cicadas are silent on the dewy branches.
I will always miss the good times. This day passed the day before today. The north of you is as far as spring; I was too late in Nanling, and the delivery was too late.
Far away, I have repeatedly divined my dreams; Doubt that you are new here and forget your old friends. It is more important than the white rock in the Notre Dame Temple.
In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind. Elvhua freely said that she had come to live somewhere, and Tong Jie's family in Dulan Township said that she would leave and come back.
Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy. There is no question where to mourn the Zheng. The old lady in Sakura Yongxiang's master hangs on the shore of An Yang to marry or not to sell. On March 30, Princess Liyang was fourteen years old. After the Qingming Festival, she came back to see the exhibition on the same wall and moved to the fifth watch. The swallow in the beam sighed untitled. This song belongs to Tan Lang at present. No one hung down the curtains, but when he wanted to dust, he turned to bed. The young man in the Yan family is still poor, and the left family is charming. The west wind in Wan Li is long at night. On July 29 th, I went to the banquet, and the front pool was like dew, and the wind returned to the pool, and the bamboo trees were all sad. After all, everything is lost. Melodious dreams can only be seen by lights, and life can only be known by wine. Until they grow old, Song Yang and Song Xue had a period of heartbeat. Three things done (Part I)
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days. Living far away, I had a long dream for two hours, and only the empty bed was my enemy. Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is less worried in the rain. The sun screen window shines on the door, and the incense sticks against the spring. The cloister is surrounded by loneliness, and the blue parrot sets off the red rose. Two willow branches are given away from the pavilion (one), so there is no worry and thin waist. Thousands of things are falling. In order to report the rest of the pedestrians, half of them stayed and sent away, and the other half were welcome back. Present two songs (one) on behalf of the audience. The jade ladder crosses the moon like a hook. Bananas don't show Lilac Festival, but they are sad in the same spring breeze. Chu Yinshan went upstairs from the palace, and the river flowed through the palace in front of the building. Chutian is hazy and rainy, and Song Yu has no worries. The Milky Way in blowing sheng overlooks the Milky Way in blowing sheng and the building is cold.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again. In the sunset tower, flowers are bright and willows are dark around the sky, and when you enter the city, you will go upstairs. If you want to ask where Gu Hong is going, you don't know where his life is. When you are drunk and looking for incense, you don't feel drunk and fall asleep. After waking up in the middle of the night, you will light a red candle to enjoy the residual flowers. Spring is at the end of the world, and the day is at the end of the world.
Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle me on the beautiful flower on the highest branch. Every day, the spring is beautiful, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant on the inclined road in the mountain city. When you are in a daze, it is as long as a hairspring 100 foot. Tears always complain about renewing the frontier, leaving love and thinking about the storm all day. There are endless marks on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, which are sprinkled in front of the first monument. People go to Zitaiqiu to fill the vacancy, and soldiers stay up all night to listen to songs. When I came to the bridge, I asked, but I didn't get the blue robe to send jade. ..
Chu women were interested at that time, and it was cool. When it started to rain lightly, it was a little cool at night as the mist moved in the forest.
The window is cold, and the court is empty near the water. Because the cloud screen is infinitely beautiful, Fengcheng is afraid of spring nights. Xiang Si was disappointed by marrying a rich man for no reason. The mountain is not long, and the water returns to the cloud. Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice. Qujiang is used to seeing green, while Kong Wen mourns at midnight. Jade does not return to the whole city, but the jade palace still exists.
5. What tragic and desolate poems fill the author's mind? Is this the topic of appreciation of Chinese poetry in senior high school?
I wanted to do something similar.
The first sentence "Wandering in Huangshaqi" is about being in the desert, not only being confused about the road ahead, but also feeling confused. The word "lost" in this sentence, together with the word "lost" in the author's other poem "Dream in a faraway hometown", may also mean looking back at Wan Li and returning home. The next sentence "Looking down at the sky" responded to this sentence, describing that in the desert of vast expanse, looking from all directions, heaven and earth are connected, and the sky is in a depression. This impression is causing and aggravating the lost mood of travelers. Although this "low" belongs to the official illusion, it is the true feeling of hope. Cen Can wrote about his particularly vivid and strong feelings about the northwest plateau and the vast desert. The third sentence of the poem, "Say what you want as much as you can", immediately follows this second sentence. It is precisely because the sky is hanging from a distance and the ground is low that I feel that the ground has come to an end and the sky has come to an end.
"the earth is exhausted" and "the sky is low" restate the impression that intuition produces at the end of all this.
The last sentence of the poem, "Go to Anxi, then go west", opens the pen end of the poem, expands the realm of the poem, and shows that there is no limit to heaven and earth, there is still land outside the earth, and it still extends westward after crossing the desert to see the end of heaven and earth.
The poet traveled westward day and night in the endless desert, seeing the scenery in front of him, the impression formed by intuition, and the feeling of inner trigger. Cen Can's frontier poems often use exaggerated expressions. The words "the sky is falling" and "the earth is exhausted" written in this quatrain are also exaggerated. This exaggeration shows the poet's unique scenery and feelings in such a unique environment more vividly and truly.
Most of what Cen Can wrote is based on field experience and personal experience. It appears in a way different from the general frontier poems, which is unique, unique and refreshing.
"Qinghai Yunchang Snow Mountain is dark, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan." There are long white clouds over Qinghai Lake. To the north of the lake, there is a faint snow-capped mountain stretching for thousands of miles; Crossing the snow-capped mountains, it is an isolated city, standing in the desert of Hexi Corridor. Further west, it is the Yumen Pass, a military fortress far away from the lonely city. This long scroll, which condensed things thousands of miles away, was a typical environment for soldiers living and fighting in the northwest frontier at that time. It is a bird's eye view and a summary of the entire northwest border.
Why do you mention Qinghai and Yumenguan in particular? This is related to the situation of the war between ethnic groups at that time. The strong enemies of the west and the north in the Tang Dynasty were Tubo and Turkic. Our special envoy's task in Hexi is to cut off the traffic between Tubo and Turkic, and take care of the two powerful enemies in the west and north within one town, mainly to defend Tubo and protect the Hexi Corridor. "Qinghai" area is the place where Tubo and Tang Jun fought many times; Outside Yumenguan, it is the sphere of influence of Turks.
Therefore, these two sentences not only describe the scene of the whole northwest border, but also point out the extremely important geographical situation that the "isolated city" rejects Tubo in the south and defends Turks in the west. The strong enemies in these two directions are the heart of the soldiers guarding the "lonely city", so Qinghai and Guan Yu should appear on the screen. This is not so much what the soldiers see, but rather what emerges in their minds. These two sentences are permeated with rich and complex feelings while writing the scenery: the frontier soldiers' concern for the frontier situation, their pride and sense of responsibility for their tasks, and the loneliness and hardship of frontier life are all integrated in the tragic, open and misty scenery.
The third and fourth sentences changed from the description of the environment with scenes to direct lyricism. "Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles" is a poem with strong generalization. The length of the border defense, the frequency of wars, the hardship of fighting, the toughness of the enemy and the desolation of the border are all summed up in these seven words. Hundreds of battles is more abstract, and the word "yellow sand" highlights the characteristics of the northwest battlefield, making people see the scene of "the ancient battlefield with sunset and sand like clouds"; From "winning every battle" to "wearing golden armor", we can imagine the arduousness and fierceness of the battle, and we can also imagine a series of heroic sacrifices in this long time. However, although the shining golden armor has worn out, the soldiers' ambition to serve the country has not been tempered, but has become more determined in the tempering of desert sand.
"Never break the Loulan, never return it" is the heroic oath of the battle-hardened soldiers. The more the last sentence highlights the difficulty of the battle and the frequency of the war, the more forceful it becomes, hitting the floor. In a word or two, the realm is broad and the feelings are tragic and rich; There is an obvious turning point between three or four sentences, and the two sentences are in sharp contrast. Although the phrase "yellow sand" describes the hardships of war, the actual feeling of the whole image is majestic and powerful, not deep and sad.
Therefore, the last sentence is not a lament for returning home without a day, but a firmer and deeper oath based on a deep understanding of the hardships and length of the war. An important ideological feature of the excellent frontier poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty is that while expressing the lofty sentiments and ambitions of the frontier guards, they do not shy away from the hardships of war. This article is an obvious example. It can be said that three or four sentences are not empty and superficial lyricism, but only one or two sentences of rich environmental description are needed. The high unity of typical environment and characters' feelings is a prominent advantage of Wang Changling's quatrains, which is also clearly reflected in this paper. The whole poem shows the great ambition of the soldiers stationed at the border.
6. What sentences describe "desolation"? 1. I always want others to know my feelings, those heavy, those unspeakable sadness and desolation. However, how can I draw all my life wheels for you on shallow paper? How can I make you understand?
