The poet's poems are: As a Taoist, I remember the poet Jia Langxian; Brother Lonely Crane in the blue sky came to Beijing and gave a banquet to entertain wild cranes. During the dinner, the wild crane proposed to write a poem with no wine and no poet as the first sentence. The phonetic notation is: ㄕㄖㄣ. The structure is: poem (left and right structure) and person (single structure). Pinyin is: SHR or en. Part of speech is: noun.
What is the poet's specific explanation? We will introduce you through the following aspects:
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Poets Sh and rén( 1) are famous poets.
Second, the citation interpretation
1. refers to the author of The Book of Songs. Quote Nine Debates on Chu Ci: "I admire the poet's legacy, and I would like to be a vegetarian." Song Shao Bowen's "Foreword" Volume 7: "Fan warned later generations' poems, and he said briefly:' Rats are polite and should learn from the poet's thorns. ""4. People who write poems. Quote Han's My Son: "Poets are endowed with beauty, and poets are endowed with beauty." Tang Bai Juyi's poem "Write at once": "There are many poets in Wuzhong, and there are also many wines." An aphrodisiac "Preface to the Journey to Ma Hengshan": "Tao Zhengshi wrote about the Peach Blossom Garden before, followed by poets such as Mo _, Changli, Meng De, etc., all of whom sang it in different songs as immortals." Sun Li's "Xiulu Collection" on poetry: "This includes the poet's' ambition', that is, thoughts or opinions. "
Third, the national language dictionary.
The author of the Book of Songs. Such as "sculpture poet" and "screen poet".
Fourthly, online interpretation.
Poet (Chinese word) Poet, generally speaking, usually refers to the person who writes poems, but from the literary concept, it should be a poet and writer who has made certain achievements in poetry (poetry) creation. Poets express their passion through poetry creation and chanting, eulogize the great rivers and mountains of the motherland through poetry, and praise the truth, goodness and beauty of the world through poetry. Poets recorded in the history of literature should belong to the categories of writers, thinkers, philosophers and artists. There have been many outstanding poets in China in the past dynasties. For example, Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi. There are many kinds of poets, such as patriotic poets Lu You and Qiu, frontier poets Gao Shi, pastoral poets Tao Yuanming, Li E and Meng Haoran, untitled poet Li Shangyin and spiritual poets You Rusi, Yuan Mei and Zhao Yi. In addition, there are many nicknames for poets in ancient and modern times, such as Poet Fairy, Poet Saint, Shi Fo and Poet Ancestor.
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Poems about poets
Coral carefully stabilized candles, ink pens and stones, but could not coexist with wind and rain. Every time you write a word, it immediately floats away. Every time you start a round of thinking, you will smell rags. I come back to life again and again, just to see if I practice my mouth in front of the same mirror, which is similar to a free fall at high altitude. The vibration of the armpit wind falls at a depth of zero and returns to its own spiral of light. Once again or forever, I will climb over my body, and the spark of poetry will be as numb as static electricity. You asked me where I was. Between the last book and the next book, in chapter 6, we can't see anything behind the ink. Now my father is leaving. His figure is getting thinner and thinner. Drugs are flowing rapidly along translucent blood vessels. I cut him a pear in a good temper. Xiao Li's heart is crying in my palm. Other dead people emerged from the fog. My mother is younger than me and refuses to admit that my father has reached middle age. My father has booked a portrait in advance. He often discusses the tepid tea with his eyes, and the pot leaks handwriting. There is a slight sputum shadow when it is cold. Looking forward to the coincidence with the body, the soul peeped from the inside out and the rust invaded my father. I can't help feeling sad. Although the word sadness has died within the scope of responsibility, the warmth associated with it is ashamed for modern people, and many words were publicly invalidated before being heated. Dictionaries wither like leaves on Bodhi Avenue in late autumn, and there is no regret that the sky is vast and lonely because of their collective exit, so it is painful to learn from them. Only the most delicate light green is scratched by the eventful mountain top, experiencing the body and vocabulary every day. How can a dead soul avoid these rolling stones? As a daughter, I will be dismembered and sealed behind my father's heavy door. The poet's independent existence must endure the constant betrayal of his limbs. Death is a more secluded place than life. What I can't forget is that the tears in your eyes reflect the moonlight in the clouds. It rained last night, and the rain hit the barren grave in the distant mountain. The small acacia forest covers your grave with blue shadows. It's sunny this morning. She climbed the barren grave in the distant mountains, and the wind in the gentle valley wiped out the white-headed grass in front of your grave. Who will go to the grave to identify the broken tombstone at dusk? I have forgotten where I was buried. I only remember that when I cried, I was facing the sunset. Pick a meadow with the most grass at random and put down a bunch of hyacinthus orientalis. I shouldn't cry, knowing that it's not necessarily you buried in the ground. Why cry for secular people for hundreds of years? This long dream has not yet woken up. I hope that reality will become an ancient fairy tale. I just slept for a hundred years. I also accompany you to let wild roses bloom on us, let red-breasted birds nest in our hair, and let fallen leaves rest in our clothes. In a blink of an eye, a century has passed, but this is just a dream. The shadow of the distant mountain engulfed you and my melancholy heart. I walked back through the pine forest. What flowers are blooming on the road with blurred deer shadows? Why do you always travel with tearful moonlight every night? Tomorrow, I will be far away from Qian Shan, gentle and solemn, thunderous and blind. Goodbye, I love being alone. Across this strange valley, across the deep depressed space, my past is crying and repenting. Stop writing these strange poems. You don't want to be a poet in your life, but my love is so beautiful. How can my heart not be full of poetry? My poem is like a broken pearl, but every bead is still as soft as ever. I can't stop thinking about my pen, like an unstoppable spring rain. Although it will make the streets full of mud, it will also wash away jasmine's little flower heart. I believe dear, this is my story, just as it makes me believe that flowers bloom and fall is the history of the whole spring. If you can forget it, then I should also keep all my tears in my heart, or decorate them with the boundless sky at night in Xia Na. When the wind blows, I just tighten my clothes to protect my singing heart, so that Qiu Lai can't eavesdrop. I can't say hope in this life. I am a transplanted conifer. Dear, you are in the far north. Why can I lock my heart, but not my love and sadness? In the long life, why does the joy at first sight always fade away? The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time. Loulan bride, my lover once buried me with tears, wrapped my smooth body with pearl frankincense, and inserted bird feathers into my satin hair with trembling hands. He gently closed my eyes and knew that he was the last image in my eyes. He sprinkled flowers on my chest and shed his love and sadness. My lover left me with eternal darkness and eternal sweetness and sadness, but I can never forgive you for waking me up so recklessly, exposing me to the desolation of no longer knowing each other and breaking my once gentle heart. Only the sunset is still the sunset of that day, but who can bury me again and give me a thousand-year dream? I should still be the bride of Loulan-the poet began to see poetry.
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Idioms about poets
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About the poet
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On the Poet's Sentence-making
If I were a poet, I would praise the great motherland with poetry.
Everyone praised the sincere friendship between the two poets with "Heaven is still our neighbor".
Qu Yuan was a great poet in ancient China.
4. Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, never forgot to recover lost ground before his death.
5. Li Bai and Du Fu are two outstanding poets in the history of Tang poetry.
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