Yan Xi
Everything comes and goes.
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Always on the road, from one shore to the other.
You always stay on this river,
Days float by like boat songs and the wind.
It doesn't matter whether it's September or October, the fruits of those seasons.
Will remember the harvest, those strangers
Those waterfowl are returning or about to travel.
Those peaceful memories are gone
Virtual life on the shore.
You travel from one coast to another, and after years of busyness,
You are content with what you bring to others, just like a believer.
Abide by yourself. Your eyes,
Before your body reaches the surface,
Lonely, quiet and full.
Put all the eggs in one basket.
You are a flying fish.
You fantasize about deeper and colder riverbeds,
Those sounds coming from underwater, those surging sounds
And warm. Where the shadows of death and darkness converge,
Stay in your eternal grave.
The water is calm and your eyes are peaceful.
"Silence may contain all sounds."
Thousands of voices converge into one call,
Destroy your body like a storm calling for courage.
This is a flight of equal intensity,
Higher and farther sky, or deeper and quieter water.
Your happiness is great,
Quiet as always.
Look, fallen leaves chase the wind, and water chases fish.
Your dawn or dusk, among the flowers.
Gather and open, even your whole life.
Those processes, when you look back and look at you,
And you have to keep moving forward and pass by.
Meaning and scenery, time passed by reed leaves.
Are you sure the storm is hidden in silence, through
The blades of grass reach out to you. They are so thin.
Something sharp stung the sun,
The irresistible comes from your heart.
The devil makes a difference, taking you from dry.
Go to the water. ...
This water-
This religion that nourishes everything makes you understand.
The meaning of piety.
You always arrive and pass by.
One day, you will remember the swaying posture when you were young.
Remember the muscles of words and enrich your bones bit by bit.
You will keep some habits for many years, just like a river.
Maintain liquidity.
A bunch of reeds got sick in the sunset and felt the power of the wind.
At that time, you will wait quietly for the wind to blow,
Wait for the wind to take the last drop of water away from you.
Something disappeared in a rare sense,
It will appear in a roundabout way.
Maybe people will end up in a subversive way.
Ask the same question—
Who are you? Where are you from?
They let the ferryman swim back into the water,
You can hear that at another time,
A thin layer of sunlight warms the water,
The bell is ringing.
2. What's in the poem about "Ferry"? A fishing boat with two children stopped on board. -Yang Wanli's "Zhou Du An Ren"
Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily. -Five Poems of Dongting Lake by Li Bai (Part Two)
A lonely boatman on the Qingfeng River is heartbroken even if he doesn't listen to apes. -He Jingming's "Zhi Zhu Ci"
The head of the pole is flat, and the wind is long and the boat is light. -Anonymous "Huanxisha, the five poles are flat"
Hongbo is in the middle of the stream, and Shu Shu Ou Ting is driving a Land Rover Range Rover. -Luo, "boating on the Yellow River"
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Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Five Poems of Dongting Lake (Ⅱ)
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In the autumn night, the south lake is clear of water and smoke. How can you ride the sky?
Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily.
Four ancient folk songs with seven-character poems on love or local themes
Ming Dynasty: He Jingming
In autumn, there is a shortage of grass at the top of the 12th peak, and cold smoke passes through Qutang in Leng Yue.
A lonely boatman on the Qingfeng River is heartbroken even if he doesn't listen to apes.
The head of Wulianggan in Huanxisha is flat.
Five Dynasties: Anonymous
The head of the pole is flat, and the wind is long and the boat is light. Soft sculling is an uninterrupted boating trip.
There are many flashes in my eyes, just like coming to see a mountain. Look at the mountain carefully. This is a boat trip.
Yellow river rafting
Qing dynasty: Luo
Hongbo is in the middle of the stream, and Shu Shu Ou Ting is driving a Land Rover Range Rover.
Counting fishing boats, singing songs and dreaming poems in Baipingzhou.
3. The whole poem "The Ferry Man" I came across the river from far away, and there was smoke on the other side of the river, and the other side was bustling for three thousand nights. It is said that the world of mortals is among them, and the person I am looking for must be there. I came across the river from far away, and the world of mortals was drunk, but it was also a foggy city without night. Someone walked alone and waited for me, only to see that the lights were dim and no one came. I came from a long boat, and I got drunk when I went back. Never be ungrateful to twist the moon to cover the star of the Alliance. I came across the river from a distance. The ferryman asked me if I wanted to go back to China. Go ahead. The bustling 3 thousand always has a place to go. The ferryman left with a smile. There are always people waiting for the shore to dry up every night. I crossed the river to the other side. Someone is looking for me. The bustling 3 thousand on the other side can wait for me. I can't go home. The ferryman has grown up and gone. A long boat goes against the current and can't go home.
