1, prediction
This heartbeat day has finally come!
Ah, the sigh of your footsteps at night.
I can hear Ben whispering to the leaves of the forest and the night wind.
The graceful hoofbeat of elk galloping across the moss path!
Tell me, tell me with your bell,
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south!
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there!
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How crazy the swallow is in love with Populus davidiana!
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop your tired running,
Come in, there's a tiger mattress. Sit down!
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn.
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice!
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Tell me about my fiery life.
Don't move forward! There is an endless forest ahead:
Ancient trees bear the marks of wild animals,
Twisted like a half-dead rattan python,
There is not a star in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the first empty voice.
Do we have to go? Please wait for me to go with you!
My steps are familiar with every familiar path,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I give it to you, I give you the warmth of your hand!
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye without blinking!
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling!
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, disappeared your proud steps!
Ah, you finally lost your tongue as predicted,
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
193 1 autumn
Step 2
Your footsteps often whisper in my memory,
Step on my thoughtful heart with sweet sadness,
Like a piano hanging on a virtual pavilion, I have lost my kind fingers for a long time.
The evening breeze has passed, and the strings are still trembling with the sounds of the past.
Like poplar leaves floating in the corner of the eaves,
Sighs exchanged are still rustling in the trees.
Oh, it was an autumn night in Jiangnan!
Late autumn is dreaming,
And crisp and thin, if you can't beat your low steps!
How did you quietly help the wound dry,
How to run lightly? Yi Deng is upstairs watching the cold night.
Give me a piece of manuscript paper with childish joy,
Shout out your new words,
The first night, you know I write poetry!
3, "Hugh Wash Red"
Lonely anvils are all over the cold pond,
The clarified ancient waves trembled like being knocked.
My careless arm wants to droop.
What can I get from this golden stone?
Traces of spring, shadows of laughter,
Stealing silently in loneliness.
Wash frequently in the sun and wind and rain,
Is powder dream different from shallow retreat?
I stood on my stone, and the cold Qiu Guang came.
Its feet are in cold water,
And practice first frost on the Banqiao.
My shadow makes me tremble.
4. Summer nights
I was bathed in the breeze of locust trees in June,
Your sideburns are dripping with cool and smooth fragrance.
The round shade is our sky,
There is a star-like smile in your eyes.
Chrysanthemum sleeps quietly in the dream of green leaves,
Its fragrant smell is like the golden wings of fireflies.
Flying by the lake, flying on the blurred grass,
Gently cover the skirt and jump on your lap.
Your soft arms are like vines.
Put your arms around my neck and whisper to me in a sweet and mature voice.
You said you heard the tremor in my chest.
Like roots shaking the soil on a hot summer night?
Yes, a new strange tree has grown in my heart.
Red flowers will bloom on my lips soon.
5. The Gift
Your young voice makes me sad.
I envy it sleeping in the flowing green grass,
Like the stars in autumn falling into the lake,
More jealousy comes from your smooth lips.
Your red fruit exudes a ripe fragrance.
I wonder whose happy mouth will be bitten.
For a flower in my dream,
Or the corner of the dress is hopeless.
Hopeless love is gentle.
I suffer more tender nostalgia,
Ever since you turned your voice into a pearl,
Shocked my melancholy thoughts.
6. "Give again"
Your bare arms make me
Miss the sea in my hometown,
Bathing in your light, oily, dark complexion,
And your dark hair and eyes.
You open it like a flower,
Girl from the south, I feel sorry for you.
Worried about your pride, your youth,
Spend the years in exile for you.
Wandering in this cold zone,
You don't know the sad judge,
Would you like to fly into my dream,
My dream is also a piece of yellow dust?
7. "lament"
How much freshness have I lost in the morning dew?
How many nights have the silence of the starry sky dripped among the trees in the shade?
Laughter between spring and summer? The joy of flowers and leaves?
The song of youth to be sung in 20 years?
I drank the bitter tears of unfortunate love,
Waiting day and night for familiar dreams to come to me,
No matter the call from outside, the grass spreads like grass green,
Knock on my closed door like a finger.
