Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur. The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.
Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou! The Southern Song Dynasty, which is poor, weak and increasingly embarrassed, is an era in which heroes are needed, but it is also an era of "excess" of heroes.
Lu You took fighting against Jin Xingguo as his duty all his life, but he had no choice but to ask for help, and was repeatedly relegated. In his later years, he retired to Yin Shan, and his ambition was hard to realize. "Strong men are lonely and idle, and famous flowers are scattered in the rain."
The autumn of history, the storm of the times, the true nature of heroes and the difficulties of reality have all contributed to this tragic and melancholy "Complaining for Love". When writing this poem, the poet was nearly seventy years old, living in his hometown, not forgetting the worries of his home country, becoming a martyr in his twilight years, with great ambitions. This high political enthusiasm and never-failing patriotism form the lofty beauty of his poetic style.
However, ambition can't be realized and no one understands it. Although "people are as dead as iron" and have no choice but to "serve the country and die without a battlefield", this deep sense of oppression has formed a tragic mood in his poems. The lyrics are loyal and angry, full of sadness.
In the first two sentences, "When Wan Li was looking for prints, he kept Liangzhou alone", and the poet reappeared the heroic spirit of the former top gun and went to the front line behind enemy lines. "That year" refers to the eight years of Avenue (1 172). At that time, Lu You came to Nanzheng (now Hanzhong, Shaanxi) and defected to Wang Yan, the ambassador of Fu Xuan, Sichuan.
At the front, he personally participated in the encounter with the nomads from the army. "Searching for India" uses the allusion of Ban Chao's meritorious military service in a foreign country to write his ambition to serve the motherland and clean up the old rivers and mountains.
The word "Qiu" shows the poet's self-promise, self-confident ambition and firm and persistent pursuit spirit. "Wan Li" and "Pima" are in sharp contrast in spatial image. Pima Li, "In his prime, he joined the army and swallowed the remnants of Lu" ("Xie Chichun"), presents an extraordinary atmosphere.
"Sad songs hit the building, relying on high wine" ("Eye-catching"), "Call the eagle to the ancient base and cut the tiger flat" ("Han Gong Chun"), the heroic and exciting military life is still vivid in my mind, and he is always haunted by dreams. The reason for this is that strong desires are suppressed too much, and repressed feelings can only be vented in dreams. "Where the dream closes the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur". Lu You was transferred after only half a year in Nanzheng front. From then on, he closed the river defense and could only realize his wishes in his dreams from time to time, but he didn't know where he was when he woke up. Only the old mink put on the uniform, gray and black.
A word "dark" turns the passage of time and personnel into a hazy picture of dust, and the mood is full of melancholy. At the beginning of the first movie, the word "that year" wedged into the memories of the heroic military life in the past, and the tone was high, and the dream was shattered, forming a strong emotional gap, and generosity turned into sadness. The following films further expressed the contradiction between ideal and reality, fell into a deeper sigh, and sadness turned into depression.
"Hu is still there, and the tears are empty." These three sentences are tight and short, and they will never succeed in life.
Looking at the northwest, China sank, and the remnants were not swept; Looking back on life, the years are dark and the temples are pale; Looking back on the past, although the ambition is there, it is difficult to pay for it. The words "Wei", "Xian" and "Kong" show deep feelings in the comparison, and they are getting deeper and deeper: who has not been old since ancient times? However, the anti-Hu has not been extinguished, the achievements have not been achieved, and the years are passing. This makes people feel the bitterness of "getting old first" urgently.
"Nothing", a sadness filled my heart, life is the oldest! However, even after several years, the temple is green again, how can we achieve the cause of "eliminating traitors and rejuvenating the Han Dynasty"? "Zhumen sings and dances, and the stable horse is fat and the bow is broken." "There is Qian Shan outside the cloud, and no one has asked." Therefore, the tears of worrying about the country are just "empty" streams. The word "empty" not only wrote the inner disappointment and pain, but also wrote the dissatisfaction and indignation of the small court in the southeast corner of Pian 'an where the monarch and his subjects were drunk.
"Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou". The last three sentences summarize your life and reflect on reality.
"Tianshan Mountain" refers to the front line against the enemy, "Cangzhou" refers to a secluded place, and "Who expected this life" refers to "Who expected this life". The poet did not expect that his life would be constantly in the conflict between "mind" and "body". His mind was fascinated by the battlefield, but his body was lying in a remote village. He saw the "Tiema Glacier", but it was only in his dream. His mind was lifted high and flew to the "Tianshan Mountain", but his body fell heavily in Cangzhou.
The word "who expected" describes the naivety of the past and the disappointment of today. "When I was young, I knew that things were difficult" and "Now I know the taste of sadness". Ideal and reality are so incompatible, no wonder the poet sighs loudly. At the end of the sentence "The heart is in Tianshan Mountain, the old Cangzhou", it is first raised and then suppressed, forming a big turning point. A poet is like an eagle bent on fighting the sky, but his feathers are broken and he falls to the ground in pain.
Lu You's poems are indeed full of autumn life, but because the poet's sigh of "living in Cangzhou when he is old" contains more historical content, his tears are full of passionate feelings for the motherland. Therefore, the emotional appeal of the words embodies the characteristics of depression without losing openness and depth, which is more powerful and moving than the general works that only express personal depression. ● Complain that Lu You's blue shirt has just entered Jiuchong City and made friends with Hao Ying.
The wax seal spread in the middle of the night and galloped in to tell you to merge. Time is easy to lose, ambition is difficult to achieve, and it is born.
This is fame and fortune, and this is fame. Lu You has two poems, one of which begins with "Wan Li asked for a seal in those days" and the other is a word.
Song Guangzong Shao Xiyuan (1 190), Lu You, 66, lives in Yin Shan (Shaoxing, Zhejiang). He once wrote a poem, "I was scolded twice in ten years." Although there are many crimes, this poem is the first one, and it is called' Mocking Romantic'. Since I returned to the mountain, I named Xiao Xuan "Romantic Moon" and wrote a quatrain. There is a phrase in this word, "Don't be a fame and fortune", which may be a reference for works of the same period.
The first movie in the world is nostalgia. Write the first two sentences about early political life.
In the 30th year of Emperor Gaozong Shaoxing (1 160), Lu You was recommended to Lin 'an by Fuzhou Cao Yu, and was appointed as an official by the Privy Council, and he was promoted from nine to eight, which was the beginning of his entry into the DPRK as an official. In the Tang and Song Dynasties, the official uniforms of the nine products were blue, and Lu You was appointed as the official of the nine products in Beijing, saying that the "blue shirt" was very appropriate.
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2. What kind of composition is Yuan Xi suitable for? Drums invade Faming.
Looking for the old days, I feel different.
Thrush in the mirror, worship the building and the west moon.
When people leave the city, they gradually enter the season of sadness.
Liu Kezhuang (1 187— 1269) was born in Putian (now Fujian). In the sixth year of Chunyou (1246), as a scholar with a long history and outstanding historiography, he was awarded a bachelor's degree from Longtuge. His poems were influenced by four-spirit poets Zhao Shixiu and Weng Juan. He studies the late Tang Dynasty and enjoys carving. He also interacted with Jianghu poets Dai Fugu and Taosun Ao, and his poetry anthology "Nanyue Draft" was once included in Jianghu Poetry Anthology. Later, I broadened my horizons and turned to study Lu You's poems, and the content was gradually enriched. He wrote many poems that hurt and worried about the country. In his later years, he liked Yang Wanli's sincere style, which was lively but sometimes superficial. Liu Kezhuang's ci belongs to Xin Qiji School, which is famous for its patriotic content and bold style. Good at poetry and songs. His ci inherited the patriotic tradition and bold style of the new poets, but it was more bold and less subtle. There is a short sentence by the head of Houcun village, which is also called Houcun don't tune.
3. "Qingpingle Villagers' Residence" is expanded to Article 300th Qingpingle Villagers' Residence.
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
The beautiful spring girl danced in the festive costumes and came to the world. In the spring when everything recovers, flowers are the protagonist, the world and ocean of flowers, pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, red peony, yellow golden winter jasmine ... emitting refreshing fragrance, the stream wakes up. It stretched its legs and feet, kicked the snow quilt, and lay on the ground like a circuitous crystal blue silk, as clear as glass from a distance. The grass by the stream sticks out and looks full of vitality. On this green blanket, there is a small thatched cottage. I was very happy to hear someone in the thatched cottage talking and laughing at each other drunk with a gentle southern accent. Who can talk so happily in this humble room? Oh, it's them-a white-haired old couple, an old grandfather and an old grandmother talking about family affairs! You must be talking about another bumper harvest in autumn. You must be happy to have three hard-working sons. It must be.
Outside the thatched cottage, the buds in the bean field grow sturdily. The eldest son picked up the kettle to water, fertilize and turn over the soil, and then picked up the hoe to contribute to the little bud. Beads of sweat dripping on the small leaves, crystal clear, looking at this fertile land, the eldest son grabbed the cuffs, wiped the sweat, smiled and worked harder!
The second son grabbed a handful of rice from the chicken bowl and sprinkled it on the floor. The chicken pecked and finally patted its stomach, as if it were full. Chicken cages are scattered on the ground, some are worn out and some are pecked. The second son sat cross-legged on the ground, sewed meticulously and shuttled back and forth with dexterous hands. Soon, a brand-new chicken coop was ready. The second son said with a black face, "Don't abuse idioms!" But I still burst into a smile and showed white fangs.
Yo! There is no class at school today, and the naughty and lovely little son doesn't want to be idle. He was lying on the head of the stream, his feet tilted, and he was absorbed in peeling a lotus flower, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.
Look at the image of this family of five with different modes, showing a harmonious and beautiful rural life, which is really cordial and desirable. The pastoral paintings made at sunrise and resting at sunset show the beauty of human feelings and the interest of life.
Time passed quietly, and in the evening, pieces of red clouds floated in the air, as if colorful silks and satins were flying. Colorful clouds embroidered beautiful patterns on the endless sky cloth, and pastoral drawings painted them with rich colors. When the sun goes down, the light is everywhere, leaving a colorful afterglow in the sky. ...
4. "Mountain Walk" rewrote the composition by 300 words [Mountain Walk rewrote the composition by 300 words] One late autumn evening, I took a carriage to play along a winding mountain road, and "Mountain Walk" rewrote the composition by 300 words. Walking in the mountains, attracted by the sight, quickly let the groom stop to have a good look. In the distance, rolling mountains rise into the sky, and at sunset. It's like walking through a mountain in a red coat. A winding stone path, like the silver thread thrown by the Nine-Day Fairy, extends to the distance. Several families in the mountains surrounded by white clouds are flickering, and the smoke from the roof is more like a fairyland. Walking in the mountains, the maple trees all over the mountain are red, so bright, so warm and so charming. Redder than flowers in February. Like a boat swimming, a maple leaf fell to the ground, like a butterfly dancing. I picked up a maple leaf, which is really redder than the flowers in February. All this is a masterpiece of nature. I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me, intoxicated and moved, and the wonderful poem was in my mind. There is a family in Bai Yunsheng, far from Hanshan Mountain. In the third grade of primary school, the composition "Mountain Walk" was rewritten in 300 words. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Li Yan is in the third grade in the west area of Zhouzhuang Experimental Primary School in Jiangyin City, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province.
5. I woke up with a 300-word composition after unfolding an ancient poem, only feeling that I had had a long dream. Dreams about past lives.
Listen to a guzheng with a smile. Today is Tanabata. Yue Bai, look at all the suffering that ended today. Time flies in the hands of flying needles, but the slender needles are the pain in memory, digging out the desolation behind the prosperity inch by inch. Rao is an unfinished game, trying every means to entangle and spell out an epic history.
Carved wood window lattice, the sky is already the setting sun of melting gold, the combination of dusk and clouds, which is full of the shyness of the lotus pond, is a girl who wants to refuse and welcome.
Hair slips, a gust of wind brings the fragrance of the garden. People who see through the world of mortals are often the saddest, because they only have the right to recall the past. In this miscellaneous world, a phrase "cherish the person in front of you" can win a full house in the children's affectionate examination room. But how can you simply do what you say? How many people have won the first place in this imperial examination since ancient times? When you really wake up, it's powerless.
I know that although I am expressionless at the moment, there is a smile in my eyes. With the person you love, even a simple meal, you are willing. Smile at each other, and the handshake hand will never let go.
Butterflies, wandering, landed carefully on the opened pages, never expecting to shine. The wind once again disturbed the butterfly and floated down.
When all is silent, it is night. The breeze and the waning moon dance elegance and quietness, which belongs to the solitude, elegance and quietness of the night. The blue tiles and white walls are no longer as ferocious as during the day, full of suffocation and plunder, but gradually, gradually, in the careful caress of the moon and the wind, they become soft bit by bit.
When I came to the lantern market, what I touched was a dazzling red. It seems that everyone likes to hide in this slightly bloodthirsty color and pretend to be himself.
Now I know how lonely and hypocritical fireworks are! Such a gorgeous lift-off, gorgeous bloom in the cold night, but when people's joy and cry have not been heard, it is almost reduced to ashes. Such as sympathy, people chase it, but don't think it's just an inextricable knot, an inextricable game.
6. Wang Chun rewrote the 300-word composition, tears, feelings and worries.
The sky is overcast, the weather seems to be comparable to frost, and gray rain spots hit people's heads. Standing on this bare hill, I saw the scene in front of me-it was so gloomy and cold, as if people felt that there was only endless emptiness above the gray sky. So, I bowed my head and sighed, but I saw a listless wild flower, bowed my head, bent down, shed tears and sighed. The soil on one side is as dry as pine bark, but it is still struggling on the edge of the endless valley of death. Why are you crying? Why fight? Just because the country has been scattered, I feel that I am crying because of current events! I want to block my ears! Because I don't want to hear birds singing with nowhere to run. It was a sad and mysterious sound, like the bell of death ringing, with a sense of rhythm and urgency.
A cool breeze, like a low tune, tore all my emotions. The wind, whether you have heart-rending pain or screaming at the top of your lungs, is gnawing at it and seems to destroy everything I have. My relatives and friends are far away, thousands of miles away from me. Can they hear the cruel howling of the wind? Have they received my letter from home? Perhaps, the letter from home has drifted to the boundless sky with the smoke of war, or it has been bitten by the ruthless wind and refused to let go. However, why doesn't it also devour my bitter emotions?
And then what? So that I can indulge myself in this desolate and sad early February spring.
The maple forest is dyed and the autumn leaves fall. When can I see my relatives and friends? I'm afraid the mountains will stop us. Sorrow is like late autumn, and sorrow is like thick hair, which is countless. Now even the hair is shaved short, and even the hair clasp can't be inserted.
7. Ouyang Xiu translated Yuan Xi: On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month of last year, the lights at the flower market were as bright as during the day.
The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I never saw my old friend last year again, and tears soaked her clothes unconsciously. Last year's Lantern Festival, the lights of the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at 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 will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. Appreciation: This is the Prime Minister's thought, which is clear and charming, describing the sweetness of seeing a lover last year and the pain of not seeing a lover today.
On the first page of the word, the story of "The Last Yuan Night" is written. The lights of the flower market are as bright as day, which is not only a good opportunity to watch the lights and enjoy the moon, but also a good opportunity for young men and women in love to meet secretly under the dim light. The sentence "the moon arrives at the willow tip, and later generations will meet at dusk" is meaningful.
Tender feelings are beyond words. I wrote the scene of "this year's Lantern Festival".
"The moon and the lights are still the same", although only the moon and the lights are mentioned, it should actually include two or three sentences of flowers and willows, meaning that the beautiful night in the downtown area is the same as last year, and the scenery is still the same. The next sentences, "I didn't see the person last year" and "Tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt", have very obvious expressions. A word "wet" vividly shows the sadness that things are different and old feelings are hard to last.