The poem about Qilixiang is 1. What are the poems describing Qilixiang?
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Year: Song Author: Mao Gu
There are 3,000 women in Jolie Palace. Drops of powder can't stop spring dust. The moonlight is cold to welcome guests, and Qilixiang is full of wind. Who will send one to Chang 'an? How much can you consider? The meaning of drunkenness is full of jade and exquisite, until the smoke is exhausted.
author
Mao Kun, a native of Jiangshan, Quzhou, was born in the sixth year of Jiayou (106 1) and died in the last year of Xuanhe. Handed down from ancient times, there are ten volumes of Dongtangji and one volume of Dongtangci (1056-? About 1 124), the word Zemin was born in Shimen, Jiangshan, Quzhou (now Zhejiang). Born in a family of "scholars all over the world". Father Wei Zhan, Fan and Fu are all scholars. Gu was deeply influenced by poetry since childhood. In the second year of Yuanfeng in the Northern Song Dynasty (1079), she married Ying Zhao in Xi 'an (now Quzhou). Song Yuanfeng, Zhao Bian's granddaughter, went to Yunzhou with her father for three years (1080).
2. Good poems and sentences in Xi Murong's "Qilixiang" poetry collection
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I know that I have been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
The Buddha turned me into a tree.
Grow again on the road you must take.
The sunshine is full of cautious flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
3. Help me find Qi Lixiang from Xi Murong, the poem.
Qi Li Xiangxi Murong
Juan Qiyi Li Xiang
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's it. That's a woman.
Common jasmine orange
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
mature
The dream of childhood faded.
No longer just want to be one of them.
A winged elf
moonlit night
Lean against the window
Are gradually slender hands.
Stick your hot cheek against the stone fence.
In the shadow of ancient ivy.
There are fireflies swimming.
No longer keep a diary like a running account.
Replaced with dense
Blurred handwriting
In dark blue and light blue tears
With an unknown statement.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
Ancient acacia songs
Just because I think when I look back at you, I miss you both.
—— Gu Yuefu
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's the woman.
It has been waiting for thousands of years.
That gentle and humble soul
It was the time when Yinger bloomed, and she lingered and cried.
The same person.
Then even if I cry, don't laugh at my weakness.
How many dynasties have women sung the same song?
There is one under a tree full of magnolia flowers.
How many times did you part?
On this warm spring night
How many beautiful voices have sung ancient love songs?
ferry
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
Clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Time stopped from now on.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
Prayer words
I know the world is not absolutely beautiful.
I also know that it has separation and aging.
However, I only have one chance.
Lord, please listen to my prayer.
Please give me a long summer.
Give me a perfect memory.
Give me a gentle heart.
Give me a white relationship.
I can only come to this world once, so
Please give me another beautiful name.
So that he can whisper to me at night.
In the era of Mercedes-Benz.
Always remember what we once loved.
foreign country
So night came.
Knocking on my November window
Wake up from the fragrance of the south
Wake up from a dream of going home
The lights in Brussels are brilliant.
I was the only one in the crowd.
The audience voted that I was lonely.
It's not my tears when it rains.
Xiao Xiaoluo outside the window
4. Is there a beautiful sentence about Qilixiang, and the lyrics are acceptable.
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
A flowering tree.
-Xi Murong Qilixiang
5. The main idea of Xi Murong's Qilixiang poem.
Qilixiang mainly expresses the author's homesickness. Xi Murong grew up on the grassland when he was a child. Personally, I think most of Qilixiang's works are mainly writers' nostalgia for their hometown, yearning for the vast grassland and homesickness.
Common jasmine orange
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Appreciation: This is a delicate and touching beautiful poem, full of sincere and ardent love. When we walk through colorful flowers, pleasant paths, or a solitary flower and a piece of green, will we think that some vast creatures around us are guarding us, blessing us, loving us deeply and being beautiful and happy because of our existence?
Love is a kind of pain and happiness; Sadness is a kind of happiness and also a kind of pain. Does the essence of reincarnation really realize the continuation and transmission of emotions? Or is the beauty around you revealing the information of love?
When we were young, we were willing to be a flowering tree and look forward to maturity. However, time ignores desire. Growth and transformation are the inevitable course of flowers blooming and falling, and the beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage.
What blooms in the sun is heavy color, and the desolation of falling flowers is abrupt and sad. Is it really a human form cultivated in 10 thousand years, and then a secular desire cultivated in 10 thousand years can stand in front of the person you love and shed the first tear?
Maybe it was doomed to be wrong from the beginning, but I don't want to believe that our fate is only once. Five hundred years of waiting turned back to the moment of meeting. If I wait another 500 years or more, will you see how my expectations of you are full of trees?
A tree blooms only once, and a person is beautiful only once. Just because you can meet me, at my most beautiful moment, you walked past in desperation and stepped on layers of flowers. I realized that meeting is not beautiful, but wrong.
Blessed are those who can seriously love each other in ordinary days!
