Poetry about stepping on a song 1. A poem about stepping on a song to say goodbye.
1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. (Farewell the viceroy to his post in Shu) II. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
(Li Bai: "Send a friend" 3. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
(Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Twenty Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain at night Wu, Fujian in Chushan. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows a gentleman.
(Gao Shi: "Not Big") 7. Thousands of feet in Taohuatan is not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
(Li Bai: Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou) 9. We watched him go east through the wheel tower door, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Cen Can: Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home in a Song of Snow) 10. Outside Changting, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.
A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell") I advise you to have a drink and go out for no reason. Interviewee: Qingfeng is tired of drifting-Level 4 1 1-30 20:09 Farewell to Tang. I dismounted to propose a toast to you. I asked you where you were going and why.
You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
Chengwei Qutang Wangwei, also known as "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores Xi", is drizzling and dusty in Chengwei, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Thousands of trees reach the sky, and thousands of azaleas crow. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
When money falls off the list, there should be no hermit when Tang was in power, and wise people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's fate that you can't get into the Golden Horse Gate. Who says I'm wrong? You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing.
We also bid farewell to the wine on the outskirts of Chang' an, and our bosom friends will be separated from me now. You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
The trees in the distant mountains cover your shadow, and the sunset is beautiful and colorful. When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
Farewell to Tang Libai, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
On the way to see Meng Haoran off to Yangzhou, an old friend of Tang Li Bai said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Farewell to your friend Tang Libai at Jingmen Ferry. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Through this wall of Sanqin and a layer of fog, Du Shaofu was appointed as the Tang King of Zhou Shu. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Farewell Wei sang farewell to Youzi, and the river was first frosted last night. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
The dawn in Guancheng urged the cold, and the garden at dusk accelerated the pace of washing. This is Chang 'an Entertainment Center, where the years are wasted? .
Farewell, my friend Chen Tang. In April, the yellow wheat fields were blown by the south wind, and the jujube flowers had not faded, and the leaves of Laka had grown. The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.
Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with your dragon beard, tiger eyebrows and your big forehead. You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.
East Gate sells wine and drinks my Cao, as light as a feather. You lie down, slightly drunk, forgetting the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high and lonely clouds.
The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail. People from Zheng can't go home, and people from Luoyang sigh with disappointment.
I heard about many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? . "Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling was cold and rainy, and Wu and Fujian were lonely at night.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Don't go to the Tang Dynasty, thousands of miles away in Cen Can and Huang Yun. During the day, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Send Li Duantang to Lulun, by my old door, in the yellow grass, we are still wandering and feel uncomfortable.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
Hide your face and cry, where does the dust go? Is it raining all the way from Tang, Wei and Chu in Zhou Li? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing.
The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain.
Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river. The Tang dynasty sent people to the east to see the yellow leaves of Wen, and you insisted on giving up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
When can we meet again and have a hangover? After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. In Yulin Ridge, Liu Yong was cold and miserable, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Breaking the array, to send Qi Ji, to give Chen Tongfu strong words, drunk watching the sword, dreaming of blowing horns.
Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death. Interviewee: Scholar HJFHHQ-/KOOC-0/4/KOOC-0/-30 20:/KOOC-0/6 Cultural background of friendship farewell poems/KOOC-0/. Confucian ethics: five ethics: father and son, monarch and minister, husband and wife, brother and friend 2. The historical background of writing poetry: "It was a long time before I met her, but it was longer after we separated", and poetry was mostly used for parting between friends. Words are mostly used to say goodbye to men and women. Section two: farewell poems before Tang Dynasty. The third section: the farewell poem "Farewell to Du DuDu's appointment to Shu" in the Tang Dynasty. Wang Bo, across the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers, we bid farewell to each other sadly. We two officials run counter to each other. However, when China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Why do you wander at the fork in the road, and their children are stained with towels?
2. What is the meaning of "stepping on a song" in ancient poetry?
When singing, take your feet as the rhythm.
Pinyin: [tà gü]
BACKGROUND: China ancient dance originated from the folk, rose in the Han Dynasty and became more popular in the Tang Dynasty.
Poetry: Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard someone singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
I was about to get on the boat and untie the cable when I heard melodious singing from the shore.
Look at Taohuatan. Even though thousands of feet is deep, how can I be as grateful as Wang Lun?
* * * The same characteristics: collectivity, participants form a circle or line up, holding hands or shouldering each other, with little upper body movements, mainly the change of foot steps, singing and dancing.
3. Red Dust Poetry
The common name of the world of mortals, the original meaning of the world of mortals in ancient times refers to the bustling city. The poem comes from Xi Du Fu written by Ban Gu, a writer and historian in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Refers to the bustling secular life in this world. From the dirt road in the past, the dust raised after the chariots and horses is a metaphor for the road to fame and fortune.