Now I mourn the lost years,
Mourn it like an unopened flower on a green stripe.
Although love bears red fruit in pain,
I know it is the easiest to fall and the hardest to pick up.
8. "Joy"
Tell me, what color is happiness?
Like pigeon feathers? Parrot's red mouth?
What is the sound of joy? Like a flute?
Or from the pine sound of millet to running water?
Is it something to hold, such as a warm hand?
Visible, such as flashing loving eyes? .
Will it make your heart tremble slightly,
Tears quietly again, like sadness?
How did happiness come from? From where?
Flying in the dim shade like fireflies?
The fragrance comes from rose petals?
Was there a bell on his foot when he came?
Because of happiness, my heart is the eyes of the blind,
But is it cute, like my melancholy?
9.luoshan
I am. I have been decorating your sweater all summer.
Now it is folded gently, with bitterness.
When you promote swimming, the lotus fragrance played by the sculls stays on the lapels.
Sleeves are tears when you are happy, and your mouth is fat when you are sleepy.
There is the shadow of mallow under the moon.
It secretly reflected on your chest when you were sleeping.
Mei Mei, when the warm autumn sunshine shines into your room,
Won't you open your suitcase and check your old clothes?
I want to hear your voice again. say it again
The weather is getting warmer and warmer.
I will forget that the coming winter is ice and snow,
Never believe that your sweet voice is cheating.
There must be a silver dream tonight,
Like the wings of a pigeon in the shower,
Like Su Lian's petals falling from Shui Ying,
As if from a smooth plane leaf.
The sound of autumn flows on the frosted tiles.
But Meimei, do you have this kind of silver moon wave there?
Even if there is, I'm afraid it will form delicate ice.
Dreams are like a boat with a downwind,
Can we drive on a cold night?
1 1, Dawn
There is fog in the valley. There is dew on the grass.
Dawn blooms like a flower.
The sound of workers knocking on stones
Is so touching my heart,
I said, the best symbol of labor is architecture.
We saw houses on the ground,
We can move in.
Oh, you stone cutters, tree cutters, wall builders and roof builders,
Your heart and I are so closely connected,
We are like brothers fighting for the same building.
I silently wrote this short song for you,
For everyone who wakes up and leaves the bed,
People started working together,
Dedicated to our soldiers who are called by the horn to do morning exercises.
Our students are called by the bell to teach themselves.
Our farmers were called to the fields by chickens.
12, sound
This fish has no sound. Crickets sing with wings.
After our ancestors walked upright,
We should also be happy that we can shout and sing.
Spit out the joys and sorrows that fill your throat,
If the red flame can keep them warm,
When they hold a party in the cold forest,
The palm is covered with animal blood.
Or holding a stone axe or sword.
But who made the exquisite bow,
Shot a reindeer.
Turn around and shoot his brother in the head?
So there was a ten-story giant gun.
Threatening the peace of the sky,
The fire was ignited between the rolling iron wings.
Can burn the bones of all cities: steel and cement.
Unfortunately, in the face of man-made death,
Humans have lost their voices.
Like a fish
In the black net.
When a long list of deaths keeps appearing,
After that, the deceased remained silent in the food panic.
Look for a potato and an egg.
And those crazy gamblers are silent.
With their fat white fingers
Bet on the fate of mankind.
Between the idea of losing everything.
13, autumn
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
14, river
My walking partner, my river,
What are you singing?
What a casual remark I made.
But I know that where there is no water, it is a desert.
You flow through the town where we live.
We wash clothes and feet in your water.
We listen to your voice in the silent mountains.
Just like listening to the pulse of the earth.
My lover's song, I love nature's song,
I know where there is no sound is loneliness.
15, full moon night
The full moon dispelled the silver calm,
Roots soaked in grass are like cold water.
The water lily unfolds its virgin heart from the dream,
The tips of shy petals are red, as if they had been kissed.
Flower mosquitoes don't sleep in summer nights,
Its wings are like the feet of a wasp covered with nectar.
