Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring
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!
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 similar year after year. (looking for similar works: only similar)
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. (falling moon: falling flowers)
Poetry appreciation
From the moment I wrote the poem, what precipitated was the author's state of mind. No matter how profound the accomplishments of future generations are, the historical overlap of feelings can really be explained. So, now I write this article, at best, I just dig out a little bit of my emotions and can't appreciate it. -inscription
The poetic criticism of Moonlit Night on the Spring River is rampant, and there are various versions on the Internet. If I concentrate on quoting it at this time, I probably can't escape the loneliness of picking people up, and I may even be suspected of plagiarism. So, forget it, just write down my understanding. The so-called word games, such as expressing one's wishes or cadence, should be left to those who have the ability to do it.
The moonlit night by the river is moderate in length, but I really made great efforts to integrate myself into the park. Reading poetry is the most taboo thing. Different people, different moods and different intonations may make the original artistic conception of poetry unrecognizable. It is not so easy to control each other's emotions between people. So I chose to copy, and I drifted between the lines all morning, and my feelings flooded without warning.
Zhang doesn't even know the font size. He was a drop in the bucket among the poets in the Tang Dynasty, but with this poem alone, he was "isolated, unique and for all". Moonlit Night on the Spring River belongs to Yuefu and has the usual feelings of Yuefu poetry. Songs and songs are the poet's sadness. The whole story is simple and plain, without any comments, and the image of a man standing on the river bank is vividly printed. I saw his hands behind his back, proudly looking up at the endless white waves, admiring the vastness of nature, his heart was empty, his eyes were as white as the sky, and what sadness was revealed.
"The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the moon is born on the sea." He is standing on the edge of the water, which is so big that he doesn't know where the coastline is. In the smoky wind, he saw the bright moon rolling sadly with the tide, as if he could not hear the loud noise of the waves and the whining of seabirds, creating his own undisturbed peace and beauty. Yes, Chunjiang has become his emotional destination to some extent, pinning his feelings on his beauty and giving us a wonderful replay of enchanting night by the way. The beauty of moonlight, in the poet's homesickness and sadness, is like a pearl in a clam, an extension and solidification of bitterness. When the poet saw "Wan Li drifting with the waves", the moonlight reflected and the water rippled, but suddenly he felt a psychological imbalance: Why is the moon cage thousands of miles away in spring, but I can't see the smoke on my roof when I look through the autumn water! Even Fangdian by the river is enviable because of the constant company of the river.
Or he suddenly found that the moon is actually as lonely as himself. The bright moon loves the riverside, but suffers from time and space. Day after day, it can only reflect the white water day and night, and never give up. Just like the poet himself, looking at this long water, I only hope to see the concern behind the jade curtain at home.
And "Who has seen the moon by the river?" When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? "The poet can't help but see the absolute disparity between man and heaven. The moon is one year old and one thousand years old, and has seen all the warmth in the world. However, the world is born with the moon, and she yearns for death, and she can't see through the mysteries of nature until she dies. However, he also said that "life is endless, handed down from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year". Human beings, time goes by like water, but they are endless. Looking at the moon in Wangjiang, you should be able to see it all one day. The poet's naive self-consolation is that "sorrow is greater than death in his heart", much like Li Bai's "Drinking for the Moon": today, people don't see Gu Yue, but this month, they took photos of the ancients. The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
The poet looked up and said, "There are people who take boats as guests, and there are people who go upstairs to hurt people", and they have their own unspeakable thoughts. He seemed to see the woman who also missed him tossing and turning in front of the "dressing table" at home, and the tenderness of the moonlight added to her sadness. That affectionate woman wants to "shine on you every month" with the bright moon, and she can flow to the right person in an instant. It's a pity that "the swan goose flies too long, and the ichthyosaur dives into the water to write". Looking up to the sky, the swan goose flies far away, but it can't fly out of the light and shadow of the moon, and it's futile to fly; Looking at the river, fish jumping into the deep water will only cause ripples, and jumping is useless. "; The ruler is in the intestines of the fish, deliberately leaning against the feet of the goose. "To send a letter for a long time fish goose, now can't convey the heart.
In fact, I have other understandings of "water writing". The poet's yearning, looking through the autumn water, has also become an illusion. He seemed to see the words of a book "Come from afar" in the water lines aroused by diving, and a worry spread on the water surface, and his feelings were as deep as water.
So much for the whole poem, so much for my passion. Almost aesthetic fatigue, the content behind it is not enough to make me fascinated.
The moon is slanting in the west, the sea fog is born, Xiaoxiang Jieshi, and the trees in the mountains and rivers are shaking. Take the word "shake" as the last point of view. "Moonlight shakes, trees dance, people shake, the moon shakes, trees shake, people shake." The poet stood by the river until late at night, and the river wind suddenly rose. He watched the trees dancing on the shore, as if responding to his thoughts instead of others, or because the branches were heavily covered with his thoughts, his heart began to throb unconsciously and he could never calm down. I have to accept this pen.