Five Dynasties: Li Xun
Spring comes and the night is quiet, and the sorrow is sparse. Jade hall is empty, fine mist hangs beads, and light smoke drags green.
For flowers, Mochizuki Ayumu slowly became affectionate. Where is Liu Ruan today? Never make a reservation!
To annotate ...
(1) Many immortals live in caves, which Taoism calls caves.
⑵ Yutang-the temple where immortals live. Jin Geng explained "Poems of Wandering Immortals": "Shenshan covers Xiao Dan, Yutang faces the snowy mountains."
(3) The second sentence of fine fog means that in the mist and light smoke, I saw fairy beads flashing and jadeite floating.
(4) Liu Ruan-Liu Chen, Ruan Zhao. Generally refers to the lover you miss.
5] Never come to the book-it means that Liu Ruan has gone and didn't even send a letter.
Comment and analysis
Although this poem is about a female Taoist, she is also beautiful ("the mist drops pearls, the light smoke drags the green pleats") and affectionate ("the love for flowers, Mochizuki Ayumu slowly"). She is also full of longing for life and love ("Where is Liu Ruan today? Never make a reservation! " )。 All these reveal some pathological phenomena in feudal society from the side.
Lyrics of "Running to the Moon"
Maybe it's because it's been too long,
There will be a dull pain in my heart,
Attached to the surface of thought.
I am well aware of the cause, development and ending of the matter.
I just can't accept the fact,
Life is like this,
It was already dark when many people were waiting for work.
Thankfully, when you look up, there is always a bright moon.
The city is therefore full of vitality,
I gradually recovered myself,
Accepted empathy.
The story brought by the season does not need lighting rendering.
There is no trace.
The quarrel next door is still going on,
Lift the curse,
You are silent in front of me.
There are no birds in the sky,
It's like my world has become a desolate Gobi.
There are no birds in the sky,
My wings make me doubt the world,
The moon on the roof of the office building suddenly hit my feet.
Vision is just dust.
There are clear human footprints on it,
Metal fragments,
Chang 'e's coat.
I'll put it back,
Because more becomes a burden.
The moon is the moon after all,
Whether it is a city or a place, there are many stories to tell.
Maybe there is something else,
Cold, charming, weird,
It always keeps people awake at night.
I'm always a little nondescript in front of you,
It often leads others to laugh and cry.
I never talk about today or the future in front of you,
Because I was always guilty there.
You are different,
You always have a nine-color halo,
Or dotted with stars
No one can stop you,
Apart from the heavy traffic,
Except my burden.
Before one night comes,
You dial someone's cell phone, and the ringing is harsh.
No matter where you come from, this city needs no comments.
Every time you make a special note.
Invite new friends to the weekend party,
At the coffee shop on the corner.
I think I'll be late,
It will be late,
Everyone's criticism, consciously or unconsciously.
People always have things to do in a limited time.
Everyone is in a hurry.
Many vehicles form a long chain and walk in sequence.
The taillights are on.
You sit by the French window and look at the strange scenery built by human beings.
Stand still.
A huge outdoor advertisement, a picture of a perfect face with a faint rouge,
The old beggar standing at the bottom holds a beautiful and fragile glass vase in his hand.
Occasionally, strange figures of stray cats will flash.
Disappear without a trace.
Its soul is heavily in debt,
The past time is condensed into missing.
Until late at night,
There are many bright stars hanging like a curtain in the sky, and there are also bright moons.
All its stories are as many as its secrets,
Also listed in order.
You always refuse to explain your habits,
Unique words or true arguments.
Over the city,
When the city has no direction, everyone hangs in the air.
In the noisy sea of people,
People who escape from the dark vortex are like tiny duckweeds.
It hangs on the left side of a building, watching your every move coldly.
It's just that you've never seen it with fiery eyes.
I infiltrated too early, trying to escape in time, just like you,
There is no anger in my heart,
It is like an artificially planted grass, which grows feebly in the dim moonlight.
The bare branches of Sophora japonica tightly hold the huge commercial transformer,
Just like you and I always hide in a remote corner.
Maybe at midnight,
The bright lights of the city confirm its prosperity.
Black and white vehicles and flying butterflies are still flowing on the road.
When I turned around inadvertently, you turned around and swallowed the stolen or cheated Dan medicine.
There are no white doves over the city.
The lost crow and sparrow.
You leave the ground as if it were flapping its huge wings and stretching its long sleeves.
The ground of the city,
Hard and textured; Your face is on the surface of the moon
Your departure will not lighten its burden,
Will not lighten my burden.
You will change because you leave in a hurry,
Completely change my impression.
Many people are still sighing and working overtime until late at night.
Maybe all night.
You can see them,
When you turn around and open the curtains.
Write lyrics by borrowing scenery.
Write lyrics by borrowing scenery.
1, night parking near Fengqiao
Tang zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
2, "Silent Night Thinking"
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
3. Wang Yue
Don du fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
4. "Untitled"
Don
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
5. Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.
Tang Libai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
6. Night parking on Jiande River
Tang Meng Hao ran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
7. Ling
Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
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 and Xiaofeng are dying.
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.
9. Go to Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
10, Water Regulation
Song sushi
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
1 1, moonlight on the riverside
Don Zhang Xu Ruo
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
Going with the flow for thousands of miles, where is there no moonlight 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 Jiangyue is only similar year after year;
I want to know who Jiang Yue treats. But see the Yangtze River send 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 did nothing in Tan Meng, but poor Chunban didn't show off.
In spring, the river flows away and the moon falls on the river.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. The falling moon shook the trees by the river.
12 letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang
Tang Meng Hao ran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
13, an autumn night in the mountains
Don
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
14, autumn serenade
Don
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
15, midnight Qiu Ge
Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
16 "Qiu Lai Denglan Mountain" Zhang
Tang Meng Hao ran
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
17, autumn night
Dondum
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
18, Mid-Autumn Moon
Tang Bai Juyi
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?
After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
19, Su Curtain
Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves,
The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.
The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, chasing the thoughts of travel,
Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.
Mingyue Building rests on its own,
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
20. Fisherman's pride
Song Fan Zhongyan
Qiu Lai has different scenery,
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.
The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
lyrics
lyrics
1, to the oak tree
Shu Ting
If I love you,
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort for many years;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms, thunderbolts,
We like fog, clouds and rainbows.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
2. ode to poetry
Heine
I am a sword, I am a flame.
I shine on you in the dark,
When the fighting started,
I took the lead.
Walk at the head of the line.
I'm upside down around me
The body of my comrade in arms,
But we won.
We won,
But it's upside down
The body of my comrade-in-arms
In the triumphant song of cheering victory
There was a solemn song at the memorial service.
But we don't have time to be happy,
No time to mourn.
The horn sounded again,
A new battle has begun.
I am a sword, I am a flame.
3. Song of Independence
Tao Xingzhi
Drop your own sweat,
Eat your own food,
Do your own thing,
Depend on people, on the sky, on ancestors,
Not a hero!
4. Monument
Pushkin
I built an artificial monument for myself,
On the way there, the grass stopped growing.
It raises its head that refuses to turn its eyes,
Standing on the memorial pillar of Alexandria.
No, I won't die completely.
My soul is in the poems left behind,
Will live longer than my ashes and escape decay and extinction.
I will be immortal forever until there is only one poet left.
Living in this moonlight world.
My fame will spread throughout the great Russia,
All its existing languages will be named after me.
Whether they are descendants of proud Slavs or Finns,
Even now, they are savage Tunguses, their friends on the grassland, Kalmyks.
So I can always get close to people,
Because I use poetry to arouse people's goodwill,
In my cruel days, I sang the praises of freedom,
Pray for forgiveness and sympathy for those who have fallen.
Oh, Muse, listen to God's will,
Don't be afraid of insults and don't want to be crowned.
Praise and slander are calmly tolerated,
Let alone argue with stupid people.
5. Homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
6. Paper Boat for Mom
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
7.i love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the tender dawn from the forest.
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply.
8.light
Zhu ziqing
On a stormy night,
There is no one in front.
Out of the wilderness,
It's a human way.
Ah! There are many roads in the dark,
How can I get there?
Oh, my god Give me some light,
Let me run forward!
God panicked and said, light?
I have no place to find it for you!
You want light,
Build it yourself!
9. "Haiyun"
Xu zhimo
( 1)
Girl, single girls,
Why do you want to stay?
The seaside at dusk?
Girl, go home, girl!
Ah no; I'm not going home,
I like the night wind:
On the beach, in the twilight,
There is a girl who sends it.
Wander, wander.
