Which ancient Chinese poem is the most beautiful in your opinion?

In fact, in a broad sense, words and music are also poems. Words are also called poetry, and music is also called poetry. In a narrow sense, ancient poetry refers to ancient poetry, including the Book of Songs, Songs of Chu, Yuefu, ancient style, etc., as opposed to modern poetry.

If we talk about it in a broad sense, I actually think the song "Dew Drops and the Peonies Bloom" in "The Romance of the West Chamber" is very beautiful and beautifully written, but this song "Sheng Gourd" is too concrete. The details of Zhang Sheng playing with Cui Yingying's jade body and genitals were described too delicately, and a trace of beauty was lost. So it's not my favorite. I don't think it's the most beautiful poem I've ever read.

My favorite is Cui Hu's "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City". The whole poem only has four lines:

●Last year and today in this gate

●People The peach blossoms on the face contrast with each other

●The human face does not know where to go

●The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze

Simple, without a profound word, without a difficult word It's a poem that can be understood by elementary school students, but the picture drawn by this poem is so beautiful, and the emotion revealed is so melancholy.

The first sentence of the poem explains the time and place, pulling our thoughts back to today a year ago. A year ago today, also inside this door, there was a girl, standing in the peach blossom. Beside the tree, the beautiful face looked particularly rosy and beautiful against the backdrop of peach blossoms.

In the eyes of Chinese people, flowers are the most beautiful things in the world, so when Chinese people name girls, they often use the names of flowers and plants. When Chinese people describe the beauty of women, Flowers are often used as metaphors. For example, Su Shi has a poem that many people are familiar with: "Mandarin ducks are twinned under the quilt at night, and a pear tree weighs begonias." Su Shi uses beautiful begonia flowers to compare to a beautiful 18-year-old bride.

As for peach blossoms, it not only describes the beauty of women, but also means "bride" to a certain extent, such as "Peach Blossoms" in "The Book of Songs": "Peach blossoms, "Shine the flowers, and the son will return, and he will be suitable for his family." It is generally believed that this is a poem to congratulate a young and beautiful woman on her marriage.

The poet Cui Hu must have read "The Book of Songs" and must know what "peach blossom" means. He wrote "human face" and "peach blossom" together in "Ti Capital City Nanzhuang", At least it showed his love at first sight for the woman. In today's popular terms, when the poet Cui Hu saw the girl next to the peach blossom tree, he had already spent a lifetime with this girl in his mind.

But due to various subjective and objective reasons, the poet did not confess his love or propose marriage. The next year, the poet revisited his hometown. You can’t tell whether the poet wanted to travel and see the scenery, or whether he wanted to see the girl again. In short The poet came out and came to the place where he had been last year. But in this place, things have changed and people have changed. The courtyard gate remains the same, the peach blossoms remain the same, but the human face is nowhere to be seen.

This short four-line poem vividly expresses the changes and changes in the world, and the melancholy after seeing the changes and changes.

When I read this poem, I seemed to see a beautiful girl standing next to the peach blossom tree, and I saw a poet staring at the girl in the distance, which is somewhat similar to Bian Zhilin's "Fragment of Chapter" , you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and people watching the scenery are watching the scenery upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate the poet's dream. But such a beautiful scene only existed in memories. When the poet came again, the beauty was far away, but the beautiful peach blossoms were still blooming in place melancholy.

What a beautiful and melancholy poem.