Yat sen villa
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li shangyin?
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Translation:
A person lives a quiet and secluded life, overlooking the city, and spring goes to summer.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. It cleared up after the rain.
Climbing on the high shelf and looking at the railing, the sky is vast, and the afterglow of sunset Ran Ran penetrates the window lattice.
The nests of Vietnamese birds have dried up, and their posture has returned to lightness.
2. Describe a trip to Qiu Lai in summer.
The new autumn
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
The fire cloud has not yet gathered in Qifeng, and the pillow is shocked.
Whose home is lonely in several desolate gardens.
Cicadas moan intermittently about the waning moon, and fireflies glow up and down in the dusk.
Give it to the golden gate period again, scratching your head and sighing at night.
Translation:
In the summer evening, the red clouds in the sky are changing, and the towering peaks have not disappeared for a long time. Leaning on the pillow, I was stunned by a cool autumn wind. Autumn is cool, countless gardens are bleak, and the sound of smashing clothes comes from loneliness. As night falls, cicadas, who have felt the weather getting colder and colder, wail in the dark night of the waning moon, and fireflies twinkle in the twilight.
Because my reputation has not been realized, my heart is very painful. I have written an article to suggest to the emperor, and I look forward to the opportunity to provide it. When you see Qiu Lai in summer, you will inevitably feel that time waits for no one. In the middle of the night, I lamented that the years flew by and never came back.
3. Describe autumn and winter.
four seasons; all the year round
Time: Late Jin Dynasty and Early Song Dynasty
Author: Tao Yuanming
The spring water is full of four rivers, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks.
The autumn moon shines on the ground, and the winter ridge is lonely and loose.
Translation:
In the middle of winter, the spring water overflows the fields and Shui Ze, and the clouds in summer are unpredictable, and there are many peaks.
The autumn moon is bright, and under the bright moonlight, all the scenery is covered with a layer of blurred colors. In winter, a pine tree on the ridge shows great vitality in the cold.
4. Describe that winter goes and spring comes
Qinzhou shousui
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Zhang said
So, the New Year is over tonight, and the New Year will come tomorrow.
Sorrow with bucket handle, the northeast of spring.
Translation:
After tonight, the old year is over, and tomorrow is the first day of the new year.
Sad heart moves with the stars, maybe you can return to your hometown in spring.
Extended data:
Poetry exists in the cultural tradition of human beings, and we always maintain lofty intentions for words such as "poetry", "lyricism" and "beauty". Human beings not only have the ability to express their feelings, but also have this need, based on the need of survival. In this way, lyric poetry is not only an aesthetic problem, but also a survival problem, and lyric attitude has become a category of human existence.
With the development of civilization and the emergence of social division of labor, there have been "poets" who specialize in poetry. The division between poets and non-poets arises from this. Poetry and poets are always associated with some mysterious force. Poets are considered to be special and mysterious figures selected by and inspired by God.
Poetics is about poetry, just as aesthetics is about beauty, it is difficult to have an accepted definition. If you ask a poet "what is poetry", just like you ask an aesthete "what is beauty", it is difficult to get your satisfactory answer. Poetry is difficult to define, probably because "it belongs to the spiritual world too much, and it is spiritual in space". Poetry can be divided into broad sense and narrow sense.
When poems in broad sense and narrow sense are mixed together, "what is poetry" becomes more complicated. Heidegger is not satisfied with "classifying poetry into literature" and disagrees that "poetry must find its existing form in literature". This is inevitably a biased theory.
Poetry is a kind of language art, and it certainly belongs to literature, which includes poetry, prose and novels. Is there any doubt about this? However, the so-called poems here are only poems in a narrow sense. There is also a kind of poem in a broad sense. Poetry in a broad sense no longer belongs to literature, nor is it a branch and part of literature.
When we distinguish poetry in a broad sense from poetry in a narrow sense, we can avoid a lot of confusion and the definition of poetry begins to be clear.