The poem about South and North is 1. Poems describing the snow in the south and the snow in the north, respectively, had better be two contrasting poems.
The poem describing the snow in the south goes like this: The window contains the snow in Xiling, and the boat is moored at the gate of Wan Li, Wu Dong.
Commentary: Two Huang Peng are singing on the green willow branches, and a white honeymoon is flying high in the blue sky. Outside the window, facing the eternal snow in Minshan, a Wan Li ship from Jiangsu is moored outside.
Source: the four quatrains of Du Fu, a great poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty (the third). The original text is as follows: two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships heading east. The poem describing the snow in the north is like this: Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, is sunny, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
Interpretation: The sunset at dusk turns thousands of miles of clouds into dark yellow; The north wind is blowing hard, the snow is falling, and the geese are flying south. From the Tang Dynasty poet Gao Shi's group poem "Two Biedongda Poems".
The original text is as follows: Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Six purlins drifted away mercilessly, and one left Luo Jing for more than ten years. It shouldn't be enough for my husband to be poor, and I can't afford to drink when I meet you today.
2. The significance of my southern and northern poems
My south and north
The 11th July Recitation Art Festival and the 5th China University Students Recitation Competition Finals.
Selected Works of Broadcasting and Hosting College of China Communication University
Narrator: Snowflakes are still flying in Daxinganling, willow branches on both sides of the Yangtze River have sprouted, and flowers are blooming everywhere on Hainan Island. How vast our motherland is!
Ever since I knew the big river, I have known my south and north.
Since I knew the big river, I have known my north and south.
My south and north are very close, close to each other across the bank;
My north and south are too far apart for me to measure with my feet.
The geese fly south, shortening my north and south with their wings;
Swallows return, holding spring mud to express my north and south.
My south is also the south of Liu Yong and Li Yu. A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and fragrance like falling flowers. When I woke up from my dream, the sadness that was fixed on the waning moon in Yang Liuan was destined to be fixed on the sad face of a talented woman and a beautiful woman in the south. ...
My north is also the north of Li Bai and Gao Shi. Smoke billowed and horses waved reins. In the flying snow in August, the northern soldiers riding horses and drinking wine are marching into the battlefield of swords and shadows. All the victories and defeats finally turned into rows of Populus euphratica under the boundary of Lengyue. ...
I once walked through Huangshan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang to find my south, but my south was hidden in the depths of Wupeng boat, Qingshiqiao and oil-paper umbrella. In the shadow of Qinhuai River, I stare at my south; In the bell of Hanshan Temple, I listen to my south; In the soft waves of Fuchun River, I embraced my south. My south! Apricot blossoms and spring rain, small bridges and flowing water, and grass grows in Fei Ying.
I walked through Tianshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain and Taihang Mountain, looking for my north. My north is hidden in the depths of loess kilns, window paper and yurts. On the Gobi desert, I sang side by side with my north; In Xing 'anling, where the snow is flying beyond the Great Wall, I meditate and stare at my north; In the vast Shanhaiguan, my north and I are strong enemies. My north! Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, loud and clear.
People say that I am rich in the south, but the 10,000-mu paddy fields and thousands of miles of water towns were watered by my parents with sweat and tears and brewed by reformers with courage and wisdom. Whether it's the famous land of fish and rice, or Shenzhen, Wenzhou and Xiaogang, those shiny names are actually carved with axes and knives and printed on the wrinkles of mom and dad!
Everyone said that I was poor in the north, but I clearly heard it, and I heard the drums rumbling to revitalize the old northeast and develop the northwest; Hearing the old machine tool that has been discontinued for many years, it began to sing happily again; I heard the sound of labor horn and Ansai waist drum ringing all over the Yellow River in Jiuqu (qū); I heard my father's sonorous footsteps after he brushed away the sweat with rough hands ... I know, you are awake, my north!
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, playing many ups and downs and vicissitudes;
From ancient times to the present, the surging river is like a string, plucking many ups and downs and vicissitudes.
In the southeast wind, I hit the banana in the south rain, and the lotus fragrance floated lightly, graceful and melodious!
In the sound of the northwest wind, my northern snow floats on the wasteland, and my waist drum is deafening, majestic and arrogant!
My south and north,
My north and south,
My hometown and paradise forever!
Southerners live in the north and miss southern poetry.
Write a poem about homesickness: Looking at the Moon for Du Langzhong at Fifteen Nights was written by Wang Jian, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his poem is as follows: Bai Shu cries in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground is as white as a layer of frost and snow. The crow in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court.
The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si. Meeting the Capital is a novel written by Cen Can, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is as follows: the old garden has a long way to go east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell have not dried. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Looking east at my hometown, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward; Tears on my face wet my sleeve, but I still can't wipe it off. I met you on horseback on the way, but I wanted to write a letter without paper and pen. I can only ask you to take a message and go home to report peace.
The author of Tianjingsha Qiu Si is Ma Zhiyuan, a writer in Yuan Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Dead vines entwine old trees, and crows return to their nests in the branches at dusk. Under the small bridge, there are several families by the running water.
On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward. The sun is setting slowly, and the extremely sad traveler is still wandering at the end of the world.
To My Friends and Harmony was written by Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of its poem is as follows: We finally met in the flowers, we parted in the flowers, and here, a year later, there were flowers again.
How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow. Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.
I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon. I remember last spring, when all the flowers were in full bloom, I met you and then parted.
After a year, it's flowering season again. Anything could happen.
The worries of spring make me feel gloomy and it is difficult to sleep at night. I miss the countryside because of my poor health.
There are still displaced people in the city, which is really a disgrace to the official micro-salary. I heard that you want to visit me. I've been waiting for months in the west building.
The author of Homecoming is Xue Daoheng, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: only seven days in spring, two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. The poet came to the south at the end of the old year and suddenly entered the seventh day of the first month of the new year. Although the time is short, the old year and the new year have passed.
The contrast between seven days and two years expresses the poet's homesickness. Wild geese are migratory birds and return to the north every spring.
At this time, the geese flew back to the north from the south, but did not go home, falling behind the geese; The flowers in the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River were originally pleasant, but I was even more melancholy before the flowers because I was homesick. Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Whose courtyard is the jade flute flying out of? Enter the spring breeze and float over the ancient city of Luoyang. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the music of "Folding Willow" on the night of their stay?
"Under the North Fort Mountain" was written by Wang Wan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: Castle Peak, off the road, me and the boat, by the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. Travelers pass through the desolate Gubei Mountain, and ships follow the blue river.
At high tide, the banks of the river are flush with the river and very open. Sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The night is not over, a red sun has risen from the sea, spring is early on the river, and the old year has not passed the New Year.
How to convey a letter sent to my hometown? Goose returning to the north, please help me take it home and bring it back to Luoyang.
4. What sentences describe the temperature difference between north and south in winter?
1. You are snowing and windy in the cold night in the north, and I am like spring in the sunny day in the south. -Ma Di "Nanshan South"
2. The latest love flower
Song dynasty: fur
Force build by laying bricks or stones around the yard narration window. The sun is full of flowers and the shadows are heavy. The golden duck warms up without wind and fragrance. Wax cold is shallower than spring cold.
Warm pen and inkstone during the day. Xian Anxi, all six papers are finished. The tea bowl can't help daydreaming. Magpie awakens the sunset glow.
3. Cold Spring Pavilion
Song Dynasty: Linshe
A clear and clear poem can refresh people's minds, and I won't know until the cold and warm years.
Flowing out of the West Lake, singing and dancing is not like going back to the mountains.
4. "Step on the sand and lean on the willow"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
It is better to lean on the willow inscription and make a flower side cap than to drive it away. It's too early to blow the green shadow into silk.
In Western jackdaw, western Jin Dian, the jade-step spring grass is warm in the upper part and cold in the lower part. Mayor Xiao Lou Yue Ming is idle. What else is life in his later years?
5. Butterfly Lovers, Warm Rain, Sunny Wind, First Breaking Frozen
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
5. What are the emotional sentences in literature and art that are divided into North and South?
1. You are snowing heavily in the sunny south, and I am cold as spring in the north.
In those years, I ran around and couldn't find what was lost in my heart.
I will drink a cup of gentle wine in every gentle dusk, regardless of the north and south, regardless of the worries.
Go where you want to go, north or south, while you are still young and your dreams are still there. Do what you want to do now.
One thing, no matter too late or too early, will not stop you from becoming what you want to be. There is no time limit for this process. You can start whenever you want, regardless of east, west, north and south.
6. Meeting you is like being possessed. Suddenly, you just don't go in the right direction.
7. In desert areas, in mountainous areas, in high latitudes from north to south, no matter where you are, there is no home.
8. People who love you, whether in the north or the south, are on the road. People who don't love you, taking one more step is a burden.
9. North and South, as long as you are here, I will be by your side.
10. Whatever you need, I will appear, because I am afraid that you will be lonely.
6. Modern Poetry about the South
My south ... The warmth of the phoenix tree rises under the high sky, and I have no clothes to keep out the cold. The leaves of the yellow coat are whispering. On the thick soil, a handful of April green tea, with a cup as the stage, stretched into mermaid-like celadon. A warm and fine snow filled the air, I sat around, and my south was sipping a warm current to make the stars move. My south ... a pool of edelweiss swims in the dreamy water town, where the blue waves meet and the sound is crisp ... The bamboo raft is long and the pole directs the lotus pond to make a symphony ... Aunt Huansha is brewing a courtyard covered with snow in the afternoon ... Xu Feng sets off an old dowry curtain ... Under the clear sky, a pair of ballet hands dance softly in the winter sunshine and snowflakes, and my south .. The dream is vaguely full of wind and frost.