Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north. Singing geese, robin, king geese, geese, geese, Quxiang, white hair floating green water, Anthurium playing clear waves.
Yuanbao Liu He Jasper is decorated as a tree high, hanging a moss tapestry for thousands of years. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Wang Zhihuan heron lodge, the mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
William Wang luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Chilechuan, a folk song of the Northern Dynasty, is covered with four fields under the shady mountain.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. The wind and Li Qiao fall leaves in Sanqiu, which can blossom in February.
Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. Liangzhou Ci Wang Zhihuan Above the Yellow River and White Clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Go out to Wang Changling, the bright moon, the Han dynasty closed, the Long March did not return. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi Wang Wei Acropolis, raining and dusting, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Thinking that the foot of Li Bai's bed is so bright at night, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
When Gu Bai was a child, he didn't know the moon, so he was called Bai. I also suspect that it is Yaotai Beijing, flying in the blue clouds.
Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
On the way to bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower was sent by Li Bai's old friend, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Bai Di City was released in advance, and Li Bai resigned from Cai Yun, Bai Di, and returned to Jiangling thousands of miles a day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Bai and Tianmen broke the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed north. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Don't be tall and comfortable in Wan Li. In Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows the goose feather and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward. Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows the rainy season, which happens in spring.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Du Fu's sunset glow is beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Looking for flowers by the river, Du Fu's Yellow Master Tower faces the river, and the spring is lazy and sleepy.
Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Looking at Dongting Lake in the distance, Liu Yuxi's lake light and autumn moon set each other off in interest, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Langtaosha Liu Yuxi's Nine Songs Yellow River Wan Li Sand, Langtaofeng rises from the wind to the end of the world. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
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Recalling that Bai Juyi in Jiangnan is good in Jiangnan, the scenery once seemed familiar. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou Children learn to hold onto nylon tightly and sit on the grass beside the strawberry table to reflect on themselves. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Farmer Shen Li hoed crops at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
Jia Dao, when I asked your student under a pine tree, he left a note: "My teacher went to collect medicine". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
Tu Mu, a mountain walker, is far away in Hanshan. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Mu singing green and reflecting red, Shuizhaishan fruit wine flag wind; More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Li Shangyin, a scenic spot in Leyuan Garden, with the shadow of dusk in my heart, drove forward in the graves of Leyuan Garden.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, it occupies the infinite scenery of bee sound.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. On the first day of January, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day.
Deng Guazhou Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou Yishui, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Mr. Shu Huyin's wall and Wang Anshi's eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees cut themselves. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
On June 27, Su Shi Wang Hulou was drunk with books, covered with dark clouds and jumped into the boat in white rain. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing Su Shi.
2. Painting poems and paintings "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and duck prophets in spring water heating. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time for puffer fish to go up. " This is a poem entitled Riverside Scenery written by Hui Chong, a friend of Su Shi. Now Hui Chong's paintings have not been handed down, but this poem has been handed down through the ages and has become a popular work of art.
Some female painters and poets can't help but express their artistic opinions and pursuits when they appreciate artistic beauty, and create poems with paintings. Yang Meizi, a poet in Song Dynasty, is a good writer. She wrote a volume of poems with paintings. In her poem "Painting a Jade Butterfly with a Plum and a Green Calyx", she said: "Hun is like a cold butterfly waiting for the greenhouse, holding a sandalwood heart and remembering the old fragrance is especially lovely to drive away the cold tip. This must be the makeup of Han Palace. " She wrote most of Ma Yuan's works in the imperial government collection. The "Book History Society" commented: "Most of Ma Yuan's paintings are his subjects, which are related to feelings and thoughts, and people may laugh at them."
Cao, another poetess in the Song Dynasty, wrote Hou Shi and Dongpo Shi Hua, etc., saying, "She can write poems quite well, although her rhyme is not high, and sometimes her words are clever." Taste "Zhu Mo's Poetry": "I remember the dead of night in Xiao Xuan, and the moon moved to the east wall." People call it "the most skillful language".
Guan Daosheng, a painter and calligrapher in the Yuan Dynasty, tasted ink bamboo and presented it with colorful pictures, so he got a toast from the Imperial Palace. The queen mother treated her with courtesy, ordered her to sit down and give food, ordered her to draw plums and wrote a poem on them, saying, "The branches are lazy after the snow, and the jade in the snow is cool." I can't stay in the old village. I will move to the moon to have a look. " The queen mother is full of envy. Guan also wrote a poem to foreign monarchs: "My husband went to Japan to plant Hsinchu, and bamboo will become a forest husband in the future. It is better to be ugly than to have flowers falling. "
Huang was a painter in Qing Dynasty, who was good at landscapes and poems. In his "Fisherman's Landscape", he wrote: "I am lazy to climb the pavilion and look at the green hills. I have been closed to the outside world for many years, and the lonely peak is endless. " Aisingiorro, the granddaughter of Yue Le, the king of An Jun County, learned to write flowers at home. Her "Painting Peony" wrote: "ups and downs cherish the last spring, leaning on the painting column as a famous flower, rouge is light and thick, and one looks at the painting."
