Xiangwan, male, formerly named Li Weiwei, was born in Bozhou, Anhui Province, and was a post-9 s poet. Member of Provincial Writers Association. Mainly engaged in poetry, criticism, essays and other creations.
in the south
the last sound of insects outside this house has also dispersed
After a headache, I think of
your enthusiasm in the south is like a dying firework
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it's getting worse every day. Where will your wasted stars settle down?
This city
you can't see any warmth or coldness, even
so-called sincere poems are no longer loved by people
three meals are messy
there are fewer confidants, and illness comes like a mountain
Later. Your life
is like an autistic cigarette lit by your lips and teeth
After being honored by others, you are getting thinner day by day
On the way to the rain
You stand on the way to the rain in a formalistic way
You feel that the rain is like a stream of people in the 199s
It stings you all over-
It hurts everywhere
At dusk. You saw the polyphonic sound that just passed by
and the fear that came to your mind
first took root on the top of your head, and then spoke in your ear
Anhui and a certain place were killed one after another at the same latitude
The sound of rain in your running footsteps
A trembling way swept through the crowd, and no one was spared. 2. Describe meeting each other late.
second, when we first met, you hated meeting late. A piece of Qin Zheng hasn't been played all over, but Zhaoyang people complain.
third, it is deep to meet, and it is early to hate not to meet.
fourth, I met and hated each other late at that time, and I was worried about each other.
5. time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
6. Look back at the beauty with your eyes open. Tongxin wan Counting the country's brilliant talents, it's late to meet each other.
seven, return your eyes to tears, and hate not meeting and not getting married. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
VIII. Being on the battlefield, we haven't met for a certain period.
Nine, tears fall when I return to your pearl, and I hate not meeting you before I get married.
1. There are eminent people in Gaozhai. I hate meeting late, and the old wine soldiers are handsome in poetry. It's a thousand years since I was cold.
eleven, I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me as such!
12. I hate meeting late, and people who have a long way to go have a light break. It's not heartless, it's all because of the unpredictable clutch. 3. Poems describing the evening
Poem 1: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
the leyou tombs by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
Full text:
with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs.
the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Interpretation: I was unhappy in the evening and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, just near dusk.
verse 2: the sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the golden house sees tears.
source: Liu Fangping's
full text:
Sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one sees the tears in the Golden Room.
Lonely and empty, spring is late, and pear blossoms are everywhere.
Interpretation: The sunshine outside the screen window fades, and dusk gradually falls; Locked up the mansion, no one saw my sad tears. The courtyard is empty and lonely, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear blossoms are falling all over the floor, and the door is closed mercilessly.
verse 3: the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk.
Full text:
Origin: Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's
Full text:
Last year, on the Lantern Festival, the flower market was lit like a day.
the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same.
I didn't see anyone last year, and my tears wet my sleeves.
Interpretation: On the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month 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 with him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
verse 4: weeds blossom at the bridge of Que, and the sunset sets at the mouth of Wuyi Lane
Source: Wuyixiang written by Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty
Full text:
weeds blossom at the bridge of Zhuque, and the sunset sets at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Interpretation: The Suzaku Bridge is desolate and covered with weeds and wild flowers, and the broken walls at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is just the setting sun. In the Jin Dynasty, Ziyan lived in front of the two houses in Xie 'an, Wang Dao, but now it nests and flies into the homes of ordinary people.
verse 5: heartbroken people are at the end of the world at sunset
Source: Tianjingsha Qiu Si by Ma Zhiyuan in the Yuan Dynasty
Full text:
The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is a thin horse.
when the sun sets,
heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Interpretation: From afar, the crows are looking for old vines to inhabit. From a closer look, there are people living next to bridges and running water. In front of them, there is only a thin horse carrying a wandering wanderer and slowly walking along the ancient autumn wind road. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, the wandering wanderer is still wandering around the world.