Untitled is a category of poetry. In China's poems, traditional poetry is the essence of China's literature and culture, and poets often write poems on the topic of "untitled". The reason why "untitled" is used as the topic is because the author is inconvenient or doesn't want to directly use the topic to reveal the theme of the poem. Untitled poems include five-character untitled poems and seven-character untitled poems. Li Shangyin, the representative figure of ancient untitled poems.
Poems with the title "Untitled" are often seen in ancient or modern poems. They seem to have no titles, but in fact, the feelings expressed by poets are stronger and deeper. No title is better than a title. The reason why "untitled" is used as the topic is because the author is inconvenient or unwilling to directly use the topic to reveal the theme of the poem.
This kind of poetry often entrusts the author with unspeakable hidden pain, inexplicable feelings, bitter feelings, persistent pursuit and so on. Untitled poems include five-character untitled poems and seven-character untitled poems. The representative figure of ancient untitled poems is Li Shangyin.
Zhang Caitian, an ancient man, once said: "Untitled poetry originated in Yuxi, and this kind of poetry can only be tactfully emotional by using seven methods." Zhang Caitian accurately summarized the form and emotion of untitled poems.
Unnamed representative works:
1, faint phoenix tail yarn, double fragrance, lining your green canopy, closed for the night. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless. Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms. I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
2. Go to Mochow Palace and party there all night. Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? . I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
You said you would come, but you didn't come, except for the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock, you left me no trace. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder at the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .