1. Poems about prayer
Poems about prayer 1. Poems related to Dream of Red Mansions and appreciation of prayers
The following are related poems 1 "Wang Xifeng Returns Home in Beautiful Clothes" I have been away from my hometown for twenty years, and now I am back home in fine clothes.
After bees collect honey from flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom does it taste sweet? Pedestrians arrive. Late news.
The lawsuit should be settled. Discuss marriage again.
2 "The Flower Burial Song" The flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky. Who can pity the red flowers and their fragrance? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, and is filled with melancholy that cannot be relieved.
Peel the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers back and forth. Willow silk and elm pods are blooming, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms. If peaches and plums bloom again next year, who will be in the boudoir next year? The incense nest has been built in March, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless! Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave an empty nest without leaving the beams.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; how long can the bright and beautiful beauty last, and it is hard to find it once it is wandering. Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. I am worried about killing the flower buryer in front of the steps. I lean on the flowers alone and shed my tears secretly. I can see traces of blood on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; the green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm. What happened to the strange slave is doubly distressing? Half pity for spring and half angry for spring.
The pity for spring comes and goes, and the anger goes away, and there are no words to hear. There was a sad song outside the court last night. Did you know it was the spirit of a flower or a bird? The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the world.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover the wind and flow. The nature is inherently clean and comes and goes, and it is better than the filth sinking into the ditch. If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried? People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year? Just look at the falling flowers in spring, which is the time when a beauty dies of old age; Appreciation----------"The Burial of Flowers" is a poem recited by the heroine Lin Daiyu in the chapter novel "Dream of Red Mansions" written by Cao Xueqin .
This poem imitates the early Tang Dynasty style of singing in style. It is called chanting flowers, but it is actually about people. The whole poem is a collection of blood, tears, resentment and anger. Through rich and peculiar imagination, dark and desolate pictures, and strong and sad mood, it shows Daiyu's sentimental character, inner conflicts and pain, and subtle and complex psychological activities. It is an experience of anxiety about one's own existence and a feeling of confusion about life that arises in the complex struggle process of life and death, love and hate.
The flower is used as a metaphor for people, and the fate of the flower is closely connected with the fate of people. It effectively accuses the evil forces of nature that destroy flowers and the dark social forces that strangle people. He writes flowers clearly and people realistically, integrating the characters' experiences, fate, thoughts, and emotions into the depiction of scenery and objects, creating an artistic conception with rich connotations, vivid images, and strong artistic appeal.
The whole poem is a true portrayal of Lin Daiyu’s life philosophy and life value. The whole poem is vividly lyrical, the language is like crying, the sound is sad, and every word is blood and tears. Every word in the whole poem is from the heart, and every word is condensed with blood and tears. It expresses Lin Daiyu's experiences and laments about her life experience deeply.
"The Song of Burial Flowers" describes the protagonist's arrogant character who is unwilling to be humiliated and filthy, and unwilling to bow his head when he fantasizes about freedom and happiness but cannot obtain it. These are where its ideological value lies.
Another value of this poem is that it provides readers with important clues to explore the tragedy of Bao Dai written by Cao Xueqin. Zhi Yanzhai's comments in the Jiaxu edition said: "I read "The Song of Buried Flowers" again and again, and on the 34th, I was so sad and sad that I forgot my life experience. I wrote it again and again, but could not approve it.
A guest said: "Sir, if you are not a precious jade, how can you write a pen?" Even if the words are double-circled, it is hard to predict the meaning of the poem. He will wait until he sees the precious jade and then criticize it. "Hey! "The Story of the Stone" came, so I stopped writing and waited." It is worth noting that the review points out that there is no way to criticize this poem without reading "Baoyu Houwen"; the reviewer also "stopped writing and waited". It is the "posterior text" related to this poem.
The so-called "poster text" of course refers to the text about Daiyu's death in the second half of the lost manuscript. If this poem only generally uses falling flowers to symbolize beauty's fate, then there is no need to wait for the later text; only when the words written in the poem are not general, and most of them are closely related to the subsequent plot of Daiyu's death, then there is no need to wait for the following text. It is necessary to emphasize that after reading the following text, you should go back and deepen your understanding of this poem.
It can be seen that "Ode to Buried Flowers" is actually a prophecy written by Lin Daiyu herself. They sew brocade bags for fallen flowers and bury incense graves for fallen flowers; they also weep and compose poems.
Only those who are as infatuated as Bao Dai can understand this unprecedented and unprecedented "ridiculous" behavior, and only when it happens to Bao Dai can the world understand it. The quatrains of Mingyi's "A Dream of Red Mansions" written at the same time as Cao Xueqin said: A sad poem about funeral flowers is like a prophecy coming true.
