Long and short shepherd's purse floated on the water. In the dim light, I saw her picking the green shepherd's purse stems along the water. Looking at her bright smile, I also smiled. She doesn't know that I miss her day and night, whether in my dream or awake, day or night. ...
Although I miss her very much, she still can't come to me and see the white clouds floating in the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seem to see her shadow and her quiet smile. She makes me miss you so much. In the moonlight, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. ...
Shepherd's purse grows unevenly in water. In my dream, I saw her pick shepherd's purse from one side to the other. Looking at her walking lightly, I couldn't help saying the words that have been buried in my heart for a long time: "A virtuous and beautiful girl, I believe we will be in harmony like harps and harps and love each other forever ..."
The long and short shepherd's purse floated around with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking from left to right. Listening to the festive firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "Kind and beautiful girl, I will definitely ring the bell and drum to marry you ..."
Guan Yu rewrote the story according to the meaning of the text. Guan Yuwen/He Jiang
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
Whose call it is, so real, whose heart it is, so exploring. Spoony people are always wandering on the clear banks of the river, and the warm sunshine warms their bodies and hearts. Seeing the osprey cruising side by side, I was so attached that my eyes flew, looking for the girl who missed me but never approached.
You see, it's her. A leaf boat swings around with Shui Piao, and Huang Cancan's shepherd's purse is picked up with slender and dexterous hands. There is a little smile on his face, and there may be songs humming in his rosy lips, but it took a lot of effort, but I still didn't hear it. I am really jealous of shepherd's purse and swimming fish. I hate that I am a shepherd's purse, and I can finally get close to her heart when I leave my roots; I hope I can become a swimming fish. I can hover in the water under the boat and kiss her reflection.
Graceful girls are always in dreams, close at hand and out of reach. On that tossing and turning night, her mind was full of her clear shadow. What's her last name, where does she live, and is she engaged to anyone else? When she turns her head that day, will she find the man standing a stone's throw away? How can I express my full love to her? Numerous questions hover in my mind, taking away my sleep and soul, but I am willing to suffer day and night. Pin all my best wishes on that half-asleep fantasy.
How I wish I could be with her, like a pair of mandarin ducks and a pigeon, playing touching music like a harp, and playing unspeakable love for her with bells and drums.
Beautiful girl, but always so focused, pick and choose, when can I look up at the boy who has been singing this love song on the river bank for a long time?
A song of Guanluo, what a subtle love. In the faint misty water, there are 28 girls working, and the teenagers on the shore are casually humming eternal songs, pursuing beauty and yearning for love. Such a story is as beautiful as a landscape painting, and a deep friendship ripples between clouds and water.
In the cardamom years, no one has a poem in his heart as beautiful as a clear sentence, which is written for the most beautiful sweetheart. In such a story, there is no quarrel, no unwarranted suspicion, no utilitarian measure, and it is a pure feeling.
If a flower has no love, who is the butterfly lingering with? If a butterfly doesn't know how to love, who is the gentleness of the flower? For mutual affection in the world, two of a kind is the most rare, and even the most mundane days can produce different mutual affection. I always envy those who have gone to the past, as if their paradise will always be true, kind and beautiful, otherwise how can there be such touching poems handed down from generation to generation? They have no clothes to wear, no colorful cosmetics, and no advanced communication tools to express their feelings, but their love is spreading, which makes us deeply moved and imagines the dilemma and urgency of love in our hearts.
I even envy the girl who picks flowers. A silhouette occupies the front page of the Book of Songs. When the water swings gently, I catch a glimpse of my ancestors. I know that the stories in it are true records of our ancestors' lives, including their love, bitterness and happiness, their blessings and prayers, their hate vows, and telling later people what their lives are like. The times have been progressing, but our pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty has never been decided, because we are not simple animals, and we are all people living in the world.
Cherish everything you have, hang your beautiful vision on the picture scroll, sail towards it, don't stay in the past, don't waste today's time for vanity, and don't give up your insistence on the truth for today's destruction.