(2)
Girls, girls who give,
Why are you hesitating?
In this desolate sea?
Girl, go home, girl!
Ah no; You listen to me sing,
Sea, I sing, you come:
Under the starlight, in the cool wind,
Gently swinging the girl's voice.
Sing high, sing low.
(3)
Girl, bold girl!
There was a shady day,
There was an evil storm in an instant.
Girl, go home, girl!
Ah no; Watch me dance in the air,
Learn from a seagull;
At night, on the beach,
Spinning a slim figure.
Dance, dance.
(4)
Listen, the anger of the sea,
Go home, girl!
Look, the sea is fluctuating like a wild animal.
Girl, go home, girl!
Ah no; Haibo, he won't swallow me,
I like the turbulence of the sea!
In the tides, in the waves,
Ah, a flustered girl is in Harmo.
Waste of time, waste of time.
(5)
Girl, where is it, girl?
Where's your loud voice?
Where is your graceful figure?
Where, ah, brave girl?
The night swallowed the starlight,
There is no light at this seaside;
The tide swallowed up the beach,
There are no more girls on the beach,
There are no more girls!
10, Canchun
Xu zhimo
Yesterday, the peach blossom was inserted obliquely in my bottle.
It is a blossoming smile hanging on the beauty's cheek;
Today they all bowed their heads and changed their faces:
Red and white bodies hung upside down on green stripes.
The wind and rain outside the window reported the fate of last spring.
This voice reminds me in the dark like a death knell:
So are the flowers in your life bottle.
Changed: gorgeous body, who will collect it?
1 1, bid farewell to Cambridge
Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
12, fugitive
Tagore
Leaf buds of goose yellow, piece by piece.
Dancing on the branches of the hill.
The grass is green and swaying,
The fragrance of falling flowers escaping.
In the morning,
My elk is in the hot sun.
It's beside the foam hedge.
Its playmates every day.
A little dog, from the mountains,
A gorgeous thick hair is eye-catching.
They are like two foreign children,
Studying at school and playing games.
On assembly day, passers-by stood outside the hedge.
Watching curiously.
Wake up in March, crazy south wind,
As if I had received a colorful love letter, the blue sky trembled with excitement.
Flowers in the forest compete for beauty,
The grass is trembling.
I don't know when elk will start.
I vaguely heard a sad whisper,
Black eyes
Unexplained melancholy emerges.
As soon as I saw my figure,
Startled, for a long time.
Afternoon games with mottled light and shadow
Let Amgeji's fruit trees be restless,
The smell of mango is disturbing.
Elk jumps over farmland with hazy longing,
It is combined with the dead glue in front,
It is not afraid of unpredictable dangers.
I think it's dusk,
In order to get familiar caress,
The elk skipped home as usual.
Puppies again and again
Go into the house and walk around your knees,
Moist eyes
It seems to ask: where is the elk?
Why doesn't it bounce around in the garden?
I can't see your friends,
The puppy gave up the sumptuous dinner.
Twilight is gathering,
A light came on in the room.
The stars in the sky twinkle slyly,
Silent night arrival in the gloomy countryside.
A sad question mark
Dog eyes hanging in the corner of my eye:
Who did the elk go out to find?
Why are you so late?
This is really weird,
Who is the summoner? Does elk know?
From heaven, from the sun,
From the unpredictable south wind,
From the light green of the new leaves,
An out-of-order piece of news.
May have infiltrated its blood circulation.
Maybe it already has a flute in its chest.
Blow the spring music of distant years.
It seeks relations with Dong Xiao.
Closer than it is to itself;
As soon as it was born, the flute accompanied its soul.
As it flies,
Wrapped under its smart appearance.
It doesn't know,
It stopped suddenly.
It is familiar with this game.
Dark tears call it,
Light can't keep it around.
13, searching
Tagore
I am in the shadow of your eyes.
Looking for the bud of the soul;
Into a confusing fantasy,
Lost, I don't know when
My eyes asked melancholy eyes,
Why can't you find the secret of shyness?
Ask, sink into the mire of tears,
Like a child falling into a ball of doubt.
I'm obsessed. Have you ever been there?
Your heart casts a soft shadow?
There is a red lotus on the door.
Tell you my heart?
Strolling along the winding path of your garden,
My sadness is rippling in the wind.
Didn't you see my flute?
A heart in the cursive script of the awning?