Lotus pond moonlight
Author: Zhu Ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls. They went by boat, singing colorful songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So the demon is a virgin, and she wants to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, I slammed my head and felt that it was already my own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
2. It's quite disturbing to abbreviate the moonlight on the lotus pond into moonlight on the lotus pond in classical Chinese.
Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by, so there is always something different under the full moon light. The moon is getting higher, and the boy's smile on the road outside the wall is not heard; My wife is in the room, laughing and sleeping in a daze.
I put on a big shirt and took it out. Beside the lotus pond is a small cinder road.
This secluded road; There are fewer people walking during the day, and the night is even lonelier. The lotus pond is surrounded by long and numerous trees, which are lush.
Beside the road, there are some willows and their unknown trees. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary.
It's a good night, although the lights are still on. I am the only one. I don't have a husband.
On this day, I also; I seem to be too used to myself, as for life. I love to be lively and quiet; I like living in groups and living together.
Now, at night, when a person wants everything under the noise, he feels like a free man. What must be done during the day and what must be said in the cloud can be ignored today.
The beauty of this place lies in that I am infected by this boundless lotus moon. On the winding lotus pond, I am looking forward to the leaves of the field.
The leaves are high out of the water, like a pavilion daughter's skirt. The leaves in the middle layer are dotted with white flowers, some are blooming gracefully, and some are holding flowers. Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, and like a beauty in the first bath.
When the breeze passes by, it sends a faint scent. If it is far from the upstairs, it is also a sound. At this time, there was a slight movement between the leaves and the flowers, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant.
The leaves were originally connected side by side, but there were traces of condensation ripples. The bottom of the leaf is the water of the lung, hidden but not colored; And leaves can see bones better.
The moon is like running water, but it pours on a leaf and a flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond.
Leaves and flowers are washed with milk; Like a dream in a cage. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it cannot be illuminated; However, I think this is indispensable, even for solid interests. Sleeping soundly, lying down also has its own taste.
The moon is illuminated by trees, irrigated by high bushes, and steep as a ghost in the shadow of refutation; Willow shadows are picturesque lotus. The color in the pond is uneven; However, there is a cloud with sound, as Brahma called it.
The fourth lotus pond, far and near, has many willows. This will be a lotus pond; Only on the side of the road, between sections, so it is reserved for moonlight.
For example, the color of the tree is cloudy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance; And Liu Zhifeng also recognized in the smoke. The mountains are hidden among the trees, which means something.
A tree fell, and one or two street lamps were missing, which made people too thirsty to sleep. It was the most prosperous time, when cicadas in trees and frogs in water were the most abundant; I have nothing to do with it.
Suddenly recalled the matter of picking lotus. The custom of picking lotus and riverside seems to have existed a long time ago, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can know a thing or two from the poem.
There are very few people picking lotus. It swayed and sang colorful songs.
There are not many lotus pickers, but there are also lotus pickers. What was lively at that time was also romantic at that time.
Liang's ode to picking lotus is good: so the demon is a virgin and willing to go boating; Xu Huan, the snipe head, also passed the feathers; If you move, the algae will hang, and if the boat is flat, you will sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that the scene of wandering at that time was also. It's true, but it's a pity that I have no happiness today.
Then I remembered the sentence in Xizhou Qu: Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and there are too many lotus; Bow your head and take the lotus. The lotus is as clear as water. If there are still lotus pickers today, this is called "lotus has gone too far"; If you can't see the shadow of the crowd alone, you can't.
This makes me finally miss Jiangnan. -this thought, suddenly looked up and felt that it was already my door; Gently push the door in, why not? My wife has been sleeping for a long time.
3. Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond has been rewritten into a poem, and the moon is like a streamer.
Zhao wo Tang he
Hi runs like a beautiful dream.
On this clear night like water
There is a faint fragrance.
On the cold lotus leaf
Happily and shyly
For drunk people.
There is a bright blue now.
Astigmatism in blue ripples
soon
I forgot the lotus pond.
Forget the lotus leaf.
Forget the willows and moonlight around you.
Only this boundless cold
Be with me
On this poetic night, I am alone.
dance
As if-the world is silent.
Flowers wither, fragrance dies.
The cicada frog also lost its song.
Absolutely original, the landlord can use it with confidence.
4. Who can rewrite the moonlight of the lotus pond into a poem under the lotus pond?
The rambling path lingers on the lotus pond.
A girl with long hair and weeping willows is on the shore.
The beautiful figure is cast on the lotus leaf.
Swing with the wind and sing like a dance.
The breeze blew over the water and set off green waves.
The swaying lotus is like a princess taking a bath.
The fragrant fragrance wafted in.
The hazy moonlight covered her with gauze.
A shy expression.
The moon and the stars also love its beauty.
Jump in one by one
The pond suddenly lit up.
As if dotted with pearls.
Fear of blasphemy
Reluctant to leave, close your eyes and daydream
Do not worry about the world of mortals
How many quiet moments can life have?
free time
5. Change Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond into a poem or a word. The poem should be a normal poem, and the teacher Zhu Ziqing arranged Moonlight on the Lotus Pond.
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon Yuan (yuán) is female, and she is willing to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, algae can hang, and ships can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū). It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Xizhou Qu:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
1July, 927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.
6. The original "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" is quite restless these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door. Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon is a child or a woman, willing to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together. It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": Lotus is picked in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.