"The Dove in Guanguan", I think it may have been sung by Wei Sheng who once held this post and died. Zhang sheng is also eager for Yingying. Kim's deep affection for Lin is a tragedy, which is also the reason why it is shocking. Fortunately, where pigeons spread, there are more happy stories.
Guan Yu rewrote it into a story. In the morning, the sky is just a little pale.
The morning dew in late autumn was frozen by the cold wind of Thurso, and it was particularly white.
On the lake, the reed flowers float, sometimes rising in the autumn wind, and sometimes falling on the water, which can't stimulate ripples, but they are helplessly stained with autumn water.
On the shore, there was a man standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake covered by reeds, indifferent and lifeless, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.
On the other side, outside the reeds, there is a house, shallow tiles and faint walls. Against the backdrop of dancing reeds, there is also a little out-of-touch taste. Maybe there is a graceful woman who is also out of touch in this house. She may not know that there is an infatuated person on the other side who is willing to protect her for the rest of her life at this moment when the reeds are flying and the silver frost is condensed into a bleak season.
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the middle of the water, are unpredictable.
There are so many reeds floating gracefully in the wind, stretching their slender waist. Large areas of frost gradually melted into shallow dew, and the fog rose. He still stood there, with no other expressions and no other movements. In his brow, he showed firmness.
The house on the other side became fainter in the darkness, like a mirage, and it was a real dream. She is in a dream, but does she know?
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are very close, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight.
The sun has revealed its face, and reeds are enjoying the warm touch in the sun. The fog gradually dispersed, the morning dew was slightly dry, and the water was still hazy. He still stood like that, his bright and clear eyes still staring at each other. The graceful figure under the reed seems to flash a trace of sadness.
And she, standing in the autumn wind, with long black hair floating like a reed flower, looked at the lake in Xue Hai like a dancing reed flower, but never saw those eyes and those regrets again. ...
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are not far apart, but always miss each other. ...
At sunset.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
He was still standing there, but the shadow on the other side disappeared.
"It's evening, it's time to see the scenery." A faint voice came from behind him. He suddenly turned around and she turned around. She left before he could pour out his love. ...
He was disappointed to see her leave. ...
He and she are always separated by a lake!
He left silently.
However, he forgot to take his heart with him. His heart is always on the other side.
She is the most beautiful scenery in his heart. In the season when reeds are dancing, a heart is broken. .......................................................................................................................................................
It is rare to rewrite Guan Ju's composition in about 400 words in a refreshing summer.
Sunlight crept through the window lattice, and the railings outside the window were covered with cool mottled leaves. So he followed the footsteps of the sun fragments and the pleasant whistle of pheasants aimlessly, feeling particularly comfortable. It seems that I haven't been in such a good mood for a long time. Looking at the other side of the lake from a distance, a gentle and graceful woman in a plain skirt is trying to smooth the restless lake with her hands, lowering her head and gently selecting green water plants.
So he walked quickly in the direction of the woman. He wants to chat with her on such a beautiful afternoon to relieve the tired emptiness in his heart.
But when he approached, his steps stopped involuntarily. -the grass in the lake is smart in the breeze, which sets off the quiet and beautiful face together with the rolling clouds in the blue sky. Although she bent down to pick up grass, the graceful silhouette was enough for him to imagine her elegant and graceful walking posture. Although she is a simple woman, her eyes are a little melancholy, and her chin is slightly lowered, which sets off her usual clarity and high altitude.
The wind messed up her hair and his thoughts.
He watched all this with bated breath.
This passionate wind struck the memory of his hazy dream like lightning, and then he really knew, "She appeared in my dream many times!" " "
The woman seemed to perceive someone standing beside her, stroking her long hair gently, tilting her face slightly, staring at the strange man like a deer, her eyes staring at each other, her heart softening into a charming aquatic plant. Women smiled and bowed their heads, ranging from smart children to shy girls. Suddenly, such a smiling moment, like a rose that blooms thousands of times under the lens, took away his whole heart at once.
The most gentle is that bow, like a lotus flower. From then on, there was no room in his mind. Every corner is covered with pictures of women smiling.