Poetry with pictures is hard to come by, and it is especially difficult to make it, because of its meaning.
3. What kind of painting poems? An art form.
In the blank space of Chinese painting, a poem is often written by the painter himself or others. The content of the poem either expresses the author's feelings, or talks about artistic sentiment, or sings the artistic conception of the picture.
Just as Xun said, "If you have high feelings and easy thinking, if you don't have enough paintings, the topic will be published" (Shan Jutu). This kind of poem inscribed on a painting is called a painting poem.
Inscribed poems are a part of painting rules, which are expressed in painting through calligraphy, so that the beauty of poetry, calligraphy and painting are skillfully combined, reflecting and enriching each other, enhancing the formal aesthetic feeling of works and forming the artistic characteristics of Chinese painting. In addition, before the Song Dynasty, many poems praising painting or expressing painting feelings were broadly speaking poems on paintings, although they were not poems on paintings.
Chinese painting pays great attention to "artistic conception", and often draws poems, which complement each other and make the artistic conception more profound. Then put a red seal on the picture, so that China's painting integrates poetry, calligraphy, painting and printing, forming a unique art form, and making people fully enjoy the beauty of art while reading, viewing and appreciating poetry.
The concept of China's poems on paintings can be said to be an extremely special aesthetic phenomenon in the history of world art. The combination of literature and art, poetry and painting, in the picture, are integrated and integrated, becoming an indispensable organic part of a work of art in composition and artistic conception.
Poetic and picturesque, set each other off into interest and complement each other. Therefore, painting and poetry is one of the characteristics of Chinese painting, and it is also the unique national form and style of painting art in China.
Moreover, there are some excellent poems on paintings in Chinese history, which are not only valuable heritages in Chinese art history, but also artistic treasures that can be inherited and carried forward in literary history. Scholars of past dynasties have different opinions on the origin of poetry and painting, that is, the beginning of the combination of poetry and painting.
Some people think that it can be traced back to the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, saying that Gu Kaizhi's "Luo Chong Fu Tu Juan" is a model of the combination of ancient poetry and painting. Some people think that inscribed poems originated in the Song Dynasty because most paintings before the Song Dynasty lacked inscriptions and postscript.
Du Qian's "Memories of Painting in a Pine Pot" said: "The Tang people only hid the root stone in the fine print, and those who failed to finish the book often fell behind others. Year after year from the Song Dynasty.
Chinese painting and poem painting are both unique art forms. Although it belongs to art and literature, painting is an art of vision, and poetry is an art of language, which is irreplaceable in conception and conception. In the Qing Dynasty, Kong Yan wrote in "The Tactics of Painting with Rubbing Stones": "Poems with paintings have their own place, so we should not fill in the blanks of paintings.
If there is a mountain on the left and the right should be empty, then the poem is on the right. The same is true on the right, and it is not allowed to occupy the painting position. "
The above two sentences "fill in the blank of the painting" and "do not invade the painting position" give a very clear definition to the poem on the screen. When the painter wrote this poem, the word "filling the blank" has become a modest noun.
Here, there is also a difference between a poem with pictures and an inscription simply added to get rid of the monotony and triviality on the screen. The former can't express meaning because of painting, and poetry and painting complement each other and explain each other, which is called "the shape of painting, the interest of poetry in painting" The latter is usually for the convenience of reference, only the writer's name and the year of painting, some poems are not beautiful and books are not good, so we should foster strengths and avoid weaknesses.
Paintings and poems are full of frame style, so painters who are good at writing and calligraphy often move poems of different lengths to the frame, resulting in an artistic effect of combining poetry and painting with beautiful scenery. The aesthetic feeling of painters' poems on paintings is often valued and studied.
Some people consider how the length and state of a poem match the picture after a painting is finished. Before writing a painting, some people also consider the position of the poem on the painting, or leave more blank space for inscription in advance because of the length of the poem.