4. Poems about the ferry are required to float in the sky like falling leaves, and flow slowly from the eyes.
I really want to take a trip to that long and narrow old street.
I want to take the ferry, cross it again and cross me to the other side.
On the other side, the bustling three thousand, in the world of mortals.
Yes, the ferryman
We meet again in our respective lives.
When we miss it, the smile at that time may not be missed.
Autumn is red and tender, and sorrow suddenly becomes as slender as spider silk.
There is peace in the season, and life is a common mistake.
Life is pious and gentle, like the sunset on the mountain.
Every year, the corner of the eye is engraved with marks, hiding the years.
In retrospect, I finally understood the heart wall that had been built.
Just to protect the softest love in my heart
I'm afraid it's too late to brush away the sadness from my brow.
I am afraid that one day time will stand still in front of my distant eyes.
I'm afraid my heart can't describe the lotus fragrance in the sun.
Soft footprints are knocking on the cold road of old footprints.
There is a mood that is not a memory, it is like a window.
Say it in a misty and humid mood.
This is a period of vicissitudes.
This is a song of missing.
After a long time, the transition is sad.
Still parked in front of the ferry in the twilight.
Waiting for autumn, autumn, autumn
Years, reflections, and some microwaves
In flowers and water, rippling
The theme of lotus
There is no connection, just, caught by the season, lotus face.
Don't say what you promised.
At every moment when you are caught off guard.
Lonely dance steps, dancing in the deep heart.
Like the worry of lotus, it will grow old at first.
There will always be some dew in your palm.
Scattered by time in one morning.
There are always some clear and transparent worries in the rainy season.
Gone with the wind, my past life
Is it red-violet or green leaves on the ferry?
Time gradually spread from the palm of your hand.
But even a little ripple
No, but you can let people see those feelings.
Like floating leaves and falling flowers, it flows slowly before my eyes.
5. Ask for some modern poems about "ferry". Ferry Nvshan to the shore of the mountain by the water. The villagers who took the boat smiled and welcomed tourists to enrich the lush farming on both sides of the strait. The village girl swimming at the bottom of the boat shook her graceful posture like dancing in Dunhuang, breaking the lingering in the mountains, breaking the secrets in the water and the sweet voice of moistening things quietly, which made the boat people intoxicated. Let's sing March Peach Blossoms. At the bottom of the boat, the moon sets, and the five-ladder ferry stops. The village girl jumped into the river and bathed in starlight. The river is particularly gentle, the mountains are quiet and implicit, and the villages are picturesque, quietly melting into dreams. Last week's ferry boat, loaded with so many shoes and boats, loaded with so many opposite triangular dreams.
Swing-deep flow-vaguely people in the boat, the boat is on the water, the water is endless, and the endless is my joys and sorrows. Is water carrying a boat, walking with me? Am I walking full of boats and water? The color is provocative. Einstein's smile is mysterious and desolate.
6. The poem describing the ferry is 1. Riding the wind and waves sometimes, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea-Li Bai's Difficult Travel.
2. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. -Li Bai's "The First Delivery of Baidicheng"
4. Li Bai wanted to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
5, smoke and water are good, and relatives are miserable. The situation is that the beads are carrying passengers, that is, berthing the sail embankment. The sand goose goes with the boat, and the frog crows around the shore. At this time, there is still a smell, and you must lie in the west. -Du Mu's "Early Detention and Posting"
6. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
7. The water is cold, and the wind blows from the north south of the forest. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. I walked forward. I cried until my tears ran out and I returned to the sky. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. -Meng Haoran's Early Cold Pregnancy
8. I don't know that the meaning of drunkenness is not in the water, and the boat is full of dreams. -Tang Wenru's Cao Qinghu in Longyang County
9. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
10, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bell to the passenger ship. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.
1 1, Cangxi County, Fujian Province, is cold and rainy. I was worried about slipping on horseback and pretended to row back. Green cherishes mountains and peaks, and yellow knows oranges and pomelo. The river is comfortable, sit still and relax. -Du Fu's "Release the Ship"
12, Lonely Boat Moon in Fenglin, Zhengke Center. The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep. -Wang Changling, "Listen to the Flowing Tone"
13, an old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
7. Ask for some modern poems about the ferry. I drifted off the ferry.
Years of expectation and waiting
Have lost their passion.
The heroic oath has faded.
How did I feel in those days?
Chose here.
I'm gone, but I can't take it with me.
The gentleness of shore grass and mountains and rivers
I have to go now./I'm leaving now.
This old river, which has been dependent for many years, can no longer support me.
Just like I can't carry a swimmer on my back anymore.
I don't know how long I walked along the river.
I met Haihai and took me in silently.
I also accepted the sea-
Her face, her mood
Life at sea is very comfortable.
I know a lot of fish on weekdays.
Never seen or seen and forgotten.
At night, it is windy.
I learned to count the stars.