Tossing and turning, he knew that this was love at first sight. Staring at the blue-black sky in the distance, watching the sparse stars in the distance. This song is full of worries.
All because the woman euphemistically refused his love. She has her own sweetheart. Similarly, his smile is the most precious in her memory.
After all, he still understands that this is an unchangeable ending. But how much he wants to play a song she likes to listen to in front of her. If she wants to listen, he is willing to play it for her all afternoon, even for life.
The still water is deep, and all the injured thoughts flow to the deepest part of the heart valley, and put your heart in the tenderest place in your heart.
5. Change Guan Ju into a 600-word composition. The pheasant pigeons were singing in Guanguan, and with a heavenly duet, they both landed on the sandbar in the river.
I stood in the misty forest and looked into the distance, as if I saw her. She stood in the warm wind with a quiet smile on her face.
Looking at her capable and beautiful appearance, I suddenly felt a ripple in my heart ... long and short water shepherd's purse floated on the water, and in the dim light, I saw her picking green water shepherd's purse stems along the water. Looking at her bright smile, I also smiled.
She doesn't know that I miss her day and night, whether in my dream or awake, day or night ... although I miss her very much, she still can't come to me and look at the white clouds floating in the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seem to see her shadow, as if I saw her quiet smile. She makes me miss you so much.
In the moonlight, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time ... shepherd's purse grew unevenly in the water. In my dream, I saw her pick shepherd's purse from one side to the other. Watching her walk lightly, I couldn't help saying the words buried in my heart for a long time: "Kind and beautiful girl, I believe we will be in harmony like harps and harps and love each other forever ..." The long and short shepherd's purse floated around with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking around.
Listening to the festive firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "What a beautiful girl, I will definitely beat gongs and drums to marry you …".
6. It is rare to write a 200-word description of Guan Yu's scene on a refreshing summer day. Sunlight crept through the window lattice, and the railings outside the window were covered with cool mottled leaves. So he followed the footsteps of the sun fragments and the pleasant whistle of pheasants aimlessly, feeling particularly comfortable. It seems that I haven't been in such a good mood for a long time. Looking at the other side of the lake from a distance, a gentle and graceful woman in a plain skirt is trying to smooth the restless lake with her hands, lowering her head and gently selecting green water plants.
So he walked quickly in the direction of the woman. He wants to chat with her on such a beautiful afternoon to relieve the tired emptiness in his heart. But when he approached, his steps stopped involuntarily. -the grass in the lake is smart in the breeze, which sets off the quiet and beautiful face together with the rolling clouds in the blue sky. Although she bent down to pick up grass, the graceful silhouette was enough for him to imagine her elegant and graceful walking posture. Although she is a simple woman, her eyes are a little melancholy, and her chin is slightly lowered, which sets off her usual clarity and high altitude.
The wind messed up her hair and his thoughts. He watched all this with bated breath. This passionate wind struck the memory of his hazy dream like lightning, and then he really knew, "She appeared in my dream many times!" " "The woman seemed to perceive someone standing beside her, stroking her long hair gently, tilting her face slightly, staring at the strange man like a deer, her eyes staring at each other, and her heart softened into a charming aquatic plant. Women smiled and bowed their heads, ranging from smart children to shy girls. Suddenly, such a smiling moment, like a rose that blooms thousands of times under the lens, took away his whole heart at once. The most gentle is that bow, like a lotus flower. From then on, there was no room in his mind. Every corner is covered with pictures of women smiling. Tossing and turning, he knew that this was love at first sight. Staring at the blue-black sky in the distance, watching the sparse stars in the distance. This song is full of worries. All because the woman euphemistically refused his love. She has her own sweetheart. Similarly, his smile is the most precious in her memory.
After all, he knew that this was an irreversible ending. But how much he wants to play a song she likes to listen to in front of her. If she wants to listen, he is willing to play it for her all afternoon, even for life.
The still water is deep, and all the injured thoughts flow to the deepest part of the heart valley, and put your heart in the tenderest place in your heart.
