Theme:
The poet delicately describes the wonderful scenery of the moonlit night, the spring river, and the flower forest. It is a hymn to the beauty of nature. At the same time, in the face of this natural beauty, he expresses his euphemistic and lingering feelings of farewell and lovesickness. But it is neither flattering to the ruling class nor describing the leisurely pleasures of court life. Instead, it extends its writing to the people. Its philosophical sentiments also have a certain enlightenment effect on people's thinking about life.
Original text:
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. ?
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! ?
The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests, all like sleet; ?
The frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky. ?
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? ?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. ?
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water. ?
The white clouds disappear slowly, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. ?
Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? ?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen in the dressing mirror. ?
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil. ?
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese fly long and fast, and fish and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again. ?
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless. ?
I don’t know how many people will return by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
Extended information:
Appreciation:
It was praised by Mr. Wen Yiduo as "the poem among poems, the peak on the peak" ("The Palace Style Poetry" "Self-Redemption")'s "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" has fascinated countless readers for more than a thousand years. Zhang Ruoxu, who only left two poems in his life, also because of this poem, "the single poem is unique, but it is for everyone."
The title of the poem is fascinating. Spring, river, flowers, moon and night, these five things embody the most moving beauty of life, forming a wonderful artistic realm that is tempting to explore.
The poet started to ask the question, and the question came up at the beginning of the poem, outlining a magnificent picture of the moonlit night on the spring river: the river tide connects to the sea, and the tide of the moon rises. The "sea" here is a virtual reference. The Jiang Chao is vast, as if connected with the sea, and is magnificent. At this time, a bright moon rises with the tide, and the scene is spectacular. The word "生" gives lively life to the bright moon and the tide. The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, and there is no spring river that is not illuminated by the bright moon!
The river winds around the spring fields full of flowers and plants, and the moonlight shines on the flower trees, as if sprinkled with a layer of white snow. The poet is really a master of painting. With a single stroke, he can paint the strange "flowers" in the moonlit night on the spring river.
At the same time, the theme of "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" was cleverly fulfilled. The poet's observation of the moonlight is extremely subtle: the moonlight has washed away the colorful colors of all things in the world, and dyed the world into a dreamy silver color. Therefore, "the flowing frost cannot be noticed" and "the white sand cannot be seen". Only the bright and bright moonlight exists. The delicate brushstrokes create a mythical and wonderful realm, making the moonlit night on the Spring River look particularly beautiful and tranquil. These eight sentences, from big to small, from far to near, the pen and ink gradually condense on a lonely moon.