It is true that poetry can be divided into fine, coarse, beautiful and ugly, and calligraphy can be divided into high and low. If poetry and postscript are complicated and calligraphy is not refined, this kind of painting will be forgotten. Judging from the art history of China, when the form of poems accompanied with pictures generally appeared in Song and Yuan Dynasties, Chinese paintings were covered with strong literary color, and painting in poems and poems in paintings became a creative pursuit or aesthetic ideal to appreciate literati paintings.
Painters can not only broaden their horizons, but also enrich the ideas of the picture and stimulate the imagination of watching Chinese painting. Poetry and painting "peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two branches, and duck prophets in spring water heating."
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. This is a poem entitled Riverside Scenery written by Hui Chong, a friend of Su Shi. Now, Hui Chong's paintings have not been handed down, but this poem has been handed down through the ages and has become a popular work of art.
Some female painters and poets can't help but express their artistic opinions and pursuits when they appreciate artistic beauty, and create poems with paintings. Yang Meizi, a poet in Song Dynasty, is a good writer. She wrote a volume of poems with paintings. In her poem "Painting a Jade Butterfly with a Plum and a Green Calyx", she said: "Hun is like a cold butterfly waiting for the greenhouse, holding a sandalwood heart and remembering the old fragrance is especially lovely to drive away the cold tip. This must be the makeup of Han Palace. "
She wrote most of Ma Yuan's works in the imperial government collection. The "Book History Society" commented: "Most of Ma Yuan's paintings are his subjects, which are related to feelings and thoughts, and people may laugh at them."
Cao, another poetess in the Song Dynasty, wrote Hou Shi and Dongpo Shi Hua, etc., saying, "She can write poems quite well, although her rhyme is not high, and sometimes her words are clever." Taste "Zhu Mo's Poetry": "I remember the dead of night in Xiao Xuan, and the moon moved to the east wall."
People call it "the most skillful language". Guan Daosheng, a painter and calligrapher in the Yuan Dynasty, tasted ink bamboo and presented it with colorful pictures, so he got a toast from the Imperial Palace.
The queen mother treated her with courtesy, ordered her to sit down and give food, ordered her to draw plums and wrote a poem on them, saying, "The branches are lazy after the snow, and the jade in the snow is cool." I can't stay in the old village. I will move to the moon to have a look. " The queen mother is full of envy.
Guan also wrote a poem to foreign monarchs: "My husband went to Japan to plant Hsinchu, and bamboo will become a forest husband in the future. It is better to be ugly than to have flowers falling. " Huang was a painter in Qing Dynasty, who was good at landscapes and poems. In his "Fisherman's Landscape", he wrote: "I am lazy to climb the pavilion and look at the green hills. I have been closed to the outside world for many years, and the lonely peak is endless. "
Aisingiorro, the granddaughter of Yue Le, the king of An Jun County, learned to write flowers at home. Her "Painting Peony" wrote: "ups and downs cherish the last spring, leaning on the painting column as a famous flower, rouge is light and thick, and one looks at the painting." Poetry with pictures is hard to come by, and it is especially difficult to make it, because of its meaning.
Some famous works of the past dynasties, Ink Grape, chanted with paintings, making the picture more vital. For example, the ink grape written by Xu Wei.
4. Poetic nature of the inscription on the ink bamboo map When I was resting in the yamen, I heard the rustling of bamboo leaves, as if I heard the people complaining about hunger and cold.
Although we are only small officials in the county, every little thing of the people is affecting our feelings. Original: Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, which was suspected to be the voice of the people's sufferings.
Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. Zhu Mo Portrait Poetry is a seven-character quatrain written by Zheng Xie, a poet in Qing Dynasty.
The poem first describes the voice heard in the county government overnight, then associates it with the sufferings of the people, and finally expresses the poet's ambition to take people's livelihood as his responsibility. In poetry, metaphor is used to express the poet's deep concern for the fate of ordinary people.
Writing background: This poem was written by Zheng Banqiao when he was the magistrate of wei county, Shandong Province in the 11th and 2nd years of Qianlong (1746- 1747). In the imperial examination era, people who passed the same exam were called the same year, and the same year of their parents or fathers was called Nianbo.
Including Zheng Banqiao's Nianbo, who was then Shandong's deployment envoy and acting governor. The governor of the Qing Dynasty was also called Zhong Cheng, and "big" meant respect.
Zheng Banqiao once painted a picture of wind and bamboo, and this poem was inscribed on this picture. Appreciation of the article: This is a poem. The poet started with bamboo writing and expressed his feelings by holding things, expressing his concern and concern for the people, as well as his sense of responsibility and upright attitude.
The language of the whole poem is simple, and there is no need to pile up allusions, but it has the heart of wisdom and self-encouragement, 3231335323631303231363533e 58685e5aeb931333433.