This poem shows us a lonely heart, full of expectations for love but seemingly unknown. Her (his) feelings are sincere and earnest, and there is no lack of persistence when she is sad. Be a constellation-love needs persistence.
6. How many poems are there in Qi's poetry collection?
I counted, it should be 63 songs
Life Awakens from Poetry —— Preface of New Edition (Non-poetry)
The River by Zhang Xiaofeng (not a poem)
Qilixiang 1, Qilixiang 2, Maturity 3, A Flowering Tree 4, Ancient Acacia 5, Ferry 6, Prayer 7, Exotic Land
Millennium Wish 8, Millennium Wish 9, Shanyue 10, Looking Back 1 1, Singing for You 12, Encounter 13, Twilight 14, the wish of laurel.
Song of the Wanderer 15, Song of the Wanderer 16, Lone Star 17, Jasmine 18, Youth I 19, Youth II 20, Silkworm 2 1, Summer afternoon.
Lotus troubles 22, lotus troubles 23, letters from friends 24, Xiao Jing 25, short poems 26, lithographs 27, rumors 28, and choices
Reunion 29, Reunion 1 30, Reunion 2 3 1, Portrait of Tree 32, Elegy 33, Actor 34, Farewell 35, Farewell.
Prisoner 36, Prisoner 37, Untitled 38, Art 39, No Separation 40, if 4 1, Concession 42, Dust Destiny
Love Poems of Rainbow 43, Love Poems of Rainbow 44, Burning 45, Mistake 46, Enlightenment 47, The Last Painter 48, Embroidered Mother 49, Twilight 50, Art Exhibition.
Hidden pain 52, hidden pain 53, afternoon on the expressway 53, homesickness 54, botanical garden 55, fate 56, journey 57, songs of the Great Wall 58, American outlaws.
Beautiful moment 59, beautiful moment 60, bride 6 1, partner 62, river of time 63, he
Postscript: A dream of a river (not a poem)
Appendix: seventh-grade students of Xi Murong's World (not poetry)
Bibliography of Xi Murong
7. What are the poems in Xi Murong's Li Qixiang?
Li Qixiang is Xi Murong's first collection of poems, which contains many classical poems. I'll copy ten books that I like better.
Maturity: My childhood dream has faded, and I no longer just want to be an elf with wings. On a moonlit night, I lean against the window with my slender hands and stick my red cheeks on the stone fence. In the shadow of the ancient ivy, there are fireflies swimming. I no longer keep a diary like a running book, but changed it into dense and fuzzy handwriting. In the tears of deep blue and light blue, there are unknown sentences 5438+0959.8+08.1080888806. At this most beautiful moment, I prayed for the Buddha for 500 years, and let us form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. Flowers bloom carefully in the sun, which is my hope in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally ignore my friend who once fell behind you, it is not a petal, but my withered heart. 00000000 106 8+00.4 Prayer, I know that this world is not absolutely beautiful, and I also know that it has parting and aging. However, I only have one chance to see God. Please listen to my prayer. Please give me a long summer, a flawless memory, a gentle heart and a white love. I can only come to this world once, so please give me a beautiful name so that he can whisper to me at night and remember us forever in the years of Mercedes-Benz. After falling in love 1979 438+0 1.28 "A Foreign Land" Then night came, knocking on my window in November, waking up from the fragrance of the south and the dream of going home, the lights in Brussels were brightly lit, and I was alone in the crowd. The crowd threw me a lonely drizzle, not my tears, rustling, and the trees falling outside the window. 18986/66616 You will add a few strands of white hair with your thoughts. E79FA5E98193E4893E5B1333636161I will let the years carve my gaunt hand, and then we will pass by at the corner, and we will no longer know each other indifferently. Dear friends, please don't blame that light for changing people's faces. 438+0978 "Jasmine" Jasmine seems to have no season. Small fragrant buds always bloom during the day and at night. You seem to have no difference between day and night. At every moment of trance, 1979+0438+0.23 Elegy will never see you again in this life. It's not who you are in your heart. You never reappeared. It's just the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon. 38+098 1.3. 12 The Actor, please don't believe in my beauty or my love. I have an actor's heart under my face, so please don't take my sadness seriously and don't break my heart with my performance. Dear friends, I am only an actor in my life, and I always shed tears in other people's stories. It was only yesterday that the purple river picked hibiscus, and only a few anonymous poems were left in the white clouds in the Millennium river. So what's different about my experience today? When I look back, the love that made me cry like that is like a dream. He gave me the whole starry sky so that I could come freely. I know I enjoy a deep and broad love. He regarded me as a rose, planted in a garden full of tears, and my happiness didn't stop there. Under his strong and gentle wings, I know I know very well. I am an indulgent woman. The stream is eager to flow to the ocean but eager to return to land. After waving goodbye so easily in front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers, our souls will come back every night and become a garden when the breeze blows.
8. A poem by Qi Lixiang ~ ~ ~ ~
See if it's this poem.
There is a poem [a flowering tree] in Xi Murong's poetry collection Qilixiang.
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart