Jin Guan Qu is drunk, and the jade hairpin is full of sorrow. Female radish is weak and difficult to meet the ground, and tung trees are lonely and susceptible to autumn.
Don't blame me for being happy but disappointed. The whole family wants to go to the five lakes boat. Send Mr. Chi Jia to Cao Ye for Miss Wan Li, then why climb the platform?
Wen Jun Yan Nv Yin, such as from northern Hebei. Ma Jiandong Avenue Chang 'an Gaogaiduo.
Say Hao Gu, buy gold hairpin with money. My ancestors went to the West Garden, and these words alone broke my heart.
Nowadays, a few gentlemen are like birds without roots. As soon as Jishui enters the river, just use clear water.
Wen Jun wants to be self-sufficient, don't let me down. Looking back on the spring, Taiye Pool Pavilion waited for the dawn of Shen Li Gong Ying, and the Mishima bird brushed the water back.
The bridge becomes a rainbow into a temple, and the boat floats near Penglai. Grass inherits the fragrance of the king, and peaches are beautiful and fairy.
Pen is the waiter of the party at this time, but he thinks of Golden Horse and smiles at Zou Mei. Liu Zongyuan is a group who has lived in western drama for a long time. I am very happy to be an exile in this wild south China.
I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream.
I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. It's strange that Queer flashes the yellow calendar to imperial Lin Yuan, but it's forbidden to dawn in the spring city because of my friend Pei, the secretary in Beijing.
The fancy in the flowers is fading away, and the rain in Longtan willow is deeper in late spring. The warm spring day is also hard to hate and dedicated to Peng's heart.
Fu Fu is still outstanding for ten years, but now he is white-haired and ashamed. On a dark day, Gao He went for a spring outing.
Chasing the banquet into the mountains. The Lord is full.
Huang Wanghua. Yaochi vomited at first.
The pearl tree began to blossom. The fun is not extreme.
Green dispelled the afterglow. Song Ci: Water Xin Qi Ji Chu Dora, and the water is endless with the days.
Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer.
I saw Wu Gou and made a column, but no one would attend. Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects.
Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! Who calls for the red scarf, who calls for the green sleeves and who calls for the hero's tears? Li Qingzhao, a magnolia, sold flowers on her shoulders and bought a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.
A bunch of flowers see the teacher tonight. Qin Guan is young and his cheeks are red with wine. Outside the curtain, half a roll of micro-lights, flower dew and smoke curled up, and the sea tried its best to suppress Xinji goose hug.
I can't afford to hug the hairpin and sing new words with tears in my eyes. ceremony
Who would have thought it would be uneven for a long time. Sadness is dark and lingering.
Want to dance beautifully and sing clearly, ask autumn scenery again. Only the painted building, the bright moon at that time, took pictures in two places.
Meet Huan Zhu Dun, like the west wing of Jinling City, and lean on clear autumn. Sunset in Wan Li, big rivers.
There was chaos in the Central Plains, and the tassels were scattered. When are they collected? Try Qian Hengtai blowing tears over Yangzhou.
2. Jinling Baochai Daiyu Twelve Poems:
It's a pity to stop working, but it's a pity to praise talents.
The jade belt hangs in the forest and is buried in the snow.
Yuan Chun:
In the past 20 years, I have distinguished right from wrong, and I have a bright future.
Three springs compete for the early spring scenery, and tigers meet and dream of returning to their hometown.
Tanchun:
Only when you are smart and ambitious can you be born in the last days.
Qingming tears are sent to the riverside to see, and Dongfeng dreams.
Xiangyun:
What is wealth? Parents were disobedient when they were babies.
Open your eyes and hang oblique light. Xiangjiang River died in Chu Yunfei.
Miaoyu:
If you want to be clean, you will never be clean, and the clouds may not be empty.
Poor Xiaoyu finally got stuck in the mud.
Yingchun:
My son is a Zhongshan wolf. If he succeeds, he will be crazy.
