Appreciation of ten poems in "Xin Qiji's Ci":
1. "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty. Blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.
Moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
Interpretation:
Just like the east wind blowing away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blew away fireworks and scattered them like rain. The luxurious carriage fills the road with fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually set to the west, and fish, dragons, lanterns danced and laughed all night long.
The beauties all wore bright ornaments on their heads. They walked with the crowd with smiles and scents wafting from their bodies. I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, and inadvertently found her in the scattered lights.
2. "Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" Song Dynasty. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now that I know all the sadness, I can’t stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.
Interpretation:
When people are young, they don’t know the feeling of sadness and like to climb high and look far away. I like to climb high and look far away, and reluctantly express my sorrow in order to write a new poem about "no worries".
Now that I have tasted all the sadness, I want to say it but can’t. I want to say it but I can’t, but I say it’s a cool autumn!
3. "Bodhisattva Man·Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi" Song Dynasty. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.
The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains.
Interpretation:
The water of the Gan River under Yugu Terrace contains the tears of many passers-by. I looked up at Chang'an in the northwest, but unfortunately I could only see countless green mountains.
But how can the green mountains block the river? The river will still flow eastward after all. As the sun set, I was filled with melancholy when I heard the cry of partridges coming from the deep mountains.
4. "Yong Yu Le·Nostalgia for the Past at Guting in the North of Jingkou" Song Dynasty. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
Interpretation:
The country remains unchanged through the ages, but Sun Zhongmou, the hero of the separatist regime, is nowhere to be found. No matter the bustling dance pavilion or the lingering charm of heroes, they are always blown away by the ruthless wind and rain. The grass and trees seen in the setting sun, the streets and alleys of ordinary people, people say that the slaves once lived there. I recall that back then, he commanded powerful and sophisticated soldiers and horses, and devoured arrogant captives like a fierce tiger.
Emperor Yuanjia was so rash and reckless. He wanted to establish immortal military exploits and Feng Ruanju Xu, but he ended up running for his life in a panic. Looking north to the pursuers, he shed countless tears. I still remember that forty-three years ago, I fought on the smoke-filled Yangzhou Road. It is really unbearable to look back. Under Tuoba Tao's palace, the crows of the sacred crows echoed the noisy drums. Who would come to ask, General Lian Po is old and his body is as strong as ever?
5. "Nanxiangzi·Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion has a heart" Song Dynasty. Xin Qiji
Where can I look at China? Beigu Tower is full of scenery. How many things have happened through the ages? long. The Yangtze River is endless.
The young man Wan Dou sat down and broke off the war in the southeast. Who is the rival of the world's heroes? Cao Liu. Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.
Interpretation:
Where can I view my homeland, the Central Plains? In front of my eyes, I can only see the magnificent mountains and rivers around Beigulou. They have experienced so many changes through thousands of years of rise and fall. It is really hard to describe and cannot be fully described, just like this vast river that is endless and never returns.
Thinking back to those days, how heroic and majestic Sun Quan was, commanding thousands of strong men in his youth. Occupying the south of the Yangtze River, hundreds of battles are still going on. Who among the heroes in the world is worthy of being his opponent? Only Cao Cao and Liu Bei can make a tripartite with him. No wonder people say that the son he gives birth to should be like Sun Quan.
6. "Moon on the Xijiang River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" Song Dynasty. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Interpretation:
The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, frightening the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to bring the distant chirping of cicadas. In the aroma of rice, people are talking about the good harvest year, and there are bursts of frogs croaking in their ears, as if they are talking about the good harvest year.
Light clouds were floating in the sky, and the twinkling stars appeared and disappeared. It started to rain lightly in front of the mountain. I hurriedly crossed the creek across the small bridge to escape the rain. Where have the hut shops beside the woods near the Tutu Temple gone? After turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
7. "Breaking the Array·Composing a Poem for Chen Tongfu" Song Dynasty. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse is flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Interpretation:
When I was drunk, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. When I woke up, I heard the sound of the horn of the military camp. Share the beef with your subordinates and let the musical instruments play majestic military music to boost their morale. This is autumn military parade on the battlefield.
The war horse is like Lu, running very fast, and the bow and arrow are like thunder, shaking the ears. I want to complete the great cause of regaining the lost land of the country for you, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. It's a pity that he has become a gray-haired man!
8. "Qingpingle·Village Living" Song Dynasty. Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
Interpretation:
The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The drunken Wudi dialect sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose family does that old man with white hair belong to?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field east of the stream, and the second son is busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved one is the youngest son, who is lying in the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the newly picked lotus pods.
9. "Shuilongyin·Dengjiankang Shangxin Pavilion" Song Dynasty. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings, but no one understood me.
Don’t say that the perch is worthy of praise. When the west wind blows, will the season eagle return? Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are like this! Who calls Qian, with red scarf and green sleeves, to find the hero's tears!
Interpretation:
The Chu sky is thousands of miles wide and the autumn colors are desolate. The Yangtze River water flows with the sky and the autumn colors are boundless. Looking at the lofty mountains and scenery of the northern country, they all seem to be conveying sorrow, resentment and hatred, just like jasper hairpins and spiral-shaped buns. When the sun sets in the west, the setting sun slants over the top of the building. Amid the sad cry of the lone wild goose, the wanderer's grief and anger are suppressed. Wu Gou plays with it and pats the nine-curved railing. No one can pay attention to my desire to climb the building and have a distant view.
Not to mention that the bass meat from my hometown is delicate and delicious, even if the autumn wind blows, will it be like an eagle that does not return from the season? I don’t want Xu Si to only pursue personal gain. That would be ashamed to see the talented Liu Bei. Time is like water, sorrow is like wind and rain, and trees are like wind and rain. Who can exchange for such a beautiful person? Let the passionate singer with red scarf and green sleeves wipe away my tears when the hero loses his ambition.
10. "Partridge Sky: A Guest Talks about Fame and Fame in Reminiscence of Youth" Song Dynasty. early.
The soldiers of Yan sung silver beards at night, and the arrows of Han flew towards the golden servant girls.
Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache.
However, ten thousand words were used to level the army. In exchange for the owner's tree planting book.
Interpretation:
When I was young, I led more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry across the Yangtze River.
The Jin soldiers were preparing their quivers at night, while our Han army shot arrows called Jin Pugu at the enemy early in the morning.
Recalling the past, I lamented that the spring breeze can no longer dye my white beard black.
I think you should exchange the tens of thousands of words of strategies that can pacify the deposit money people with those in the east for books on tree planting.