Poetry is the essence of language, and Tang poetry is the best in poetry. Tang poetry is always unique.
Charm infects us, makes us indulge in its unique charm and deeply love it.
Dyeing. The representative poet in Tang Dynasty is Li Bai, a poet who pursues romanticism and poetic reflection.
Du Fu, a poet in real life, Bai Juyi and Xu, advocates of "New Yuefu Movement".
Many talented poets have contributed to the brilliant influence of Tang poetry.
The beauty of Tang poetry makes me yearn for it. During the year, the scenery flows, sunny and rainy.
Rainy days, sunny days, blue sky, and changeable situations are really beautiful, for example, about spring.
This poem "I wake up easily in this morning in spring, and birds are singing everywhere" describes the winter scenery "a boat, a bamboo cloak"
An old man was fishing on the cold river-snow "………" I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. Wang Wei took advantage of this.
The simple style depicts a fresh and charming moonlit forest. Although plain, thin and flat.
Taste, wonderful. Gradually, it seems that I really came to a bamboo forest, bright.
The moon covers the earth ... the wonders in Tang poetry make me feel immersed in it.
I am intoxicated with the sincere feelings and lofty aspirations of Tang poetry. As Du Fu said in Wang Yue,
Showing his indomitable character and lofty aspirations. His lofty aspirations are shocking.
Heart, let me admire deeply. I was intoxicated by its feeling.
I was intoxicated by the poet's true feelings in Tang poetry. For example, He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book,
I haven't seen it yet. Nostalgia is real. After a long absence, the poet felt cold about the world. Although flat
It's light, but it tastes strong. I seem to have read something from it: time is in a hurry, don't waste it.
waste ...
Whenever I read Tang poetry, I am always infected by its charm and intoxicated by it.
Tang poetry intoxicated me.
I love mountains, and I love their majesty. I love running water, its purity and softness; I love Tang poetry more. I love its scenery, its feeling, its significance ... Tang poetry, which makes me deeply intoxicated.
Rhythm of poetry
"I was leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming. The voice is so low that no one can hear it except my partner Mingyue. " On the moonlit night, the bright moonlight scattered in the quiet bamboo forest, as if to put a silver coat on the bamboo forest. Sitting alone in the forest, playing the piano or whistling, quietly enjoying this wonderful moonlit night. The bamboo forest is deep and unknown, but it is accompanied by the bright moon, so I take photos frequently.
Wang Wei painted a fresh and charming moonlit forest with his natural and simple style. Although plain, it is wonderful to savor it carefully.
Tasting the taste, I really seem to have come to a bamboo forest, and the bright moonlight is all over the earth. ...
Gradually, I got drunk, and I was intoxicated by this wonderful poetic feeling.
Rhythm of poetry
"Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky ..." The majestic Mount Tai, magical and beautiful, spans the land of Qilu day and night. The clouds in the mountains are not exhausted, and my heart is rippling.
Du Fu reached the summit by looking at Yue. He braved difficulties and went forward bravely, showing his perseverance and great political ambition. I deeply admire his lofty aspirations, which are shocking.
Taste the taste, I seem to be infected by him, become strong, and feel a little more proud. ...
Gradually, I got drunk, and I was intoxicated by this unrestrained poem.
Rhythm of poetry
"When young people leave home, the local accent will not change. When a child meets a stranger, he will smile and ask where the guest is from. " He left his hometown when he was young and went home when he was old. The accent hasn't changed, but the temples are gray. The children saw me, but they didn't know me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?
He returned to his hometown after a long separation and felt a lot. He used a simple style to feel the vicissitudes of the world. Although plain, it is human nature. Exquisite poetry has a unique charm.
Tasting and tasting, I seem to have read something: time is in a hurry, don't waste it in vain …
Gradually, I got drunk, and I was intoxicated with this profound meaning.
Sink down a mottled tree shadow, condense a wisp of thoughts, and listen to the length and rhyme in a quiet atmosphere. The scenery rhyme of poetry, the emotional rhyme of poetry and the different rhyme of poetry.
Tang poetry deeply intoxicated me.
Tang poetry intoxicated me.
Ancient poetry intoxicated me.
People often say: poetry is a mountain, calm; The word is water, smart. American literature is a flowing landscape, which makes people intoxicated.
I remember reciting poems for the first time when I was four years old. At that time, I could only recite poems, but I could not appreciate them. The first poem I recited was Goose. I only remember that my mother said that she recited a poem and gave me a dime. Growing up, I recited countless poems, and used the money I earned to buy a lipstick for my mother and two boxes of cigarettes for my father.
Look! "I will walk until the water blocks my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds". How pleasant it is! How I want to walk into this poem and enjoy the scenery with the poet! Liu Yuxi is really extraordinary, because he is "sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn wins spring"! How many people shed tears because of the sadness oozing from Yi An's works? "The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world." How long the wandering thoughts are! "People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather". Did you find the value of life from Sima Qian's advice? "The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are * * * the sky is one color". In Wang Bo's works, the Wang Teng Pavilion is so charming!
Listen! Du Fu accused the darkness: "The wine in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road"! Li Bai was drunk and sang "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us". The whisper under the moon is Su Dongpo's voice: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." Holding hands and looking at each other, Liu Caizi intoned, "This is a good time and a good scene." On Yueyang Tower, who is talking about "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later"? By the drunken pavilion, who is teasing birds and tourists?
Ancient poetry is like a magnificent palace. Every grass and tree is a story and a landscape. Say style, graceful and unrestrained; On the subject matter, there are landscapes and pastoral areas, frontier wars; Love, there is concern for the country and the people, and talents are not met. ...
Walk slowly, enjoy the beautiful scenery and listen to the story of a thousand years. Put yourself in it, read this poem, good words and wonderful articles, and pick up the shining stars; Talk to ancient poets and writers, feel their extraordinary lives, taste the beauty of "singing a word and sticking a few stems and whiskers" and experience a sense of accomplishment with substance in words. ...
Ancient poetry will accompany me all my life and will make me memorable. ...