It takes a long time to go to Huang Liang.
Xiangling:
Lotus root is fragrant one by one, and life is really painful.
Since the birth of the orphan tree in the two places, the sweet soul has returned to its hometown.
Cherish spring:
It can be seen that the spring scenery is not long, and the clothes have been replaced with the makeup of the year before.
Poor embroidered maid, lying alone beside the ancient Buddha in Deng Qing.
Feng Jie:
All the birds from the last days know that they love this life.
Obeying two orders, all three people froze, and crying to Jinling was even more sad.
Qiaojie:
If you are defeated, you will not be able to talk about your relatives.
I met a benefactor because I helped Liu.
Li Wei:
When peaches and plums bear fruit in the spring breeze, who is like an orchid in the end?
Like ice water, you are jealous in an empty space, and you play jokes on others in vain.
Ke Qing:
In love, boundless love is in an illusion. When they meet, they will dominate her.
If you talk nonsense, you will have honor. It's a good start to trouble.
3. What are the poems related to ancient hairpins? 1. Nanxiangzi and the general said that they would seal Hou Song: Huang Tingjian and the general said that they would seal Hou, and Piccolo Long song lived alone in the building.
Everything goes with the wind, take a break and go to the south of the circus to play. Don't stay up late to urge the wine, the smell of wine seems to be drifting away this autumn.
The flowers smiled at the old man's head, ashamed, and the white-haired flowers were puzzled 2. Spring Looking at the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu, although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation returns in spring.
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. 3. Living in the Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan, I have been troubled by the official hat and robe for a long time, so I am very happy to be exiled to this wild south China.
I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream.
I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. 1. Nanxiangzi, the general said that the marquis was sealed. When all the generals were talking about the Marquis, I leaned against the tall building and played Long song loudly on the bamboo flute.
The world passed away quietly in the wind and rain. Emperor Wu of song boarded the circus in Chongyang, and the grand occasion of feasting with his ministers is gone forever. Drink quickly, don't stay, the wine is still mellow.
The flowers on the old people's heads make them laugh, but white hair can't eliminate their worries. Appreciating the creative method of this poem "taking poetry as words" embodies the characteristics of poetry from diction to artistic style.
Express your mind directly without the help of scenery rendering, and the style is bold and provocative. 2. Chunwang translation Chang 'an fell, the country was broken, and only mountains and rivers were left; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation.
Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold.
Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it. The appreciation of this poem is a blend of scenes, deep feelings, implicit and concise, which fully embodies the artistic style of "depression and frustration".
This poem has a compact structure and revolves around the word "Wang". The first four sentences are lyrical by borrowing scenery and scenery. The poet's sigh and anger, in the cross-transformation of feelings and scenery, have been conveyed implicitly from climbing to overlooking, from far and near, from weak feelings to strong feelings.
From the beginning, I described the bleak scenery of Beijing, to the tears when I saw the spring flowers and the resentment when I listened to the birds singing; Then I wrote that the war lasted so long that there was no news at home. Finally, I wrote my own sadness and aging, interwoven and progressive, creating a realm that can arouse people's thoughts and thoughts. It shows the typical feelings under the background of typical times, reflects the good wishes of contemporary people to love the country and yearn for peace, and expresses everyone's unanimous inner voice.
It also shows the poet's noble feelings of worrying about the country and the people and being sad at times. Western drama translation has long been tired of official duties, but fortunately it was relegated to southern minority areas.
When I have nothing to do, I am next to the farmer's vegetable garden, sometimes like a hermit in the mountains. In the morning, I plow and turn weeds with dew. In the evening, when I came back from rowing, the boat hit a boulder and made a noise.
Lonely, I can't contact other people. I look at the green Chutian and sing loudly. The appreciation of this poem is the work of Liu Zongyuan when he was relegated to Yongzhou and built a house on the bank of Yuxi.