Young and frivolous, playing the piano, laughing at the world of mortals.
Play with the clouds and sing the shadow of the castle peak and the east fence.
Smile, may the world of mortals smile proudly.
Looking around, Jiangshan has a dream.
Unfinished infatuation, feelings, gratitude and resentment.
Do not seek fame and fortune.
I just want to grow old together.
Fate is hard and eternal.
One night's dream of spring shames the beauty.
White hair tip
The sea has no end.
Chaolai Chao Wang
How many memories of the world of mortals have been swept away?
Looking up, everything is gone like the wind.
Wave, grace, grace and resentment all turn into a wisp of dust.
Who is heartbroken?
Lonely sails drag the world of mortals,
Time flies and fireflies grow very deep.
Autumn wind in Jiangnan in July,
Don't open the door everywhere.
At the beginning of Liu Yuxi's poem "Looking at Peach Blossoms in Du Xuan", it is a very famous poem.
The purple world of mortals came to my face,
No one can't see the back of flowers;
Du Xuan Guanli Peach Thousand Trees,
It's all Liu Lang's failure.
Purple world of mortals: purple world: a path full of flowers and plants in the country; Red dust: flying dust. Dust is not a red word. The purple world of mortals is the pastoral scenery in the poem, and then it extends the meaning of prosperity and glitz.
1. When the world of mortals meets, raise the golden whip. -"A brief encounter" Don Li Bai
2. The world of mortals goes against the current, and you live by the blue water. -"The Son of Tea" Song Yan Dao Ji
The sunset is red and dusty. Cars and horses are chaotic. -"Three-day Qushui Banquet in Changshan Lake" Don Chen Ziang
4. The boat is swimming in the water, and the column is full of red dust. -"Boating Zheng Qing into Beijing" Don Du Shen Yan
There is a piece of red dust floating on the floor, and the color is not fresh. -"Newly Planted Lotus in Jingzhaofu" Tang Bai Juyi
6. Overlooking 12 Street, there is red dust among the green trees. -"Deng Le Wang Yu" Tang Bai Juyi
7. The wine is white at dusk, and the horse enters the world of mortals. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Twelve Luo Yang Road Works in the Same Store"
8. Laugh away from the world of mortals, and the old will be rejuvenated. -"Shu" Don Mutu
9. The red dust covers the crane, and the willows brush the dragon media. -Don Liang Zi's "Watching Gong Chao's Eight Rhymes in the Spring Festival Evening"
10. Sword red horse is full of red dust. -"Liu Sheng" Don Yang Jiong
4. Poetry about reincarnation
1, a banana lamp laughs at reincarnation.
2, a melancholy snow in Donglan, life is clearly seen.
3. The clouds are sad and the stars are far away from the moon; Heaven and earth are separated, and fate keeps circulating.
Today, people have never seen the ancient moon, but this month they took pictures of the ancients. The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
5, the moon is full of ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is old and difficult.
6, things are people, not everything, white clouds will never fly without him. version
7. On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
8. I believe in the cycle of life and death, so I am not afraid of death. I believe in eternity, because life will be reborn in the world of reincarnation!
9. Who is carefully arranging the repetition in tomorrow's story cycle?
10, the windmill circulates in the songs of the four seasons every day, and I grow up in the poems of romantic love year after year.
1 1, there is love in the world of mortals, and there is no fear of reincarnation.
12, I want to know the karma of previous lives, and the recipient of this life is; To know the fruit of the afterlife, the writer in this life is.
13, flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year.
14, last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights, and the willow shoots were on the moon, and people were about after dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I didn't see the right person last year, and Man Chun's shirt sleeve was in tears.
5. Poetry about time.
1. Still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.
You can live happily, but you have no regrets when you die.
4. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.
The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.
6. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.
7. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
8. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
9. Change your life with my three fireworks.
10. I am young, and I am young.
1 1. Long strip with countless fireworks. You look back with the light.
6. Farewell poems
"To Wang Lun" Don Li Bai
Li Bai will want to travel by boat,
Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet,
Not as good as Wang Lun.
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To Wang Lun is a famous farewell poem. The poem first describes the scene that Li Bai is about to leave by boat. Wang Lun saw him off with a song, which expressed the simple and sincere feelings of an ordinary villager to the poet very simply and naturally. The last two poems are handy. They praise the profundity of the Peach Blossom Pond with "deep thousands of feet" first, and then change the word "less than" to turn the intangible friendship into a tangible thousands of feet Pond with contrast, vividly expressing Wang Lun's sincere and profound friendship for himself. The language of the whole poem is fresh and natural, and the imagination is rich and strange, which makes people memorable.