Introduction: Song Ci is a Chinese literary genre popular in the Song Dynasty. Song Ci is one of the new style poems relative to the ancient poetry, marking the highest achievement of Song Dynasty literature. The following is a collection of classic Song poetry appreciation that I have carefully compiled for everyone. You are welcome to refer to it!
Treading on the sand·The paths are red and sparse
Author: Yan Shu
The paths are red and sparse, the suburbs are full of green, and the trees on the high platform are dark and gloomy. The spring breeze cannot lift the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by.
The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, the swallows are separated by the red curtain, and the incense in the stove is quietly turning on the gossamer. When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.
Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia
Author: Su Shi
When the great river goes eastward, the waves are exhausted, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. To the west of the fortress, there is Humanity and Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms at Chibi. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. I recall Gong Jin’s time when Xiao Qiao was married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fan and silk scarf, in the midst of talking and laughing, the rapist was wiped out in ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.
Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.
Slow voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi
Author: Li Qingzhao
Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine can't stand up to his late arrival! The wild goose is passing by, and I'm sad, but it's an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? How can it be dark when you are alone by the window! The phoenix trees are also drizzled, and they are dripping at dusk.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!