In the evening, I came to a garden and was sleeping in a pavilion in the middle of the pond. "From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me. " I heard the sound of reading, and I continued to listen: "until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon." As soon as I saw it, the poet picked up a small and exquisite glass and looked at the moon. Just then, I sneezed: "Ah, choo!" The man found me and pointed at me and said, "Until I raised my glass and asked the moon, there was another person here!" ""I immediately said, "No, no!" Is to bring me my shadow, let the three of us together! The man stroked his beard and said, "Good poem, good poem!" Then he asked me, "Who are you? Why are you here? " I said, "My name is Liu Xiangyu, and I can't find my home. Besides, who are you? Why do you want to read Li Bai's poems? " I'm Li Bai, and my words are too white. As soon as I heard it, I said, "It's the great poet Li Bai! No respect! No respect! I thought to myself, this is the Tang Dynasty! I asked him again, "How can you write such a good poem?" I saw that Li Bai patted the dust on the plain robe behind him and said, "There are three ways to read: heart, mouth and eyes. As the saying goes, think more, talk more and read more. I said to him again, "Great poet, do you know that your poems have a great influence on our future?" How did you write more than 900 poems? " He smiled and said, "So you are from the future! I can write so many poems with only one proverb: as long as you work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle! " I savored these words. Later, he told me the story of his childhood, how to motivate him to study and finally become a great poet. After a while, Li Bai took out a copy of Selected Poems of Li Bai from his sleeve and gave it to me as a gift. I also gave the Chinese book to Li Bai as a gift.
Ding! The class rang. When I woke up, I had a dream! I'm still at school! At this moment, the teacher said, "Liu Xiangyu, please read Li Bai's" Drinking the Bright Moon Alone ". I stood up and found that the Chinese book was gone. Did I really give it to Li Bai? Suddenly I took out a book "Selected Poems of Li Bai", but when I turned the page, it was all ancient Chinese and I couldn't understand it. So I recited it. "From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one was with me until I raised my cup. I asked Mingyue, there is another person here! " The students laughed their heads off.
People born after the 20th century have relatively simple names. On the premise of inheriting the ancestors' surnames, it is enough to take one or two words as names. For them, "name" is a simple word, and its meaning is inseparable. But for ancient China people, a name is a name and a word is a word, each with its own independent meaning, which should not be confused. Here is a special talk about the "word" of the ancients.
Since the Zhou Dynasty, people have taken other words besides names. "Book of Rites Talking about the Public" says: "Young name, crown word." The explanation of this sentence is: "The name was added in March, so the cloud was young; At the age of 20, there is a way to be a father, and friends and other classes can no longer call their names, so they add words to the crown. " When the word "20-year-old father" is added, it certainly refers to men; For women, it is the word "allowed to get married", and when you can get married (15 years old), add "word". People should have names when they are born, so as to distinguish each other, otherwise they will not be able to enter the existing social order system as independent people. I have no scruples about calling children by their first names, but it is also disrespectful to adults. We chose words to solve this problem. Therefore, the names of the ancients were mainly used to claim themselves; Ancient Chinese characters were mainly used for other names. Of course, this does not mean that names should not be named under all circumstances, which depends on the mutual status of the two parties to the dialogue. Those who treat each other equally, respect others without leaving a name, and humbly call themselves without leaving a name; Older people are kind to younger generations, teachers to students, and superiors to subordinates. They can also call each other by their first names instead of words. If the name is to divide each other, then the word is to show respect and inferiority. This is the basic difference between the functions of names and words.
The word is independent of the name, but it keeps close contact with the name. According to ancient philology, "word" has the meaning of reproduction. So we can also interpret it as an ancient Chinese character, which is derived from the name. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, people's names and characters generally have special meanings. The Biography of Names in the Spring and Autumn Period, written by the exegetical master Wang in Qing Dynasty, summed up and revealed five relationships between names and characters at that time, which was comprehensive and accurate. Now add an example, as shown below:
Ancient poetry composition, rewriting Qingming. Seeking an answer ~ ~ urgent ~ ~ Tianjingsha Qiu Si
In the west, a sunset came obliquely from the barren hills, and everything on the ground was covered with a layer of fuzzy blood.
The rustling autumn wind attacked me mercilessly and eroded my soul.
I am walking alone in a foreign land, accompanied by only the skinny old horse who gets along with me day and night. Wandering for many days, it has long been as tired as me. I dragged it and stumbled forward, hoping to spend the night at someone else's house, but there seemed to be no end in sight in front of this desolate ancient road. Just like my current state of mind, after today, I don't know if there will be tomorrow, so I can only take it one step at a time.
I led the old horse to a drooping old tree and looked at the few fragile dead branches left. I can't help thinking how vibrant it is in the season of being in the mood for love. But now, the old tree in front of us has lost its luster and become dim, without the shadow of life in it. The vines wrapped around it have withered and look so fragile. In those days, how vigorous it was! Because it depends on trees, it grows so fast and climbs so high. When it gets old, it can no longer stand the ravages of wind and rain and can only die silently. The crows coming home at dusk broke the silent sky. Although it shows some vitality, it is monotonous and harsh.