On the surface, the poem is about the ease and self-adaptation of this life, but in fact it is about joy and sadness, and it is obscure. The poet should be full of complaints when he was demoted to Yongzhou, but at the beginning of the poem, he called it a blessing: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I am very happy to be an exile here in this wild south China."
The poet thinks that he has been an official in the DPRK for a long time, but fortunately, being relegated to this desolate land in the south can make him live a leisurely life. These two sentences are ironic. They describe the unfortunate events as blessings and express their dissatisfaction with the establishment in the DPRK.
"I am now a neighbor of the planter and the reaper. I am a guest of the mountain forest. I plow the fields in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, tie a fishing boat at night and break the quiet stream. "These four sentences emphasize the leisurely feeling of living here.
In my spare time, I live next to the old farmer who grows vegetables, and sometimes I really feel like a hermit in the mountains. Take dewdrops to weed in the morning and go downstream by boat at night.
"Idle dependence" shows the author's idle state, while "even likeness" pretends to be open-minded and comforts himself. Liu Zongyuan had few talents and great ambitions, but his official career was not smooth and he was repeatedly relegated.
This time he was demoted to Yongzhou, far away from Chang 'an. His enthusiasm can't be put into use, his ambition can't be stretched, and his talent can't be reused.
Therefore, in this demoted place, I will write about happiness, pretend to be carefree, say that I am glad to be demoted, and pretend to like this comfortable life. "Go back and forth, I hardly meet anyone, but sing a long poem and stare at the blue sky". Sometimes I am alone all day, and I can't touch a pedestrian, so he sings loudly. His voice echoes in the blue sky of the valley for a long time. How clear and empty it is.
This leisurely and chic life makes the poet seem obsessed with his own misfortune, broad-minded and cheerful. The poets here seem to be free and unrestrained, but they are too lonely after all.
These two sentences just reveal that the poet's attempt to relax himself and entertain himself when no one cares about him is just a kind of helpless ridicule. Throughout the poem, the poet seems to have forgotten the pain of being demoted. In poetry, the misfortune of being demoted is called luck, and the lonely and calm life is interpreted as an elegant and leisurely life.
In fact, this is all an irony of the poet's anger. Behind this beautified exile life is the poet's deep depression and resentment. The anger contained in the plain surface is even more exciting. As Shen Deqian said in the Qing Dynasty: "Yuxi's poems are in a difficult situation, with clear and indifferent voices, complaints and no complaints, between the lines, and sometimes encounter."
This is a very pertinent evaluation. The whole poem is beautiful and concise, implicit and deep, meaning between the lines and intriguing.
4. Poems by Twelve Women in Jinling: It's a pity to stop work, but it's a pity to praise it. Jade belts are hung in the forest, and gold hairpin is buried in the snow. Yuan Chun: In the past 20 years, the pomegranate flowers have blossomed in the palace. Three springs compete for the early spring scenery, and tigers meet and dream of returning to their hometown. Tan Chun: Only those born in the last days are smart and ambitious. Xiangjiang River died in Chu Yunfei. Miaoyu: To be clean, the clouds may not be empty. Poor and precious jade, you will eventually get stuck in the mud. Yingchun: Your son is a Zhongshan Wolf. You will be crazy if you succeed. The golden boudoir is like a willow. You will go to Huang Liang for a year. Xiangling: The fragrance of roots and lotus flowers is really the pain of your life. Since the two places became orphans, the sweet soul has returned to your hometown. Xichun: You can explore Sanchun. Xi-feng lies alone beside Deng Qing's ancient Buddha: every bird that came from past lives knows that it loves the talent of this life. When Jinling is second to none, it is even more sad to cry to Jinling. Qiaojie: You are defeated by the situation. When your family dies, you can't talk about your relatives. I met a benefactor because I helped Liu. Li Wan: Who is like an orchid after Tao and Li? Like ice water, you are so jealous that you waste laughing with others.