A famous poet and painter in the Tang Dynasty, the word "Mo Mo" was named "Mo Mo Ju Shi". Autumn Night in the Mountain Author: Wang Wei, the mountain stands empty after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the night arrival makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn. Let it go to the fortress Author: Wang Wei bicycle wants to ask the side, belonging to the country for too long.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan. I want to go to the border crossing by bike, but all the countries I pass by have passed by.
Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky. Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round.
When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran. Bird-watching Creek Author: Wang Weiren idle osmanthus falls, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Except for the sweet-scented osmanthus that falls silently, few people move. The valley in the silent spring is silent and empty at night.
The bright moon rose and shone brightly, which alarmed the birds living in the mountains. From time to time, they flew high and sang in the spring stream. I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains. Author: Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives twice every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. As a guest from other places, I miss my relatives, especially when the festival is coming.
It's a pity that at least I was alone when my brothers climbed the mountain today. Production steps: first, divide the layout for typesetting, then filter the above words and put them into handwritten newspapers, and finally add pictures and borders for beautification.
2. What are the materials of handwritten newspapers in Wang Wei's ancient poems?
Wang Wei (70 1 -76 1, 699-76 1) was born in Zhou Pu, Hedong (now Yuncheng, Shanxi), and his ancestral home was Qixian, Shanxi. A famous poet and painter in the Tang Dynasty, the word "Mo Mo" was named "Mo Mo Ju Shi".
An autumn night in the mountains
Author: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Vernacular translation
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
Go to the frontier to carry out tasks
Author: Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Vernacular translation
I want to go to the border crossing by bike, and the country I pass by has passed my residence.
Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky.
Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round.
When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran.
Niaomingjian
Author: Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Vernacular translation
People's activities are very few, only osmanthus flowers fall silently, and the valley in silent spring is silent and empty at night.
The bright moon rose and shone brightly, which alarmed the birds living in the mountains. From time to time, they flew high and sang in the spring stream.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Author: Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Vernacular translation
As a foreign guest leaving home alone, I miss my loved ones, especially when the festival is coming.
It's a pity that at least I was alone when my brothers climbed the mountain today.
Production steps:
First, divide the layout for typesetting, then filter the above words into handwritten newspapers, and finally add pictures and borders for beautification.
3. About Wang Wei's Complete Poems 1, an autumn night in the mountains.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
I thought of my brothers in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
3. Go home to Songshan.
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
4. Over the Temple of Ji Xiang
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
5. "Send Yuan Ershi Anxi"
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
6. "birdsong flow"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
7. Zhulou
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
8. Gum Arabic
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
4. About Wang Wei's famous sentence to Yuan Ershi Anxi
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Niaomingjian
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
House of Bamboo
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Letter to Li, Special Commissioner of Zizhou
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
clear stream
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
Overlooking the Han River
The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.
go hunting
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; The snow and ice melt, and the horseshoe is extraordinarily light.
Go to the frontier to carry out tasks
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Miss each other
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Mountain autumn borer
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
Through the temple of Ji Xiang.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
5. What are the ancient poems about "Wang Wei"?
Wang Wei
Weicheng is drizzling,
The guest rooms are green and willow.
I advise you to drink more wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
Climb to the top
Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
An autumn night in the mountains.
Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Chai Lu
Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
gum arabic
Wang Wei
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Zhuliguan
Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
6. On Wang Wei's Poems on Mountain Living, Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Holidays.
Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Wang Wei is a precocious poet. This article had a name before it weakened. He began to write poetry at the age of fifteen, and before the age of twenty, he wrote excellent works such as Song of Luoyang Girls and Journey to Taoyuan. This song "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" was written when he was seventeen years old, and it immediately became a masterpiece and was widely read by people. There are five brothers, Wang Wei is the eldest, and there are two sisters. When writing this poem, he left his hometown for the first time, and the poem expressed his deep affection for his loved ones.
