Subtitle composition about the poem 1 A composition subtitled to a poem.
I like to ponder the obscurity in untitled poems.
The most out of print is Li Shangyin's sentimental ending.
He is not like Li Bai.
Write bluntly in the title.
He is no better than Du Fu.
Write the feelings in your heart so sadly.
Don't ask him to be obscure and unbearable.
I just want to understand his tenderness.
Stay the same for your lover's foreign land
Write down the persistence of spring cicada in spring.
Jade bird's wish exploration letter
Leaning against the window in the autumn rain tells the loneliness of watching the light red alone.
* * * yearning for cutting candle flowers
Only by separating the two places
Only vacant thoughts and sentimental sadness.
It's just hard to see every day.
Only the morning is inexplicably desolate.
Only when you are full of complaints after drinking.
Only endless thoughts.
There is a sleepless poem in the middle of the night.
Only when you are noisy, you are lonely and silent.
No one wants to be content with fate.
Nobody wants to arrange it.
But it's your heart that can struggle.
Don't face it or resist it.
Just sing in your heart.
Feel sorry for yourself.
The world reads with emotion.
miss
That feeling is sincere.
But there's nothing to do.
I really want to be friends with him.
Drink with him and get drunk.
Listen to him recite poems.
Remember the way he poured out his heart.
At first, I was the truest and most tempted.
Look at his untitled but profound sentences.
Stick to it silently with him
Don't get lost in the dark.
Don't cry on the pillow at dawn.
Let missing become my hobby.
Sing softly and bury deeply
Fall in a hurry
Pick it up in your spare time.
If missing is the title
If our hearts are connected,
Then you are the couplet that I have sung for thousands of years.
But I dare not show my heart.
I'm afraid you have a promise and a home.
I'm afraid you are wandering too, just a passer-by.
I'm afraid I just loved for a short time.
Afraid I can't stand frivolous love.
So I chose to wait quietly.
When I get through loneliness
Wait for me when you choose.
We are together.
Until one day.
I will sleep peacefully at future funerals.
If missing is the title
I hope you can understand.
I am singing silently.
Your name and face
No longer envy the unquestionable true feelings.
No longer feel that there is no problem, and it will remain unchanged for thousands of years.
2. There is a subtitle that uses about 600 words of ancient poetry composition.
-why is it the most beautiful, ancient poetry?
Who witnessed the little-known past and brought today's glory in the long river of history, and who described the magnificence of the rich mountains and waters of the motherland, which made people intoxicated and lingering. It's you-ancient poetry. You are the pride of the Chinese nation and the treasure of Chinese culture.
Time flies, time flies, when tough rocks can't escape the fate of being worn out by water drops, you still shine, ah! Ancient poetry, time flies, only you live forever, you are the most beautiful.
I don't know when I met you and was deeply fascinated by your beauty. You once took me to appreciate Tao Yuanming's rural life in Jin Dynasty, which was "to cure filth in the morning and bring the moon lotus home". This seemingly austere life, however, contains the poet's leisure and elegance, and the poet's true and straight quality of not bending down to pick up rice. If it weren't for you, we would know nothing about their little-known past. Ah! Ancient poetry, you are a memoir of history, and you are the most beautiful.
Time flies, looking back at the Xuanzong period of the Tang Dynasty, your prosperity reached its peak. Ancient students stayed at home every day, working hard, digging the wall and lighting at night, forgetting to eat and sleep, and still listening to Lang Lang's scholar at dawn. Why? Ten years of cold window, just to create an eternal famous sentence, won the first prize, immortal. In ancient times, how many people became famous because of you. Li Bai, a famous ancient poet, is a typical example. Li Bai is a poet who is famous for his romanticism, leaving many famous sentences through the ages, so he is famous at home and abroad. There are not only Li Bai, but also Du Fu, a poet who is famous for his realism, and Wang Wei, Shi Fo, who "has paintings in poems and poems in paintings". Ancient poetry not only recorded the ups and downs of ancient times, but also entrusted the poet's thoughts and feelings. Ah! Ancient poetry, you bear the historical deeds, you are the most beautiful.
Reading Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry", I read the poet's nostalgia for his hometown. After reading "Climbing Yueyang Tower", I read this poem. Through the impression of climbing the tower, it expresses the poet's wandering in the rivers and lakes, the suffering of wandering from place to place, the decline of the country, the anxiety of China's turmoil, and the sad and lonely feelings of the poet's eldest brother. Ah! Ancient poetry, you convey the poet's thoughts and feelings, you are the most beautiful.
3. What poems are suitable for writing subtitles?
It's still messy when you cut it.
I once opened my heart and ran by the green trees; I used to cry under the bamboo forest. I saw Li Yu's heart again today. I opened the poems carefully and read the history books carefully. Li Yu is "a gifted scholar is really peerless, poor and unfortunate." In the jade carving column, he and Zhou Xiao drank wine and wrote poems, which was quite peachy. Today, however, he is locked in a deep building, sighing only that "the lonely house of Wutong locks up the clear autumn" and always "asking how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward". He is dead, and autumn is still clear. I only regret. Why doesn't he try to give up his wealth and become a poet in a bamboo forest in the countryside?
