"One year old, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges another, one gathers for a parting, one is happy and one is sad. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, blow once, and sing once. "
Generally speaking, the author who started this topic is old, and the meaning is clear: people come to this world once, one day, one month, one year, and then for life. I'm alive now, but it's getting less and less every day. It's a short dream. Can you say that you don't hurry up and leave some memorable marks?
Before and after this, the word had more themes in ancient literary works, such as an ancient ballad written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jianyou:
One east and one west are full of water, and the roads leading to the horizon are scattered together.
The guests knocked down all the trees in the pool as soon as you left.
This work is very graphic, so it may be a painting poem.
This speculation is not a wild guess. When Li Yu, queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, was in power, she wrote an inscription for court painter Wei Xian's "Fishing by the Spring River":
The waves are full of snow and the peaches and plums are silent.
A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world?
A spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook.
Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
Wang Shizhen, a poet in A Qing, wrote a poem entitled "A picture of Qiu Jiang fishing alone", which is also a poem with a picture:
A boat, a pole and an inch hook;
Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch a river alone.
Later, Ji Xiaolan and Chen Ling both wrote similar poems, even saying that they copied too much from Wang Shizhen. Among them, Ji Xiaolan is:
A pole, an oar, a fishing boat, a ferryman and a hook,
A clap, a shout and a smile, one person monopolizes a river of spring water.
Chen Ling:
A sail, an oar, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a hook,
A bow and a smile, a bright moon and an autumn.
The following two are not well-known and equally difficult to copy.
Song Jichen, the way is too ancient:
One stick, one hat, one foot and one inch hook;
One mountain, one water and one bright moon, one person catches a sea and one autumn alone.
A talented woman in Qing dynasty:
A flower, a willow, a fish, a bird flying in the sunset,
One mountain, one water, one temple, one forest, one yellow leaf and one monk return.
The above are famous, numbered, and even more nameless. Here are some examples:
A weeping willow, a boat, a forest with yellow leaves and an autumn forest.
A lake with clear water like a mirror, a bright moon and homesickness.
A family of one is full of food, and there will be famine and famine year after year.
A bowl of hot soup is cold, a pair of tears and a pair of sores.
One side of water and soil, one side of people, cool in winter and spring in one season,
It's getting better every year, one is salt water and the other is gold.
An autumn wind is a bit sad, and a snowflake is a bit sad.
A plate of jiaozi, a bowl of soup, warms people's hearts once. One mountain, one water and one hook, one day is idle and one day is sad.
A sail and an oar cross the passengers, and the bright moon returns to the ship. The mountain brings the temple, and the clock brings the cover.
Monks chanting, wooden fish knocking at the door.
One mountain, one water and one bay are green, one tree, one branch and one flower.
One person does not fall, one village, one hospital and one firewood fly,
A charming mother's faucet. A meaningful cup of green tea,
A voice turned around and asked me if I regretted it. A season of autumn rain, full of red mountains, a yellow flower floating Peng,
A lifetime of love is cold all night, and a dream is empty!
A piece of paper, a lamp, a cold rain and a gust of wind.
A wisp of acacia tears, a piece of Wang Yang a solitary rainbow.
A lyre, a pavilion, a mountain of ice and snow and a night wind.
A roll of old books, a residual ink, a pot of muddy wine, a solitary lamp.
A bend in Leng Yue, a clear shadow, a cold plum and a brocade Zheng.
Returning to the sail at one o'clock is a lonely guest, and a lonely goose is floating.
A Wang Yang, a lonely rainbow, a stormy mountain, a little affection,
A window with dreams and shadows, a room with lonely tears.
A fan with a handle, a firefly, a new book and a cup of fragrant tea.
One night, the flute leaks, and one side is duckweed.
An autumn wind, a Huangshan Mountain, a fallen flower and a night of frost.
An inkstone, a pen, a cavity of blood and a cold lamp.
A sunset, a glass of Yun Fan, a glass of iced wine and a piece of writing paper.
A crow crowed a broken dream, and I spent the Spring Festival in sadness.
One mountain, one water, one cloud, one boat.
A line of geese return to Liuan, and one person sings a mountain and autumn alone.
The moon leans on the small building, and the dream curtain is full of tears.
One screen, one key, one glass of wine, one word, one word.
One mountain, one temple, one old monk, one inkstone, one tea and one solitary lamp.
Dedicated to Buddhism and seeking new enlightenment, I am alone in a volume of scriptures.
A boat, a pole and a hook,
A clap of water is like a song, and a bird catches the autumn river alone.
A smile and a sadness, a lifelong obsession and a lifetime of intoxication.
A sigh, a reincarnation, even this bright flame of love, will there be only ashes? .
A person, an umbrella, swimming in the rain, a flower and a grass.
The wind is thin and the rain is soft.
What can you ask for after a lifetime of death?
When you look down on the past, you will sing and sing about the past.
A hundred years of honor and shame, a rise and a fall.
The moon is full and round, and one gain and one loss are wasted.
There is also a contemporary anonymous poem "Four Beauties in One Word" (inferred from the habit of using words to make sentences):
Xishi
A smile and a heart, a country was abandoned in an instant.
A boat and a paddle are lifelong companions, and a lake of smoke will come back one day.
Wang zhaojun
A car, a horse and dust all the way, an autumn sound and a wisp of soul.
Singing and complaining, January shines on a mound.
Diao Chan
One meter, one offering, one chain, one ups and downs and one sigh.
A pen, a piece of paper, an inkstone, a romance novel and a book.
Yang Yuhuan
A happy one, a sad one, a kiss, a string of lychees and a string of tears.
In a poem and a dream, once you wake up, you are drunk.
Ha ha, this is really:
Throughout the ages, if you can write a poem, I will copy it.
I put pen to paper at a glance and changed two or three words to make my poem.