Poetry begins with a direct expression of homesickness. "Alone in a foreign land" implies a lonely environment, which is especially sensitive for teenagers who leave home for the first time. "Stranger" emphasizes the feeling of stranger. The combination of "uniqueness" and "two differences" in a poem greatly deepens the degree of subjective feelings. The second sentence, "I miss my relatives more often during the festive season", is a reasonable development of my previous emotions, which shows that I usually have the pain of missing my loved ones, and this kind of missing will get deeper and stronger during the festive season. The clever use of the word "time" is the key to connect the upper and lower emotions. These two sentences constitute a level of the whole poem, expressing homesickness from the subjective feelings of the lyric hero.
7. The ancient poetry written in the handwritten newspaper is a farewell sadness, a farewell song, a yearning for the Spring and Autumn Period, and a folk custom of "sending Yuan Ershi Anxi". Zhang Jichun visited Luoyang to watch the autumn wind, Wang Wei. The drizzle and breeze make birds drunk, and the thin willows make tourists drunk. The morning rain on the Acropolis is light, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems are fragrant with flowers and herbs. The smoke is fine and there is bamboo fragrance.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, there is no reason to go out to the west. I'm afraid there will be endless fear. There are few tourists in the green smoke waves, and the green branches and red ornaments are not obvious. Pedestrians are coming and leaving. "Qingming" refers to a heart that sighs for young people.
Overlooking the river bank opposite the poplar trees. (Tang) It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival in Du Mu, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.
In early spring, "Parting with Xinjian at Furong Inn" Mo Mei Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. The snow drama has not been finished, and neither has Snow Remnant Yongmei. Spring breeze in Wang Mian, Wang Changling brought Yan Sheng early.
Spring cold can't stop Yan from returning. It's freezing and rainy, it's night in Wu, and Chushan is lonely. On the edge of my tree in Xiyan Lake, "Cold Food on the Way" Liu Ying smiles like a flower, Liu Wuwu smiles, relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, and there is a piece of ice in the jade pot. Flowers bloom with faint ink marks.
(Tang) Song He got drunk while smoking. And left a sound on the roof. Don't boast about the good color. I met cold food immediately, and it was late spring on the way.
Just keep it fresh and full of Kun. Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
In summer, the Arctic cherishes the knowledge of the Lord, and South Australia is a courtier. Gift for Wang Lun: The heartbroken part of my hometown, wicker is new day and night.
Sleeping in early summer (Yang Wanli) Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. "Cold Food" is full of sour plums and banana green screens. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. 10. Li Jue Peony Map (Tang Dynasty) Han Yi was buried, thinking mercilessly, watching children catch willow flowers.
On the way to send Meng Haoran away from Yangzhou by the Yellow Crane Tower, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows. Li Bai was speechless and barren after flowers. At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the Five Emperors Hall.
An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and [1] fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. [2] In the middle of Sanqu Road (formerly), the sail is far away from the sky, [3] only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. [4] How do you know there is no thunder outside? "The door is a thing" (Tang) Zhang Jimei Huang Tianqing, the stream is full of mountains. Including the chaos of the territory, the tiller loves the boat, the spring grass is green and the fields are vast; The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came.
Liu Yuxi tried to go to Wumen to see the county, and there were some new cigarettes in Qingming. There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. An intolerable mouse is called a strong thief.
In the old society, Wang thanked Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people. In the early summer of Tomb-Sweeping Day, Wang Yuqiao visited Dai Min (Song Dynasty) without flowers and wine, and his interest was as bleak as that of a wild monk. Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.
"Walking on the sand" soared in a rage, and the cold star fell. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp by a layer. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Ouyang Xiu's waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, the bridges are thin with willows, and the grass is warm and swaying. "Qingming is a Thing in Su Causeway" In summer (high-profile), the sadness in the mountain pavilion is getting farther and farther, as far as spring water. (Song) Wu Weixin's heart was soft with tears, and the building was leaning against the dangerous fence. Driving straight into Wan Li, the pear blossoms gradually became clear, and the wanderer went out of the city in search of spring.
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond. At the end of the plain, there are spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside the mountains. At dusk, all the willows are songbirds.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. The bullet won the gold medal.