Steal our whispers and tell the reeds.
Come on, what's sad, what's shivering with cold,
Your heart, like the leaves of the forest, is trembling with the touch of moonlight.
Shake the pure pearl in your eyes, sad dew?
Your voice is as soft as an angel's snow-white arm
Touching every second, time becomes gold.
Do you think I am a cruel lover?
If my chest is as soft and lovely as blue waves,
Put your seaweed-flavored pillow on my heart.
It floated out of the fish's mouth like a bead,
A string of silver rings played a lullaby.
Charming dreams have stopped at your brow.
Your eyes are like orchids in bud,
There is a mysterious night musk deer.
Do you hear the golden stars in the forest?
It was the yellow ripe locust tree that left the liberated branches.
Do you feel the green shadow on your hair?
It is the breeze that slides down from the thick leaves.
The shadow of the exquisite railing has moved to our feet.
What answer do your silent lips expect?
Is it a silent kiss?
Li Qingzhao's man Fang Ting
Man Fang Ting
Author: Li Qingzhao
Original text:
Small pavilions hide spring, while idle windows sell the sun.
The painting hall is infinitely deep.
The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is best to grow plum blossoms by hand.
Why go upstairs in the water?
No one arrives, lonely as Yangzhou He Xun.
Never win like rhyme, borrow like rain,
Not resistant to wind rubbing.
Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
Don't hate incense and jade,
It's hard to leave passages and traces.
It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
Precautions:
1, seal incense: a kind of incense printed with seal words.
2. Curtain hook: a hook for hanging curtains.
3. Loneliness: silence and emptiness.
4. Hun: Just like.
5. He Xun is in Yangzhou: He Xun, a poet of the Southern Dynasties. In the middle of Tian Jian's career, he served as the guest room of Jianan Wang in Yangzhou (now Nanjing).
6, rhyme wins: refers to the charm of plum blossoms, beyond the average.
By: step, here is the meaning of infringement.
8. Intolerance: I can't stand it.
9. Flute: Di Mei.
10, Xue: Poems of Past Dynasties made jade.
1 1, thin shadow: the sparse shadow of plum blossom.
Appreciate:
This word should have been written before the southern crossing of Qingzhao, and it is a Yongmei word. Like Li Qingzhao's Lonely Goose, it has its own unique artistic conception, which is different from ordinary Yongmei Ci. The author describes and praises Mei in the life and activities of the characters, and combines lovesickness with love, expressing affection and affection with things.
Man Tingfang Mid-Autumn Festival
Pan-Gui Liangman Mid-Autumn Festival in Fang Ting
Caught in the water, one day when the wind was exposed, I felt like I was in a boat. Osmanthus fragrans in the afternoon, the snow is flowing. Sitting in danger from the window, I want to go to Yingzhou. The world is happy, so I know that this night, I am in the air.
Take a break. It's best to be idle and have nothing to do, dream once every ten years, and miss home with both eyes. Won, Xiao Hua Jr. earned. There is no need to protest against the past, so what else can I ask from now on? Raise a glass, take care of the shadow, and dance to pay for yourself.
Fang Xiajing
Fang Xiajing, Man Ting, Zhou Bangyan
The wind makes the oriole grow up in spring, the summer rain makes the plums plump, and the dense noon trees give the ground a round shade. Lying low near the mountain, wet clothes, total cost of baking fire. People cry quietly and carefree, and outside the bridge, the new green sea water bumps and splashes. For a long time, Agnes bitter bamboo, suspected pan-Jiujiang ship.
Every year, like a club swallow, I wander in the vast sea and send it to the rafters for repair. Don't think about the performance outside, or koEY spirit, always sit in front of the bottle. I am tired and haggard, and I can't bear to listen to intense and complicated orchestral music. At Song's banquet, a pillow was installed for me, so that I could sleep at will when I was drunk.
