You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
1, Gu Cheng: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light!
Haizi: "Spring blossoms, facing the sea"
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
3. Xu Zhimo: Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
graceful
Meeting is fate.
Meet by chance, get to know each other,
I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight.
When drinking is a song, the past is still clear.
Life is like a dream. May I be drunk forever.
Passers-by are in a hurry and will say goodbye sooner or later.
Today is the autumn wind, and yesterday the yellow flowers were still there.
The ancient road is long and the golden urn is full.
Years are like stars, and feelings are like water.
My heart is looking at the bright moon. When will the dragons sing?
When birds fly through the window
Author: Lan Jian Piaopiao
A field full of rape blossoms
Flat, stretched
Childhood song
Riding on the back of a cow and singing along the path
Smoke from the kitchen is on the blue tile at dusk.
Jumping and frolicking
Whose mulberry picking girl is it?
Roll up gauze sleeves
Facing the river
Dress up that sweet dream
come and go
Crowd, white people
The birds
Embark on the pilgrimage of youth clothes
Old log cabin
Silent calendar
hands up!
look into the sky
Pray for an amazing declaration of life
On the ancient windowsill
Jasmine parviflora
Gentle and fragrant every fan.
Closed window lattice
Mom's jiaozi.
Author: Mifu
When you are not at home.
Farewell to jiaozi wrapped in the kang.
Mother rubs the noodles with tears, and father rubs the noodles with silence.
The taste of jiaozi is not available on weekdays.
Knead into a hundred worries
Pack a thousand blessings.
Hold tight for ten thousand times.
Have a taste of this hot jiaozi.
When homesick in a foreign country.
Mom's jiaozi smells good.
Those prosperous jiaozi in the street.
They are all full of homesickness.
Dianyipan Home-cooked jiaozi
Drink a pot of old wine.
Keep a fifteenth moon.
I feel a little at home.
Summer night
Author: Rong Er
Who has a machete,
Cut the moon into eyebrows,
Wu Gang put away the osmanthus wine,
Let me drink this acacia.
I want to tell my sadness to the stars,
The star tore off a white cloud to cover her head,
Shame,
Begging the wind to take a message,
The wind tugged at the sleeves of the willow branches,
Refused to leave.
Hey! Yaner whispered in her nest,
Light, her eyes are too confused,
Chier also said that she was too boring.
Oh! Fortunately, this moth is ambitious,
She said she would do many things for me.
If you are a snowflake.
Author: Mo Ke Romantic
If you were a snowflake,
Flying in from heaven.
I have the direction I want-
Floating, floating, floating,-
The whole sky is my direction.
Even on a cold cliff,
Even in a lonely world,
I'm not afraid of lonely rain lanes-
Melancholy, melancholy, melancholy,-
Lovely, you are my direction!
Let the genie light an orange lamp,
Blinking your wild deer eyes,
It also smells of cinnabar plum-
You Ran, You Ran, You Ran
Oh, then I abandoned all my freedom and dreams!
Gently stick your lightness,
Gently, penetrate into the palm of your hand, the eyebrows and the whole soul!
The bay that breeds spring—
Wandering, wandering, wandering,-
Wandering in your heart like a gentle wave,
The tenth song, Yu Guangzhong's Waiting for You in the Rain.
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
I have read many comments on this poem, and what impressed me the most was a wonderful passage about the science museum and Swiss watches, which was said to be a combination of classical and modern. However, personally, the appearance of these two images may be the only failure of this poem, and the combination of suit and melon hat makes people feel uncomfortable.
Second, the ninth song, Lin's "Laughter".
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
It was a smile-God's smile, a beautiful smile:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.
Third, the eighth song, Fei Ming's "Star".
The stars in the sky,
It is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall,
The star cluster says this is the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
Last night's midnight star,
Wipe the net bright and beautiful,
Sparse without losing,
The same is true of spring flowers and autumn moons.
Children are not fish.
Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.
The fourth and seventh songs are Bian's Broken Chapters.
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
This one is the most famous among all the works with the theme of broken chapters. But many authoritative critics' explanations are different from the author's own.
The fifth and sixth songs, Zheng Chouyu's "mistakes".
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Perhaps this mistake is not only said to the people in the window, but also to passers-by, because it is not him who is waiting in the window. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially Mistress.
Sixth, the fifth song, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water".
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.