1, Li Bai, who is difficult to get through the Shu Road
Whoa, whoa, whoa! High risk! It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei. Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. Green clay mountain is made up of many circles! Every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We wonder if this road to the west will never end, and the terrible road ahead is getting darker and darker, even darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Even hearing it makes your cheeks pale. The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys. Faced with many dangers, why did you come all the way? Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? . There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night. With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon. The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky, and it is difficult to squint at the west.
Shu Dao Nan is Li Bai's most romantic masterpiece. This poem was written by Li Baichu when he came to Chang 'an in the early years of Tianbao, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. "Difficulties in Shu Road" is an ancient theme of Yuefu. He developed a rich imagination about it, focused on describing the wonderful and breathtaking mountains and rivers on Qin Shu Road, and revealed some worries and worries about society. It is said that he sighed when reading "Difficult Road to Shu": "I am also a fairy." Shu Dao Nan can be said to be Li Bai's masterpiece and a masterpiece.
2, "Short Songs" 1, Cao Cao
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over.
A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.
As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off.
The weirder, the more useless. Talk about the banquet and miss the old grace.
There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on?
The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep. The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.
Cao Cao, (155 ~ 220), namely Wei Wudi, was an outstanding politician, strategist, writer and poet in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. In literature, under the impetus of Cao Cao and his son, Jian 'an literature represented by Cao Cao (Cao Cao, Cao Pi and Cao Zhi) was formed, which was called Jian 'an style in history and left a glorious stroke in the history of literature. Zhong Rong of the Southern Dynasties wrote a poem "Poetry", which evaluated poets and distinguished grades, putting Cao Cao's poems at a disadvantage. However, Cao Cao's poems have a shocking power, which makes countless heroes fall in love with each other crazily.
"Short songs" is an old topic in Han Yuefu, which belongs to "harmony and flat tone". In other words, it was originally the name of a piece of music. Now, of course, I don't know how to sing this kind of music. This poem is one of Cao Cao's representative works. In his poems, he expressed his great ambition of recruiting talents and making contributions. Written in four words, the content is profound, solemn and elegant, full of emotion.
3. The Story of Pipa by Bai Juyi
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering outside, unhappy, and fighting in the rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are called pipa xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is thought-provoking, and every note is thought-provoking. It seems that he is not satisfied with his life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Bai Juyi (772 ~ 846), a famous poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, Han nationality, was named Lotte, a Buddhist in Xiangshan, and was a good Buddha in his later years, so he was called Shi Fo, also known as Lotte Buddhist. Bai Juyi is a famous poet and writer with far-reaching influence in the history of China literature. Known as the "poet demon" and "poet king". His poems have a wide influence in China, Japan and Korea, and he is the leader of the "New Yuefu Movement". He wrote many poems in his life, among which allegorical poems are the most famous, and the language is easy to understand, so he is called "the eloquent old woman". Narrative poems such as Pipa Xing and Song of Eternal Sorrow are very famous!
This poem is very artistic. First, he combined the thoughts and feelings of the singer and the singer, saying that you are talking about me and I am talking about you. The poet thinks that they are "neither of us is happy-until the end of time"; Secondly, the technique of writing scenery and music in the poem is superb, closely combined with writing life experiences and expressing sadness, and the atmosphere is consistent, so that the work is immersed in a sad and sad atmosphere from beginning to end. Thirdly, the language of the work is vivid, strong in generalization and simple and flexible, so the whole poem is well-known and easy to recite. For example, "However, before she came to us, we called for it a thousand times and urged it a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us"; "Don't feel dark and hate life, and speak more in silence than in voice"; "We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " , and so on are beautiful and moving sentences!
4. Yong Yule Jingkou Gu Beiting nostalgic Xin Qiji
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, Jin Ge was an iron horse.
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
All belong to the uninhibited school. Compared with Su Shi, Xin Qiji is less broad-minded and heroic and more tragic. "The river that never returns, the waves wash away all the romantic figures of the ages", "Flying stones fly over the air, crashing on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow", how heroic and magnificent! This is what Xin Qiji can't do. Although the tone of the whole poem is bold, it is full of sadness and melancholy. In the last "A Mountain Through the Ages", the sentence was bold and straightforward, but "The hero is nowhere to be found" was changed and the tone was lowered. This poem is the masterpiece of Xin Qiji, a bold poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and one of the best patriotic poems. It has been praised by later generations, and some even call it the first of symplectic words. Yang Shen said in Ci Pin: "The new ci should be based on the Song of Eternal Sorrow written by Gubeiting in Jingkou".
5, "Drinking" Tao Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Tao Yuanming (about 365 ~ 427), whose name is Ming, changed his name to Qian in his later years. Chai Sang, a native of Jiujiang (now Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province), was a poet, lyricist and essayist at the end of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty. Related works include Drinking, Peach Blossom Garden, Biography of Mr. During the Southern Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's literary position was not recognized as it should be, but his poetry and prose works spread more and more widely and influenced more and more. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, more and more poets liked Tao Yuanming's poems and praised him more and more. Su Shi said in The Book with Su Zhe that "I am not very good with poets, only good and profound poems are not many, but their poems are qualitative and realistic, only comparable to Cao, Liu, Bao, Xie, Li and Du Fu". It is unfair for Su Dongpo to put Tao poetry above Li Bai and Du Fu, but he summed up the artistic style of Tao poetry with the words "quality and reality, wealth and reality", which is still very accurate. Tao Yuanming's immortal poems and Tao Yuanming's "great virtue" have influenced the thoughts and creations of several generations of literati such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Dongpo and Xin Qiji. He made inestimable contributions to the development and prosperity of China literature.
This is the fifth of the twenty songs in Drinking. The main purpose of poetry is to show the poet's thinking process of understanding the "true meaning" by using the theory of "forgetting the image with pride" in Wei and Jin metaphysics, which is full of rational interest. The first four sentences are as simple as spoken English, but in fact, the structure is very close. The first sentence is plain, the second sentence is a turning point, the third sentence is a question, and the fourth sentence is an answer. Gaoming has no hard artificial traces in this structure. The reader's thoughts are unconsciously guided by the author to the fourth sentence. No wonder even Wang Anshi, whose words are sharp, is filled with emotion: since there was a poet, there have been no such four sentences!
6, "Climbing the Heights" Du Fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
This is a seven-character poem that best represents the desolation, vastness and momentum in Du Fu's poems. The first two couplets are about climbing mountains to see the scenery, while the last two couplets express the feelings of climbing mountains. Choosing scenery with emotion and embedding scenery with emotion fully expresses the poet's complex feelings of wandering for many years, worrying about the country and hurting the time, and being sick and lonely. But Gao Shuang's style is majestic, generous, vigorous and high-spirited, which is unique in ancient and modern times.
This metrical poem is very special Its four rhymes are all right, and the first two sentences are self-correcting. It can be said that "every sentence has a rhythm, and every sentence has a rhythm." As far as landscape description is concerned, there are meticulous descriptions (the first part), which describe the shape, sound, color and state of six kinds of scenery, such as wind, sky, ape, island, sand and bird. Each scene has only one word description, but it is vivid, refined and vivid; There are a lot of freehand brushwork couplets, which convey the charm of autumn. It is no wonder that Hu Yinglin's poems in the Ming Dynasty say that the whole poem is "56 words", such as coral on the sea floor, which is thin and hard to name, unfathomable, but brilliant and powerful. There was no one before, and there was no one after, but it was Du Fu's poems that spoke, not Tang poetry. However, this poem should be the first of the seven laws in ancient and modern times, not necessarily the first in the Tang Dynasty. "
7. "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
At the same time, Ma Zhiyuan was a master of Sanqu and Sanqu in Yuan Dynasty. Now there are more than 30 Sanqu/kloc-0, and his landscape works, such as Qiu Si, are picturesque and memorable. This is Ma Zhiyuan's famous song, and 28 calligraphy and paintings show a lonely place. This song is heartbroken. The author's lyrical motivation can be seen from the title. This poem by Ma Zhiyuan, in just 28 words, has profound meaning, exquisite structure, ups and downs, cadence and sonorous rhyme, and penetrates the soul. Its radiant artistic charm has fascinated many literati and poets in ancient and modern times. The implication in the song is not only "the wonder of the quatrains in the Tang Dynasty" ("Shi Shuo Xin Yu"), but also the beautiful and elegant nature of the Song Ci, which has always been regarded as a masterpiece describing nature and can be called "the ancestor of Qiu Si" ("Zhongyuan Rhyme").