Translation and annotation
The wind in spring makes Xiaoying grow up, and the rain in summer makes plums plump. At noon, dense trees and wine covered the round shady ground. Low-lying, close to the mountains, clothes are always baked with fireworks when they are wet. Man is a carefree and happy silent crow. Outside the bridge, the newly rising green water surges and splashes. For a long time, leaning against the railing, Huang Wei and bitter bamboo were everywhere, as if I had been banished to Jiujiang. Year after year. Just like the social swallows from spring to autumn, they wander in the desert wasteland and live in the long eaves. Regardless of my fame and achievements, I am still happy and often sit in front of a bottle. I, a tired and haggard wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River, can no longer bear to listen to the exciting and complicated orchestra. Next to the Song Banquet, put a pillow for me so that I can sleep at will when I am drunk.
1, the shadow of Jiawu is clear and round.
2. Humble: low.
3. Furnace: Smoker, used to burn incense and moisture.
4, black dragonfly: generally refers to birds.
5. New green: refers to rivers.
6. Doubt (Ni Sandiao): general analogy.
7. Yellow deer and bitter bamboo: Bai Juyi's trip to pipa: living in the low temperature by the Minjiang River, the house is full of bitter reeds and yellowed rushes. Being close to Betty Hill means that the place you live is very similar to that where Bai Juyi lived when he lived in Jiangzhou.
8. Swallows living in groups: Swallows fly in spring and return in autumn, hence the name. (Society: Two days of offering sacrifices to the land gods in the Spring and Autumn Period. )
9. vast sea: desert. This refers to distant and remote places.
10, send: delegate.
1 1, rafters: long rafters.
12, external: refers to fame and fortune.
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Zhou Bangyan was a great master of Ci in the late Northern Song Dynasty. Because of his deep understanding of temperament, he created many slow words, which can be described in detail and vividly regardless of scenery or lyric. The composition is changeable, the density is alternating and the brushwork is extremely horizontal. Wang Guowei's admiration for Lao Du in his ci is really not a compliment. This paper analyzes his poem Man Ting Fang, which can be seen as follows:
Zhou Bangyan was appointed as a native of Lishui (now Lishui County, Jiangsu Province) on 1093 (the eighth year of Yuan You of Zhe Zong) at the age of 37. Wuxiang Mountain is located in the south of Lishui County, and there is Han Xizai Reading Hall in Wuxiang Temple (a Zen Temple) on the mountain. A monk's poem in Zeng Zeng Temple in Han Dynasty: I don't want to go far, and the mountain screen is open all around. The teacher led the crane and waited for my laurel. Medicine should be picked according to time, and pine trees should be planted around the house. Nymphs are more prosperous than Liu Lei. This shows the mountain's thoughtless seclusion. Zheng thinks that Wunian Mountain is the name of Bangyan, but it is not.
The first part is all the scenery of early summer in Jiangnan, which is extremely fine; The following films are lyrical and tortuous, and the composition is completely transformed by Liu Ci. The third sentence of the wind means that Xiaoying has grown up and plums are strong. Du Mu has a saying that the young swallows are old when the wind blows, and Du Fu has a saying that the rain flower is red and plum blossom is fat, all of which say that wind and rain give birth to everything. The two antitheses are neat, and both the old word and the fat word use adjectives as verbs, which is extremely vivid. At noon, the sun shines directly and the shade is graceful, just as Liu Yuxi said: In the afternoon, the shade is positive and the pavilion is alone by the pond. Round characters depict the image of green trees. This word is the beauty of scenery that the author wrote and heard in Wuxiang Mountain.
Betty's two sentences are mutually inherited. Write about Lishui's special environment with low terrain and close to mountains. It's raining heavily and the trees are dense. This is the Huangmei season. The so-called plum blossom rain makes clothes wet everywhere and smokes them for a long time. It takes a long time to tell the story of wet clothes. The wetter and wetter it is, the more you pay for cigarettes. The word "one fee" has both particularity and generality.