2. It's another rainy day, and it's a bleak winter with light rain. I always think that the sky after the rain is the most beautiful, the people I care about are the best, and there are still many youths waiting for me to squander. But it wasn't until another rainy day that I realized that there were many things I couldn't think of.
3. Ji Jiu stood under the window with a vague expression, no emotion, no bitterness and no resentment. He just stood and listened quietly, and then looked up at the moon in the sky. The moonlight covered his face, and his face was blurred. His edges and corners were painted with a soft light, completely bright and peaceful, but cold and desolate.
On the day when you were away, the moon was full again. I am also lonely, and the chrysanthemum petals in the rain have lost their former elegance. Light rain is also scary. Without you, my life is a blur, and the moonlight on the riverside on a starry night has lost its intoxicating taste, but the melodious music is worrying.
5, the spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is bleak, and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
7. Tragic and desolate ancient poetry is hard to say.
Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
In the 25th year of Kaiyuan (737), Cui, the deputy envoy of Hexi Festival, defeated Tubo greatly, and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty ordered Wang Wei to go to the fortress as the censor to inspect the military situation. This is actually pushing Wang Wei out of court. This poem was written on the way to the border.
"I want to ask over there by bike", so I won't go by car. Where are you going? "The vassal country has passed Juyan", Juyan is in the northwest of Zhangye County, Gansu Province, far from the northwest frontier.
The poet compared Peng to Yan, saying that he came out of Han's fortress, like a blowing in the wind weed, and entered Hu's sky, like a wild goose flying north. In ancient poetry, flying over the eaves and walking over the wall is often used as a metaphor for a wandering wanderer, but here it is a metaphor for a minister with a court mission, who is secretly writing the poet's inner anger and depression. It echoes the "bicycle" in the first sentence. The trip to Wan Li took only ten words.
Then it describes the typical scenery in the desert: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." The last two sentences are written to arrive at the frontier fortress: "Xiaoguan is protected in Yanran every time he rides a horse." When I arrived at the frontier fortress, I didn't see the general. The scouts told the special envoy that the general was at the front.
The poet focused his pen and ink on what he was best at winning-writing landscapes. The author's mission takes place in spring. On the way, I saw a few lines of returning geese to the north. The poet made a metaphor on the spot, and compared himself with returning geese, which was both narrative and scenery-writing, which was natural and appropriate. In particular, the link of "lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen" describes the strange and magnificent scenery outside the Great Wall after entering the frontier fortress. The picture is open and the artistic conception is magnificent, which is called "the wonders of the ages" by Wang Guowei. The frontier desert is boundless, so the word "big" of "desert" is used. The frontier fortress is desolate and wonders. The smoke lit by the beacon tower is particularly eye-catching, so it is called "solitary smoke". A word "solitary" describes the monotony of the landscape, and a word "straight" behind it also shows its strength and perseverance. There are no mountains and trees in the desert, and the Yellow River flowing through it cannot express the poet's feelings unless a word "long" is used. Sunset, originally easy to give people a sentimental impression, uses the word "round" here, but it gives people a feeling of warmth and boundless. The word "circle" and "straight" not only accurately describes the desert scene, but also shows the author's deep affection. The poet skillfully blends his loneliness into the description of the vast natural scenery. The forty-eighth chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions said: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." . How straight do you want to smoke? The sun is naturally round. The word' straight' seems unreasonable, and the word' round' seems too vulgar. When I closed the book and remembered, I seemed to have seen this scene. You have to look for two more words of these two, but you can't find two words. The advantage of "this is" poetry is indescribable, but it is vivid when you want to leave; "It seems unreasonable, and it is reasonable to want to go." This passage also reveals the superb artistic realm of these two poems.
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8. Poems describing sadness 1. The rain and drizzle in early winter only means that life will never start again.
2. There are thousands of reasons and crimes, which are extremely sad and extremely sad. All kinds of torture, all kinds of regrets, the world is different! * * * ...
3. The sunset is radiant, and the golden red sunset drama is breathtaking.
4. I don't know how to regret when I was young, and I miss the years. After studying in the air for many years, I can't see how the paper crane flies back. If you have no regrets, you will be sad. If you have thousands of pillows, you will keep them. A thousand times, a lifetime of suffering? There is an oath in the word, and tears are like blood.
6. Know your friends with a song, and thousands of syllables will be full of tears. When I left my legacy, the desolate road was sad. Leaves fall in early winter and late autumn, and the sunset is beautiful in front of the rain pavilion. -Beautiful.
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