2. Which ancient poem is "I have a quip * * * to cut the window"? The poem inside should be a poem written by someone on the internet. There is no poem title, and the specific source is unknown.
The original poem is as follows:
The bright moon and the frost on the spring night have a shadow of ten miles. The world of mortals has never met a bosom friend, and occasionally it will get a good sentence * * * to cut the window.
Song Cizhi's father-in-law used idle printing: I have a good sentence * * * to cut windows.
It means: write a wonderful poem by accident, and then spend the night with your bosom friend, deliberating words and phrases.
Notes on Rainy Nights for Friends in the North —— Li Shangyin in the Late Tang Dynasty
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Rhyme translation:
You asked me when I would go home, but I haven't set a date yet.
It rains heavily in Bashan tonight, and it rains in autumn pool.
You and I will get together again and cut the candle flowers in the west window.
Tonight, I will tell you about the autumn rain, my painful feelings.
Li He, a poet in Tang Dynasty, always wrote my favorite sentences. Li He devoted himself to poetry creation.
When he was a servant in Beijing, he lived in Chongyili, Chang 'an. He and Wang Shenyuan, Yang Jingzhi, Quan Kun, Cui Zhi are all good friends, and they often go together. Li He often rides a thin horse with a small slave and a cloth bag on his back when he goes out. He thought about these poems as he walked. Once he got inspiration, he wrote them down and threw them into the cloth pocket.
When he got home at night, he emptied the poems out of his cloth pocket and arranged them one by one. In this way, Li He wrote one amazing poem after another.
Every day, his mother saw his son go home with a cloth bag and write poems until late at night. She said with great distress, "My son won't stop writing poetry until he vomits blood!" . Indeed, it is precisely because of Li He's painstaking efforts in creation that a large number of poems he wrote have become masterpieces praised and respected by future generations.
Such as: "the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook." When you are a golden brain, step on the clear autumn. "
This five-character quatrain has been compiled into our primary school textbooks for many years. There are hundreds of millions of people in the world who can recite this poem now. I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to figure it out.