Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!
In the first four sentences, the interlaced landscape of two spring rivers, two bright moons, two tides and two seas immediately brings people into a magical beauty.
A wonderful realm. And the last sentence, and laid the groundwork for the whole description of Jiang Yue.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
Readers can see that in the second group, the poet wrote about the obscurity of the first month, and in the third group, he wrote about the brightness of the high moon and thought about ancient love. "Chunjiang?
Who saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? "Faced with this round of Jiang Yue, the poet fell into deep thinking, full of emotion and confusion. We'll talk later
The great poet Li Bai "When will there be a moon in the sky? I want to stop and ask ",and Su Shi" When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. "
Sentence, just a copy of this sentence. The opening sentence of the fourth group is similar to Liu Xiyi's famous sentence "Year".
Years and flowers are similar, but years and people are different. Zhang lamented that Jiang Yue was long, his life was short, and he felt the scenery.
Again, life is easy to get old, how similar the two are! Here, the overlap of the moon, people and rivers has a kind of syllable beauty and rhythm.
The beauty of the law is intermittent, and the flying silk is connected, giving people a sense of grandeur. This poetic language form created by poets later developed into
China's poems, as the "thimble-shaped body" in Sanqu and folk songs, still have their moving shadows.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
The most amazing thing is that this piece of white clouds comes and goes leisurely, making thousands of valleys and valleys fly across the river, from the beautiful scenery of Jiangyue to the wild.
Pubianzhou and Yue Ming Loutou lead to the theme of leaving people to complain about their wives. Some people have a lot of criticisms about the theme of this poem, but they don't know that the China calendar has been going on for thousands of years.
Historically, men either served in the corvee military service or rushed for a living, leaving people complaining about their wives. This is the reality of life at the bottom of society. Aihe
Acacia is the eternal theme of human literature, which can't be avoided by any generation. It was not until the mid-1960 s and 1970 s that it really escaped.
China's "Eight Model Operas". In the model operas, except for "Taking the Tiger Mountain Outward", Li Yongqi's wife was shot and killed by bandits as soon as she appeared, a total of eight.
There are no more lovers or lovers in the play. And such a poem, such a bright moon, what theme is better than writing it to leave a bitter wife?
Even better? Only resentment, yearning, crying, complaining and other lovesickness feelings deserve such a sad moon, and only pure feelings can make it high.
The moon is brighter. Such a large-scale transformation is as ingenious and amazing as a stroke of genius. On such a bright moon
Whose wanderer floats on the boat at night, and where is his home? Who is standing in the distance like the bright moon and thinking of her?
What about the homeless man? In just two sentences, I wrote about divorce and resentment, and I have been holding on to it. Then sent eight sentences to describe the dissatisfied housewife:
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
The bright moon on the floor always lingers in the eyes of a dissatisfied wife and shines on the mirror of the dresser, which is already lazy. On the moonlit night, sadness is even more haunting, making people
I can't send away the bright moon, and the curtain shines on the anvil, not to mention that the curtain doesn't roll up and brush. At this time, people who travel far can only
In yearning, they can only look forward to each other and can't rely on each other to tell. Even if there is no amount of lovesickness, he can't hear it. How much do I want?
Fly to him with the moonlight in this cage and shine on him! But even if you fly as high as Hongyan, you can't lift this lonely building.
Acacia on his head and the bright moon brought him, what's more, only fish in the spring river jumped in the waves and stirred up several eddies! A few words, dissatisfied with his wife's departure.
Hatred has been written to the extreme. Then, with a change of pen, he sent eight sentences to write about the wanderer in the distance:
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
The dream suddenly fell last night, and the spring was half broken, but the day of returning home is still far away. The river keeps running, wave after wave.
Run to the sea again, as if to take spring away. Hechi reflects the bright moon and has unconsciously tilted to the west. The slanting moon gradually disappeared.
Sea fog, at this time, how many wanderers are still rushing home in the north and south and Jieshi Xiaoxiang, and how many disgruntled women are still echoing in Qian Shan.
Missing? The night is gloomy, and the moonlight is like water. I don't know how many people rushed home in this bright moon, but I can only look at this boat.
I miss my relatives far away, watching the pictures of the river still and the sunset, dyeing the flowers by the river so sad that all kinds of human feelings are spent there.
The trees are swaying and pervading. In this charming artistic conception, the whole article ends, the love pen is full of flowers, and the sound is lingering.
Readers can see in the poems that the theme of Jiang Heyue has been repeatedly expanded and deepened. Chunjiang, Liujiang, Jiangtian, Binjiang,
Rivers, ponds and trees have complex shapes and scenery, including bright moon, solitary moon, river moon, early moon, falling moon, moon tower, moonlight and moonlight.
Light and color, through ingenious combination with spring, night, flowers and people, form a colorful and blurred picture of jathyapple riverside. poetic sentiment
People are not confined to a round of rivers and moons, but run through a complex human emotion. Whether it's a bright early moon or a bright high moon.
Is it the blurred lingering between the oblique moon and the oblique moon, or the wandering of the early moon, the clear shadow of the moon in the mirror, the inclination of the moon in the curtain, and the flow of the anvil last month?
One is unpretentious. Writing a bright moon so elegant and breathtaking is not only a masterpiece, but also should be
This is a masterpiece. From the Book of Songs to Zhang, in this thousand years, no one has written such a beautiful moon. Zaishi
In the form of songs, the folk songs of the Southern Dynasties and the melody of Qi Liang, after years of brewing and development, reached Zhang's hands, as if they were later refined.
The sudden appearance of strange light, language rhythm and formal skills, and the layout of description are all perfectly combined. Can't be found in the development of poetry
In the early Tang Dynasty, "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" itself was like a bright moon, which lit up the road and gave birth to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Magnificence of poetic country. After Zhang, more than a thousand years have passed, and still no one can render that night like this.
To, after vicissitudes of life, poetry is immortal, Jiang Yue still exists.