When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke.
Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind.
The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling.
The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward.
How about being sad? You see less and leave more.
When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent.
Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians.
Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.
Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping.
Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red.
As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.
Author:
Li Bai (70 1-762) is certainly recognized as one of the greatest gifted poets in ancient China, and most people think that he is also a great poet. Originally from Longxi (now Gansu), he was born in Central Asia, but he lived in Shu as a teenager. In his heyday, he roamed the world, learned how to learn the sword, drank good wine in Ren Xia and laughed at the prince. He once offered sacrifices, but soon left and was exiled to Yelang (now Guizhou). In his poems, the imagination is "holding the moon in the sky", and the momentum is like "how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky", which is really unparalleled. In the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, people found the words "Linping Desert is like smoke" in Bodhisattva Man, Remembering Qin E and Qin E's Dream of Breaking Qin Louyue, and respected them as the ancestor of ci. Some people suspect that it was entrusted by future generations, and the lawsuit has continued so far. In fact, Li Bai's Yuefu poetry was the origin of ci, and Yuefu poetry always occupied a dominant position at that time. As for these two poems, which have always been called "the ancestors of one hundred generations of lyrics and songs", their styles are superb and their weather is broad. If it doesn't belong to Li Bai, whose work is good?
Precautions:
Long March: a miscellaneous song belonging to Yuefu. Changganli: In today's Nanjing, it is a place where boat people live, so Changganli expresses the feelings of boatmen and women. Bao Zhuxin: The song "Zhuangzi Stole Feet" is about Wei Sheng meeting a woman under the bridge. When the woman didn't arrive, the water suddenly rose. Weisheng kept his promise and refused to leave. He was drowned by a pillar in the water. Hey? Heap: a big reef at the mouth of Qutang Gorge, one of the Three Gorges. The water rises in May of the lunar calendar, and there is no reef, so ships are easy to hit the rocks and sink. Dust Storm in Longsha: Place name, near the Yangtze River in Anqing City, Anhui Province, about 700 miles away from Nanjing.
Bed: This refers to the seat.
Not too far: not too far.
Dust Storm in Longsha: Place name, on the Yangtze River east of Anqing City, Anhui Province. Polar turbulence risk
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This is a love narrative poem of a merchant woman, which expresses her sincere love and deep thoughts for her husband who is doing business far away from home with a confession and touching style. From their innocent childhood to their deep yearning for their husband after he left, the shyness at the first marriage, the joy of marriage and the unswerving wish are vividly written. Because this poem has been a household name for thousands of years, "childhood friends, two children can't guess" has become an idiom used by later generations to describe a couple who became lovers in childhood. The poetic image is complete, bright and beautiful, lively and moving. Feelings are delicate and lingering; The language is frank and the syllables are harmonious; The style is fresh and meaningful, and it is the top grade of poetry art. "Childhood friends" and "two and a half children don't have to guess" have become good expressions to describe the pure friendship between boys and girls.