Cold Food Tomb (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli's Autumn Eight painted Dong Qichang, Ming Lan. What is the secret fragrance? Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The green leaves of Mujiang are planted beside rocks, and they don't love the beautiful land on earth. The spring breeze stayed in the grass and the new building disappeared.
Bai Juyi's solitary roots are different from others. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
The wine column is spread out under the window of the mountain, and Hanshan alone likes it. A touch of the setting sun spread in the water, and the paper was fragrant.
Working in the Suburb has soared past the best place, Cheng Hao is half river and half river. Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains; Tang, cold ling smells like nine thousand miles in the pavilion.
Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Cherish the third night of September, don't don't drink, lest the wind turn red; Leaning alone in the dense bamboo forest, the weather is clear and cloudless, so you might as well travel far and forget to return. Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow.
I played the lute and hummed. It's too light, no one can hear it. The summer light shines on Wan Ren, but "send Chen Xiucai back to the grave of Shasheng", except my comrade, Mingyue Mountain.
The Mutu Festival in Takasaki has been celebrated for thousands of years. All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and pear flowers have been eaten cold by wind and rain. How many descendants came to visit the grave? People see families with some white clouds floating around. They are born to like to fight the snow in three winters, stop in the maple forest and sit late. The frosted leaves are red in the flowers in February.
Seeing the snow peaks in central and southern China, Tang Zuyong's newspaper Spring was welcomed by everyone. "Qingjiang River Leads Qingming Tour" Chang Anqiu sees how Zhongnanshan takes off, 9. Shu Ying (Ming) Wang Pan Du Mu's Above the White Clouds.
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building? Green fields and sunny roads. Outside the frost tree, open the warm sky at the snow line, where can we find the wonderful flowers in the world? Willow horse hissed, people laughed on the swing, and there was no spark in the mirror.
And the towns in the valley are getting colder and colder. Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.
Autumn scenery in Nanshan, a cut of cold plum makes the world go round. The momentum is high.
Xianke wants to return to the secular world. Mutu's Autumn Night Chrysanthemum Tang Yuanzhen remembers the cold painting of Qiu Guang, a red candle of Shandong Brother [Wang Wei], and the farmer sighs and remembers Sang Ma. A small fan flies around an autumn firefly, like a Taoist priest. He is a stranger in a foreign land. The night in the daytime order is as cool as water, and it tends to be around the fence more and more.
Lying and watching morning glory Vega doesn't prefer chrysanthemums in flowers, but always misses her loved ones on holidays. This flower is even more flowerless
Liu Fang is a snowstorm for thousands of years. In winter, he knows where his brothers climb. He is serving the country alone. The quatrains-Du Fu put dogwood all over the floor, and no one was there.
Two orioles sing green willows and paint Zheng Banqiao, Lan Qing. Who says there is no spring scenery in three winters, and a line of white dew is on the sky? The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, bluegrass has gone, and the iceberg is high in Wan Li.
Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship. The mountains are meaningful.
Yuan Ri (Wang Anshi) is still loyal to himself, while Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan is against others. Except for firecrackers in a year, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.
The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. A boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, an old man fishing in Leng Jiang in Xiaomei pine forest.
Thousands of households are in the morning, and all the fragrant people shake off their beauty and occupy a small garden. Plum blossom-Wang Anshi's thin shadow is shallow and fragrant at dusk.
Always trade new peaches for old ones. There are a few plums in the corner, and the frost bird wants to see them first, and the pink butterfly is like a soul.
Ling cold drives alone. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, so you don't have to be far away to know that it's not the faint fragrance of snow to see the scenery.
8. Pictures of handwritten newspapers about ancient poems The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and an isolated city is called Wan Ren. (Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci)
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa")
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress")
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. (Zhang, "Tongguan Nostalgia")
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. (Li Bai's "Hard to Walk")
Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea and never returned to Li Bai's "drinking"?
"The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written in his arms." Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
The mountains cover the day, the sea exhausts the golden river, and the ring of the king stays in the heron lodge.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice choked the ferry. I want to climb the snowy Taihang Mountain, and Li Bai's road is very difficult.
Wan Li sand in the Yellow River, waves scouring the wind from Tianya Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty "Waves scouring the sand"