I pulled the old horse and walked on. I see a clear stream. There is a small wooden bridge only one foot wide on the stream, and the boards are uneven and extremely simple. The stream is spraying water, so free, so cheerful, so carefree. Listening to the sound of running water, the melancholy mood has a faint relief.
In the dark sky, there were wisps of light smoke coming from that family, and the smell of Daoxiang came head on. I looked back, and the yellow window paper reflected a happy smile of a family of three. Look back at yourself, lonely, even with the old horse, you can't show a trace of warmth. My home is in a distant hometown.
Heartbroken people are in the end of the world, wandering, wandering, wandering into the distance.
Withered vines hang on old branches, and crows croak when they return at dusk.
Tiny bridge,flowing brook,hamlet homes
The path, the horses and the wind are blowing.
The sun is sinking in the west
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
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Poem: Looking at Lushan Waterfall, it is hard to go, the road to Shu is difficult, drinking wine, ci, first made as Baidicheng.
I hope I can help you with the words of autumn wind, knotted socks, Bodhisattva Man and recalling Qin E.
Li Bai's ancient poem "seeing friends off" was rewritten as: the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain, and the east is white water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Friends" The platform was crowded with people and there was noise everywhere. Some of the sadness at dinner has now disappeared. You stare blankly at the stop sign in front of you, and then take out a ticket with a corner cut off. The railway station was built on a highland in the city. No matter which direction you look out, the landscape is unobstructed, with Qingshan in the north and Qinghe in the east. But I don't know why, the scenery in front of me can't attract me. I think I may be a little tired and used to many separations in my life. Here comes the train. Imagine this is a classic separation. You and I drifted to the door of a post station in the Tang Dynasty with the wind, so be a romantic poet. The porter is loading your luggage into the carriage. This may be the most magnificent and exciting time in history, but life is short after all, and many dreams will die with the silence of the years. You have doubts about your future, and I certainly share them. But at this moment, I think more about your fate than about myself. People often regret failure, but how can a life without rising and chasing fail? From this perspective, my friend, your constant pursuit of an ideal life is bound to be lonely and wandering. So please don't worry, don't worry. Look! Look! There are clouds floating overhead, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west. Isn't she just as elusive? The sun is about to sink into the sea, and I will ride home alone. In fact, we are all facing the same journey and the same fate! Please don't waste any more time, get on the horse, get on the horse! Let Benma take us to unknown places. A?vagho?a rustled. The train rumbled. I almost shed tears. If you analyze the meaning of poetry, there are some on Baidu. Just enter the name of this poem.
Li Bai, the author of the ancient poem "The King", "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and sent it from afar."
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
Visiting ancient Vietnam and China.
Yue Wang, sentenced to sword, broke Wu Gui, and the righteous returned to their hometown.
Maid-in-waiting is like a flower in Man Chun Hall, but only partridges are flying today.
Answer to Wang's "Twelve Cold Nights, Drinking Only"
Last night, Wu Zhongxue, Ziyou became prosperous.
Wan Li clouds roll the blue mountains, and the lonely moon flows through the sky.
Lonely Moon Canglang River Han Qing, Beidou strewn at random Chang Gung Ming.
The night of wine is frosty and white, and the jade bed is golden.
Life wandering for a hundred years is bound to last forever.
You can't learn cockfighting from the golden distance and sit and hum a rainbow.
You can't take a knife at night in Qinghai and wear a purple robe at the West Stone Castle like Shu Ge.
In the north window, poetry is not straight for a glass of water.
The world turned around after hearing the news, just like the east wind shooting at a horse.
Fisheye smiled at me, too. Please be with the bright moon.
You can't eat fists, but donkeys can sing spring breeze.
Fold the yellow flowers into the common customs, and Jin Jun listens to the piano and clears the angle.
Ba people willing to cooperate with Yangchun. The origin of Chu is humble and strange.
If the gold runs out, you can't do it, and you will be looked down upon as Confucianism.
When we talk about a smile, it loses its color and flies scream.
Was it a murderer? Rumors and loving mothers surprised me.
Talk to you and hold your hand, without honor or disgrace.
Kong Sheng heard that he was injured, and Dong Long's condition was even worse.
A proud and bitter life is not harmonious, and the goodwill and goodwill of the media are better.
Yanling respects the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Why does he need a long sword to stand on the jade steps?
Zhiyuan is not expensive, and poverty is not sad.
Han Xin was ashamed to compare with Jiang, and Mi Fei was ashamed to drive away Tu Gu 'er.
If you don't go to Beihai, Li See, where will you get your heroism?
If you don't look at Pei Shangshu, there are three feet of wormwood thorns in the earth grave.
Teenagers have long wanted to go to the Five Lakes. Seeing this, I will spare Zhong Ding.
Li Bai's "Ancient Poems in the Mountains" asks you what you want to live in the blue mountains, smiling without answering your heart. Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go away, and the world is not human.