Yongshui
Luo
The column names are connected with geography, and sparse schools are combined with Tianjin. Wave follows the moon, and the state pursues peach blossoms.
Sunlight is like a hidden stone, and willow is like a heavy scale. Finally, you should be kind and make friends with others.
Yongshui
Zhang
Nominal wealth is good, and the genre is primate. The map is ridiculous, astronomy five.
The square culvert is smooth and smooth, and the circle bends and moves the beads. A unique Mongolian garden official, who eats, lives and plays with Hao Liang.
Listen to the voice of Jialing River and give it to the master.
wei yingwu
Cutting the cliff and running, that is, the ancient gods are in the trace. At night, the mountain shop is noisy and it is uncomfortable to stay alone.
The water is still from the clouds, but the stone is silent. How to excite each other, thunder turns into an empty mountain.
The door is old, so I feel sorry for it.
spring
Du Fu
Peach blossom waves in March, the river flows back to the old marks. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves Chai Men.
Pick up the delicious bait and pour it into the small garden with a pipe. With countless birds, it's noisy to take a shower.
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
-Who is the so-called Iraqi in The Book of Songs Qin Feng Jia Jane? Some people say they are visiting friends, others say they are looking for sages. From the perspective of modern people, perhaps the lover is the most suitable.
In the morning, the reeds are green and lush, and the white dew condenses into frost. The poet goes to the water to find the right person. He searched along the winding waterfront, and the road was difficult and far away; He searched along the DC waterway, but the man seemed to be surrounded by water, which was beyond his ability.
The boundless artistic conception of the Millennium and the hopeless pain separated by a water still disappoint readers after thousands of years. This is not freedom in the world. In Nineteen Ancient Poems at the end of the Han Dynasty, there was a poem about the Cowherd and the Weaver Maid blocking the Tianhe River: the Cowherd is in the distance, and the girl in the Jiao Jiao River is China.
Skillful hands, make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one? Between water and water, there are no words. Jiaxu is about the hero's pursuit of women. This poem describes the weaving life of the weaver girl from the perspective of women, and writes that she has no intention to knit because of lovesickness, and tears are pouring down her eyes.
The most touching thing is that the poem does not describe the vastness of the river, but emphasizes that it is "clear and shallow". They are not far apart, but they can only look at each other through lights and flashing water. This is a heartbreaking pain and a regret at the end of time.
The barrier meaning of water image appears repeatedly in later generations' poems: "Farewell sorrow here and sail across the river" (Li Bai's "Farewell my brother with Wang Changling to Guiyang"), "The source of Zhejiang water is quite hateful, and Qian Shan is divided into two townships" (Fang Gan's "Uncle Sun"), "I miss it, and the twilight is heavy" (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling" is on the water side until today.