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
The cypress trees are lush and dense. I flew to the treetops and smelled the hero in the fresh air. He is Wolong, who lives among the mountains and is also very lofty. But then he left and went to the battlefield. He strategized and won thousands of miles away. He was very happy because he helped his friend and the person who sincerely invited him out of the mountain. During the war, he felt that he had lived a full life and finally left a good reputation of "getting a real start and getting along for a hundred years." The correct position and adherence to it make him feel happy in the sun.
Today I am buried in laughter, and tomorrow I know who it is.
Face to face is the wind, and the wind is deeply inserted into the heart like a sword, which is very sad. Daiyu sat alone in a small pavilion with tears in her eyes. What is she looking at? Looking at the mountains, clouds and mother. This is a strange place, full of strangers, and she has been lost for several years. Yes, she chose to bury flowers, worrying about the soil every day, and reading "Flower Funeral Words" while crying. In the end, she just died, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was still there. The deviation of position, here, there are large pieces of ice falling, how can those tender shoulders hold up? Tears welled up, but sadness was the embodiment of sadness.
Taking people as a mirror, we can know that the dark clouds are overwhelming the city, and we finally defeated the "hero" of the separatist regime. He knows people are good at their duties, has a heart for the sea and is resourceful. Today's "Zhenguan Rule" shows his achievements. However, in the hall, there is Wei Zhi's advice, like a sword, pointing directly at people's hearts; Advice is like the wind, biting cold and pain. However, he just smiled, ambitious, tolerant and focused. He is thirsty for talent, and he can always give full play to the wisdom of others. When Wei Zhi died, he said: "Take copper as a mirror, you can dress up;" Looking at the past as a mirror, we can see the rise and fall; Take people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses. "It's fun to find the right position and give full play to the potential of the position.
Are you happy? Sad?
The evening breeze is intoxicating. I put down my book and looked at the world in front of me. There are mountains, water, flowers, birds and springs ... so tempting. I can only feel heartfelt joy in this position. Someone said well, "Happiness is a day, sadness is a day, so why not be happy for a day?" I am no longer confused, I want to interpret the most beautiful story of life in my post, so that there is always happiness in suffering.
I hope it helps you ~ please adopt it ~
4. Composition with poems and subtitles
I like to ponder the obscurity in untitled poems. The most out-of-print is Li Shangyin's "Endless Days". Unlike Li Bai, he doesn't write directly in the title. He is not as sad as Du Fu's feelings. He doesn't want to understand his hidden feelings. For a lover in a foreign land, ten thousand kinds of tender feelings remain unchanged. In spring, he wrote down the cicada's persistent wish in spring. In the autumn rain, leaning against the window tells the loneliness of watching the lights red alone. The yearning for cutting candle flowers is only when the two places are separated. Only when it is difficult to meet each other every day will there be inexplicable desolation in the morning and drunken complaints. With endless thoughts, there will be poetry that stays up late at night, and there will be loneliness and silence in the hustle and bustle. No one wants to be content with fate. No one wants to arrange a struggle, but he still refuses to face it. He just silently sang his chest and regretted that the world had read his thoughts. I really want to be friends with him, but I can't help it. I really want to get drunk with him, listen to his poems and remember the way he confided. At first, I was the most sincere. I was tempted to see his untitled but profound sentences. I insist silently, not losing my way in the dark, not on the pillow of tears at dawn, let missing become my hobby, sing softly, fall gently in the busy, and pick it up in the leisure. If missing is the title, if our hearts are connected. Then you are the couplet that I have sung for thousands of years, but I dare not show my heart. I'm afraid you've made a promise and got a home. I'm afraid you are wandering too, just a passer-by. I'm just afraid that love is short. I am afraid that I can't bear frivolous love, so I choose to wait quietly until I get through loneliness. When you choose to wait for me, we will be together until one day I sleep peacefully at a future funeral. If missing is the title, I hope you can understand it. I hope you can sing your name and face silently, and I will no longer envy the truth.
5. Ask for a beautiful composition subtitle, preferably a poem describing friendship.
The sea is shallow and deep, and life knows each other. The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today. (Du Fu's "Guest Arrivals")
After all, the world is just a small place. (Wang Bo's "Farewell to Shu Guan")
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. (Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou)
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")
Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. (Li Bai)
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? (Gao Shi "Don't be big")
The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. (Wei's "Send the Evening Rain")
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Grassland)
It's ringing, asking for its friendly voice. (The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Record ")
Give me a peach and give it back to Li. ("The Book of Songs, Elegance and Pity")
You give me papaya. I'll pay for Joan. (The Book of Songs. Feng Wei. Papaya)
Make friends with each other, why do you want to be close to each other? (Han Yuefu folk song "Elegant Ballad")
Wan Li is still a close neighbor. (Chi "Wang Biao for a White Horse")
Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor. (Don Zhang Jiuling's "Send Cheng Wei Li Shaofu")
Teenagers learn new things, but when they are old, they miss old friends. (In "Going to Que to Jiangzhou to Send Doctor Li and Yue of Hubei")
Be friends with Wen Chang and neighbors with Germany. (Tang Zuyong, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Thinking of shun lau and Langzhong's Separation")
Nalan Xingde has a poem "To Fen Liang"