According to Chen Yuanlong's note: Du Fu's poem "Kite Music in Jason Wu". This version of Du Ji has no such language. It is precisely because the empty mountain is lonely that we can realize the leisurely mode of kite. The word "Zi" is vivid, and the freedom to draw birds is enviable, but it also reflects one's own depressed mood. Zhou Ci's "Cold Window" says: I thought that peaches and plums in Dongyuan were spring, and using the word "zi" also had infinite charm. Xiaoqiao sentence is still written statically. The water color is clear and the sound of splashing water indicates that there is a lot of rain, which is related to the lowliness and clothes embellishment mentioned above. When Bangyan ruled Lishui, there were many places of interest, such as Xinlongchi, Ancient Snake Pavilion, Dai Yuexuan and Xiaoxiantang.
Long-term commitment to the railing means that the scenery above is what you see when you look at it. At this point, the meaning of this word is further related to itself. In Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip, he used the words "I live near the river, which is low and wet, full of bitter reeds and rushes" to illustrate that his situation is similar to that of Bai Juyi's relegation. Doubt words should be copied from other books, and it is better to win with doubt.
Change your head every year, which is the rhyme in the sentence. "Yuefu Finger Fan" says: There are many rhymes in the words, which many people don't know, not just listening. When singing, the most important thing is that Ye Yun should film them. You can't bet on them for gossip. Another example is Fang, who is like a social swallow. Year rhymes and cannot be ignored. Three sentences sigh that life has experienced twists and turns. Here, the author compares himself to Yan, a social person who comes to the spring party and goes to the autumn party every year, wanders here from the vast sea of people in Mobei, and temporarily stays in the rafters of other people's homes, suggesting that his official feelings are like a rebellious journey.
And a few thoughts, to persuade people to put it down together and have fun, the meaning of the word is endless from Du Fu's thoughtful poems, reflected in the limited cup in front of it. A few words of haggard description, another turn around, exhausted Jiangnan guests, although trying to suppress their sadness, do not think about all kinds of troubles, but in front of them, it is difficult to add sadness. This profound and painful clumsy writing, heavy writing and great harmony are the characteristics of Zhou Ci.
The words next to the song banquet became a collection. Let me sleep when I'm drunk. In Tao Qian's words, if I get drunk first, I will tell the guests: I am drunk and want to sleep, so I can go. Li Bai also said that I was drunk and wanted to go to sleep. Here, the meaning is different. Song is a feast, guests enjoy themselves, get drunk and forget their worries, and do whatever they want Both can choose their own interests. The word "forgive me" is very euphemistic, suggesting that the author is carefree and can only drown his sorrows in wine.
Zhou Bangyan left Bianjing from 1087 (the second year of Yuan You) and lived in seclusion in Luzhou, Jingnan, Lishui and other places, so he lamented his life experience. This idea is also embodied in this word. But the word is characterized by implication, and the poet's inner activities are also vague. For example, the detailed description of the static scenery in the last film shows that the author's feelings about the surrounding scenery are subtle, seemingly extremely objective and purely appreciated; But after three long sentences, Bai Juyi, who was demoted to Jiangzhou, compared himself, and his inner contradictions and pains were also evident. But its expression is different from Pipaxing. Chen Tingzhuo said: Although it is sad, it is not intense, so don't forgive it when you are depressed. (Bai Yu Zhai Hua Ci) explains the difference between these two styles. In the next film, the writer's dilemma of living in another country is unfolded with a twist of the pen. He compared himself to a social swallow who sent rafters to repair temporarily, trying to drown his sorrows by drinking, but in the end he could only get a short-term peace of mind by getting drunk. The Selected Poems of Liaoyuan pointed out that it is difficult to write his mind without thinking about the end of the sentence, and the last sentence is better than words. This is better than language, and it is also implied.
Chen Sunzhen in Song Dynasty wrote "The Problem of Shu Lu in Jiezhizhai", saying: Muslim words are mostly found in Tang poetry, implicit in the law, natural, long in tune, excellent in narrative, rich and delicate. That's right. In other words, this poem uses the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi and Du Mu, and combines the true scenery and true feelings to refine words and cut sentences, making it seamless and continuous. It is really a rare masterpiece.