7. Rewrite Guan Yu into a short essay of about 500 words. Guan Yu and Guan Yu play devil's advocate and live on the small island of the Yellow River.
A quiet and beautiful girl is really my good object. Fresh shepherd's purse with uneven length should be picked around the current.
Quiet and beautiful girl, miss her dream lover during the day. The pursuit of a girl is not satisfactory, and she often wakes up in her dreams.
Acacia is endless, trouble sleeping. Different lengths of shepherd's purse are fresh, choose left and right.
A quiet and beautiful girl, playing the piano is very close to playing the harp. Different lengths of shepherd's purse are fresh, choose left and right.
A quiet and beautiful girl, ring the bell and drum to make her happy. Appreciation: Because of its long history and far-reaching influence, there have been different views on this poem: some people think it is a love poem; It is a poem by a sage, an ironic poem; He is an aristocrat with the background of robbing marriage, and his educational poems about marriage (according to Mozi's statement, "harps" and "bells and drums" are not the fun of ordinary people. )
; This is a poem to congratulate you on your marriage. In fact, if we carefully ponder the passionate feelings in the poem, we prefer to regard it as an ancient folk love song that originated more than 2,000 years ago. The poem describes in detail a man's unrequited love, his admiration, admiration and longing, which is the deepest expectation of love in everyone's heart since ancient times.
According to the whole poem, it is divided into three chapters. In the first chapter, four sentences are used to write about a person's love and desire. The pheasant pigeon is a kind of water bird. It is said that this kind of bird is in love with both sexes, inseparable and devoted to the true feelings. If one of them dies first, the other will die of grief and haggard.
So the first sentence borrowed the mutual harmony of pheasants, which aroused men's infinite feelings and thought that the beautiful and virtuous girl was their ideal couple! As for "My Fair Lady", who does a man admire when he meets a beautiful woman by the river? Or do men yearn for love when they see pigeons in pairs, and miss the people in their hearts, leaving us rich imagination space. The second chapter, eight sentences, tells the story of men's unsuccessful love and acacia with sentimental feelings.
"Uneven dishes flow from one side to the other" may imply that the girl is picking vegetables by the river, and her wonderful figure and graceful image are deeply imprinted in men's hearts and indelible. Perhaps it is the floating shepherd's purse, a girl's unpredictable heart, which doomed this road of love to be difficult.
So I miss it day and night and never forget it. I don't know how to eat during the day, and I can't bear to do anything. I can only lie in bed and think for a long time, thinking over and over again, but I can't sleep. I've been thinking about the name and shadow of my lover. This infatuation of "not loving for love's sake, but not forgetting his love" is simply a sad word! The third chapter, eight sentences, describes the joy of men when they are eager to realize their wishes.
Someone said: "This poem describes the whole process of the lyric hero meeting, pursuing, falling in love and getting married with a girl. If you read the whole poem carefully, if its ending is like the happy ending in fairy tales-the prince and princess live happily ever after, then the poem is gone! Love goes deep without regrets, and the desire for love can lead to the sublimation of love.
The man who fell in love with himself was not so sad that he vomited blood and fell ill, nor so desperate as to commit suicide. Instead, he found a way out for his feelings, built a beautiful castle in the air, and dreamed that everything would be fine. Suddenly he was satisfied, and he and his lover were in perfect harmony! So a fictional and lively wedding scene unfolded happily, which made us intoxicated and blessed it.
But fantasy is not the truth after all. On second thought, what do men think of? Is it a deeper lovesickness? Is it the loyalty of "spring silkworms are spinning until they die, and candles are crying dry every night"? Maybe this will be carefully considered by everyone! The short poem Guan Ju occupies a special position in the history of China literature. It is the first book in The Book of Songs, the oldest book in China literature.
Although judging from the nature, some fairy tales should have been produced earlier, as written records, it is a late thing. Therefore, it can almost be said that when we open the history of China literature, the first thing that catches our eye is Guan Ju.
Does the person who compiles The Book of Songs have any intention in the arrangement of poems? This is unknown. However, at least the understanding of later generations does not think that Guan Yu was randomly arranged from the beginning.
Confucius mentioned the Book of Songs many times in The Analects of Confucius, but the only work that made a concrete evaluation was Guanju, which was called "Happiness without lewdness, sadness without injury". In his view, Guan Ju is a model to show the virtue of the "golden mean".
The Han Confucian Preface to Mao Poetry also said: "The wind rises, so the wind prevails in the world, and couples are right. Therefore, it is used by the villagers and used by the country. "
This involves an ethical thought in ancient China: in the eyes of the ancients, husband and wife are the beginning of human relations, and all moral perfection in the world must be based on the virtue of husband and wife. The author of Preface to Mao Poetry thinks that Guan Ju has exemplary significance in this respect, so it is listed as "the beginning of Feng".
It can be used to influence the world, not only for the "villagers" that is, ordinary people, but also for the "nation" that is, the ruling class. In this way, the meaning of Guan Yu is great! How true is this understanding? For the time being, let's start with the poem itself.
In fact, the content of Guan Yu is very simple. It's about a gentleman's pursuit of a lady. If he doesn't get a lady, he will be upset and can't sleep over and over. I was very happy when I got a "lady". I invited people to play music to celebrate and make the "lady" happy. The identity of the characters in the works is very clear: "gentleman" is a general term for nobles in the era of the Book of Songs, and this "gentleman" occupies a considerable position in preparing the music of harps, bells and drums.
I used to interpret this poem as a "folk love song", but I'm afraid it's wrong. It clearly depicts the life of the aristocratic class. Besides, it's good to say it's a love poem, but I'm afraid it's not an ordinary love poem.
In my opinion, it turned out to be a wedding song, a compliment from the man's family, wishing the bride a happy marriage. On the whole, many ballads in The Book of Songs and National Style are lyrical, entertaining and practical in etiquette. But some poems are regarded as ordinary songs only because later generations don't know what its original purpose is.
We turned it off.
Imagine a refreshing summer in Guanluo. Sunlight crept through the window lattice, and the railings outside the window were covered with cool mottled leaves. So he aimlessly followed the footsteps of the sun fragments and the sweet whistle of the birds, and felt particularly relaxed and comfortable. It seems that he hasn't been in such a good mood for a long time. From a distance, he looked at a girl dressed simply on the other side of the lake. He is trying to smooth the restless lake with his hands and bend his head to gently select the green grass. So he walked quickly in the direction of the woman. He wants to chat with her on such a beautiful afternoon to relieve the exhausted emptiness in his heart. But when he approached, his steps stopped involuntarily. -the grass in the lake is smart in the breeze, and the clouds in the blue sky are rolling. Together they set off a quiet and beautiful face. Although she bent down to pick up grass, the graceful silhouette was enough for him to imagine her graceful figure when she was walking leisurely. Although she is a simple woman, her eyes are a little melancholy, and her chin is slightly lowered, which sets off her usual clarity. The wind messed up her hair and his thoughts. He looked at it with bated breath. This thread of affection. The woman seemed to notice the person standing beside her, stroking her long hair gently and tilting her face slightly. Deer-like eyes staring at the strange man in front of him, eyes are the opposite. His heart melted into a charming aquatic plant, and the woman bowed her head with a smile. There are smart children and shy girls. Suddenly, such a smiling moment is like a rose that blooms quickly for thousands of times under the lens. Suddenly, he took away his whole heart. The gentleness of bowing is like a lotus flower. After that, his mind can't hold any more. Every corner is covered with pictures of women smiling down. Tossing and turning, he realized that this was love at first sight. He stared at the distant blue-black sky and looked at the sparse stars in the distance. This worry overwhelmed his heart. All this is because the woman politely refused his love. Similarly, his smile is the most precious in her memory. After all, he still understands that this is an unchangeable ending. But how much he wants to play a song she likes to listen to in front of her. If she is willing to listen, he is willing to play it for her all afternoon, even for life. The still water is deep, and all the injured thoughts flow to the deepest part of her heart, and put her heart in the tenderest place in her heart.