5. Appreciation of the whole poem of Zheng Xie's Map of Zhu Mo in Qing Dynasty.
Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings.
Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.
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When I was resting in the yamen, I heard the rustling of bamboo leaves, as if I heard the people crying and complaining.
Although we are only small officials in the county, every little thing of the people is affecting our feelings.
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Division: yamen.
Nianbo: A person who passed the exam in the same exam in ancient times. In the same year, his parents called him Nianbo.
Zhongcheng: The governor of Qing Dynasty was called Zhongcheng.
Official residence: the place where officials live and rest in the official residence.
Rustle: onomatopoeic word to describe the shaking sound of vegetation.
Small: very small, indicating humble official position.
Cao Wu: We.
Affection: Affection.
Creation background
This poem was written by Zheng Banqiao in the 11th and 2nd years of Qianlong (1746- 1747) when he was the magistrate of wei county. In the imperial examination era, people who passed the same exam were called the same year, and the same year of their parents or fathers was called Nianbo. The governor of the Qing Dynasty was also called Zhong Cheng, and "big" meant respect. Zheng Banqiao once painted a picture of wind and bamboo, and this poem was inscribed on this picture.
Appreciate:
This is a poem. The poet started with bamboo writing and expressed his feelings with objects, expressing his anxiety and concern for the people, as well as his sense of responsibility and frank attitude.
The first and second paragraphs clarify the identity of the poet and the surrounding environment, closely following the theme of bamboo painting. "Yazhai" means that he is an official; Not talking about "official residence" and "mansion" not only shows that a person's rank is low, but also means modesty. I took time out of my busy schedule to rest, but I heard the sound of wind and rain. It turns out that the bamboo forest planted by myself in my office is rustled by the breeze, which is very interesting and gives people a very bleak and cold feeling. In the second sentence, the poet shook his wrist and turned his pen, linking the sound of bamboo leaves with the sufferings of the people. The word "doubt" expresses the poet's love for the people and his diligence, and expresses his sincere feelings for the people. During his tenure, he really cared about the people and won their respect. In the end, he was falsely accused of dismissal because he opened a warehouse for disaster relief without authorization, which violated the direct interests of corrupt officials.
The third and fourth sentences: the poet is meticulous in everything he does, always fulfilling his duties and caring for the people. The poet admits that his official position is humble, but he is just an ordinary county official. Although he is modest, he points out the vast number of poet-like grass-roots officials in the country with My Cao, and raises them to a universal height. The last sentence is a pun, or it is explained by chanting and painting bamboo. However, as long as it is about the sufferings of the people, no matter big or small, it will be taken to heart. From the beginning of the topic of bamboo to the end of the chanting of bamboo, on the surface, it is a metaphor for the suffering of the people, which is meaningful. It is the official responsibility to relieve people's worries. These two poems broaden the connotation of poetry and take care of the painting meaning and the title of the poem.
The language of the whole poem is concise and there is no need to pile up allusions. It not only has the heart of wisdom and self-encouragement, but also contains the meaning of kindness. The elegance of bamboo and the nobleness of poets are natural. The four poems reflect the poet's sincere and persistent humanitarian feelings towards the people and are excellent works in painting poems.
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6. Poetic nature of Zhu Mo's picture poems 1. The introduction of this painting poem is as follows:
This poem was given by Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) when he was appointed as the magistrate of wei county, Shandong Province in the 11th or 2nd year of Qianlong. At that time, Shandong was affected, and there were countless hungry people. The voice of the people's sufferings made Zheng Xie hard to let go. Zheng Xie ran around day and night for the victims, exhausted during the day, full of thoughts at night, unable to sleep at night, so he wrote to ask for relief. The disaster is serious and the situation is urgent. He didn't have time to wait for the approval of his superiors, so he decided to open a warehouse to release grain and help the people. Therefore, he offended his superiors and was dismissed. A friend said he was confused, and he wrote "Difficult to be confused" to show his firm attitude.
Second, the original text of this poem is as follows:
Mozi's painting poems
(Qing) Zheng Xie
Yazhai lay listening to the novel,
Doubt is the voice of people's sufferings.
Some small officials in Caozhou County,
A branch and a leaf are always related to love.
Third, translate this poem:
On a cold night, I lay in the study of the county government to rest. I heard the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind and immediately thought of the complaints of the hungry and cold people. Every move of our small state and county officials and ordinary people affects our feelings.
7. Zhang Chunjiang tide on the moonlit night on the spring river, and the bright moon on the sea.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who sees the moon first by the river, and when does the river shine on people at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain won't roll up, but it can be returned on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan can't fly all the time, but ichthyosaurs dive. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.