8. A Moonlit Night on the Spring River
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
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 only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
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.
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.
Zhang (about 660-720) was born in Yangzhou (now Yangzhou, Jiangsu). He, Zhang Xu and Bao Rong are also called "four sons of Wuzhong". His poems are exquisite in description, harmonious in syllables, beautiful and elegant, and rich in emotion, which plays an important role in the transformation of poetic style in the early Tang Dynasty. However, influenced by the gentle poetic style of the Six Dynasties, it often reveals the feeling of impermanence in life. There are many scattered poems, and there are only two poems in the whole Tang Dynasty. One of them is "A Moonlit Night on a Spring River", which is a masterpiece through the ages and has the reputation of "one poem overwhelms the whole Tang Dynasty".
A Moonlit Night on the Spring River follows the old theme of Sui Chen Yuefu, expressing sincere and touching feelings of parting and philosophical understanding of life. The language is fresh and beautiful, and the rhythm is melodious, which completely washes away the thick powder of palace poems, giving people a clear, ethereal and natural feeling. In his poems, Zhang combined painting and poetry with his observation of the mysteries of the universe and his philosophy of life, creating a delicate and thorough poetic scene. In the clear poetic realm, there is a touch of sadness. Poets integrate real life experience into beautiful images, and the combination of poetic sentiment and artistic conception shows that the creation of artistic conception of Tang poetry has entered a perfect stage. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" was written in the style of "Xizhou", which was unique and was really for everyone. Li He and Shang Yin are fresh and moist; As its tributaries, Song poetry and Yuan poetry show their extraordinary lofty status and infinite far-reaching influence. In this poem, "Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the tide", "There is no dust over the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky", "I don't know each other at this time, and I hope the moon will shine on you", and "I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the moon will shake the trees all over the river" are all beautiful sentences with delicate descriptions and scenes.
9. Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.
Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.
If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.
Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.
But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.
There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.
Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.
... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her.
Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.
The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.
The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.
Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .
Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ?
Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.
Autumn grass in Xigong Nanyuan, with red leaves piled up on the steps.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *?
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
But your heart is as strong as gold. Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
As an immortal narrative poem, Song of Eternal Sorrow has a high artistic achievement. Throughout the ages, many people have affirmed the special artistic charm of this poem. What infected and seduced readers with the art of Song of Eternal Sorrow? Touching, I am afraid, is its greatest artistic personality, and it is also the power that it can attract readers, make them infected and tempted for thousands of years. The characteristic of songs is that they don't pay attention to meter, which makes the poet's creative interest come. Expressing feelings, the number of sentences is unlimited, which can be said to be a "freestyle" poem with neat sentences.
10, Jingyesi, Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
Now you ask any passer-by, "What poem can you write? Read a poem. " The answer is this. As long as there are people from the Tang Dynasty in the world, people will read this poem. As far as reading is concerned, this poem can be said to be the first poem by China. This poem ranks a little lower, because the original poem was revised in Ming and Qing Dynasties, and now it is a well-known version. Just 20 words is not enough to express the depth and beauty of China culture.