A wisp of the soul-reviving fragrance can revive the deep red silk threads of your family? "It seems like a prophecy has come true", this is what only those who know the plot of Daiyu's death written by the author can say. In the past, red scholars thought that Ming Yi might not be able to read the entire novel like Zhi Yan. From this quatrain, it can be seen that it is very likely that he has read part of the second half of the manuscript, or at least heard about it from the circle of the author's contacts. People talked about the main plot of the second half in more detail.
If the Mingyi quatrains mentioning later events, such as "gathering together like a spring dream and scattering like smoke" and "the stone returning to the mountain without aura", can still be known through speculation; then, writing about Baoyu The poems such as "The king and his grandson are thin and jagged" and "I am ashamed of Shi Jilun" that he was convicted and caused people in his heart to die of grief and anger for his misfortune can no longer be imagined. The same is true for the last two sentences in the poem quoted above: Mingyi said that he really hoped that there would be a soul-reviving fragrance that could bring Daiyu back to life, so that the two lovers Bao and Dai could become dependents, and bring the severed moon under the moon to life. The red silk rope held by the old man was connected again.
It is conceivable that as long as the "suffering" can be revived, the "red silk" can also be continued. This is very different from the later writers who imagined that the cause of Bao and Dai's tragedy was the involuntary marriage. If everything is as written in the sequel compiled by Cheng Weiyuan and Gao E, then Jia Baoyu belongs to someone else.
It has no effect on Daiyu's "sink". Of course, the purpose of "renewing the red silk thread" is not to make her the second concubine.
"The Flower Burial Song" "The person who buried the flowers today is laughing like crazy, who will he be buried next year?" and other last few sentences are repeated several times in the book, with special emphasis, and even parroting the chant through writing Poems are also mentioned. It can be seen that the day when the beauty dies of old age is indeed when the spring flowers fall, and it is not an empty comparison.
At the same time, it is said here that "I don't know who he is buried in", and previously it is said that "who can pity the red and faded fragrance", "it is hard to find once you wander", etc., then Daiyu is also like the clear sky. Wen could die like that in a very miserable and lonely situation. At that time, not everyone.
2. Poems about indifference
A glass of wine,
flows hotly through the throat.
The spring sunshine is particularly hazy at noon,
The spicy feeling stimulates my nerves.
Sensitive and fragile cries drip in the wind,
When will the meteor shower sprinkle my heart?
A gust of wind,
coolly blew out the light.
The scent of lemon in summer turns into a devil at midnight,
The invisible air wraps it up forever.
The cold heat mocks me sarcastically,
When will the years melt and dilute the traces that I cannot forget?
A dream,
phantomily modified the encounter.
The autumn maple leaves are particularly sad in the early morning.
The cold and weak memories are like dreams.
Everything in the memory hurts my heart.
Where can I feel warm?
A drop of tear,
finally in the silence of winter,
extinguished hope.
The pain of the past was torture;
The injuries of the past were poison.
The attic was filled with golden moonlight,
as if covered with a layer of gauze.
Who broke Mo Ran’s heart under the moonlight?
Explain what the reason is in winter. .
A drop of tear,
finally melted in the cold,
dropped into ice.
The smile that was once became a knife;
The beauty that was once became a dream.
The candlelight burned out under the moonlight in the attic,
It was like the excitement on the edge of life.
Who sees through the chaos of the world under the moonlight?
Is there any reason to feel distressed? In the cold.
This winter,
finally diluted the previous loneliness,
finally melted the previous melancholy.
Only the topic is left,
A cold topic.
Only indifference remains,
A kind of transparent tears.
3. Poems describing good news
Romantic Son (Zhou Bangyan)
A small fresh green pond, the wind curtain moves, and the broken shadows dance in the setting sun. The golden house comes and goes, and the swallows nest in the old days; the native flowers are lingering, and the berry wall is in front of me. How deep is the phoenix curtain in the embroidered pavilion? Listen carefully. I want to speak but stop, because I am worried about being a good boy. I choke before I sing, and I am worried about how close I am to clearing my wine cup.
I know that I have new makeup, and I have opened a Zhuhu household, so I should stay in the west wing of the moon. The most painful dream is that I won’t be able to go to Yizhou tonight. When asked, what time did he say that he had agreed with him? When the good news was secret, he sent it to Qin Jing and secretly exchanged it for Han Xiang? Heaven teaches people, so why not meet each other in an instant!
Magnolia Blossoms Slowly (Cheng Jiezhai)
The west wind blew last night's dream, flying straight to Guanghan Palace. Seeing the neon banner of Jiangjie, Chang'e stood still and stood up with two children. Diligent cinnamon branches are distributed, but it is said that there will be an immortal on that day. He has been banished to the human world for several years, but now he is hanging in a mulberry tree. The good news has not returned to the empty sky. The blue bird is difficult to pass. I heard that the cave has been completed, Nanzhou has been occupied, and the moon is shining brightly. In the early days of the ten-day banquet, I wrote this pure feeling in a few words. Three islands and ten continents are beautiful, but they are so close to the dust cage.
Silver Lamp (Du Anshi)
Good things come in vain. It's a pity that many emotions are misunderstood. Before the moon falls and the wind blows, I steal the meeting and give my heart to you. You Yunzhenyu. It's lingering, morning and evening. Feeling helpless to leave. And alcoholism, eyebrows grow together.
The past is desolate, and good news comes far and wide. Who can do this? Deep in the cave cloud. Looking back in darkness, falling flowers and catkins.
Congratulations to the bridegroom (Ding Jizhong)
I am so happy about the dream of Toad Palace. The clothes are pushed up, the treasures and guis are leveled, and the wet crows fly. The good news of the fruit retribution spreads beautifully, and the young in the Dan cave gives birth to a colorful phoenix. I miss Kong Shi and come to hug him personally. I don't envy Xu Qing's clear autumn water. Try to hear the sound and see through the true talent. Pei Qi Zi will be used when the time comes. At that time, Jiangzhang became a new favorite. When asked how to return, the fragrance of green lotus is heavy. It's all Liu Lang who looks at Cheng Chu, and how gentle he is for a moment. Meet my guest Qin Song. Zuo's Gongyang, what he learned from the beginning, looks at the family tradition, and the reputation is soaring now. Dance drunkenly, who will you fight with?
Miscellaneous words (a poem by Yijing) (Huijing)
Looking at the top of the mountain in Huazhi, I can see the ancient royal city. The pool of thousands of years is still clean, and the garden of thousands of years is still clear.
Like a solid road of shadows, destroying the mountains and rivers. The ancient ruins of Qibao Immortal Terrace,
the four-color ceiling and the sound of rain. The sound is far away, how late is it to regret oneself?
Not only did he hurt Huo Zhai, he was stunned at the middle gate, but he also complained about Baozhu and fancied Nagasaka. Looking across the countryside from Zhiping, my heart wanders across the seven seas. It disturbs the three realms and drowns in evil spirits. It is a pure craftsman who has forgotten all his skills.
Only those who can be benevolent and realize enlightenment can open up a profound path through the stillness of the dust. Chuang met Ji Ming and abandoned his body in the city.
He even asked for help from the fallen tree. Hold the pouch, keep the deeds, and keep the pearls pure. When you are covered with armor, you must be patient and strong.
Three tireless mausoleums and two carts, one foot that forgets to work and exceeds nine counts. The clear mu of Dingli River has been knotted for a long time, and the frost of the sword of wisdom cuts through the new fog. Throughout all the boundless great tribulations, one must practice cultivation and observe the six perfections during the six periods of life.
The merits of the flowing light will be collected, and the golden river will disappear and return to its permanent residence. He Linquan sang and performed for a week, and the good news of his saintly virtues continued to reverberate. The secret code of the Dragon Palace is explored in the sea, and the stone chamber of Mantra Mountain is looked up.
The current religion is in Zichen, and it is said that there are people in Fang Dynasty. The snow-capped mountains of Shahe River are lost in the direction of the direction, and the huge sea and cliffs are chaotic in the night. Go through thousands of deaths and seek life. Throwing a needle into an even acupuncture point is not the same metaphor.
A horse is restrained and a chariot is suspended. I don’t care about the happiness of this life, and I don’t pray for the prosperity of future generations.
I vow to risk my life in pursuit of victory, and hope that I will spread my love. Don't repeat the tired songs,
Look out and patrol around. I left two traces at Diannu Mountain in the east and three rounds at Luyuan in the west.
The city of Beishe is still there, and the cave of Nanweizunling is still there. Five peaks are beautiful, and hundreds of pools are divided.
The charming flowers shine brightly, and the brilliant trees reflect the three springs. Yang Xi pointed at the mountain, and he walked up to Jeta with him. Not only did I see the Tathagata folding his clothes on the stone, I also saw the heavenly instructions bursting into Yu'e.
Standing still at Fanyue Mountain, meditating on the river. Jin Huayi held the ceremony in front of him, and passed behind the empty hall of Fang Gai Mausoleum. When I circle the sutra and build it, I think it is like a divine contract.
When I return to Shaofu's stream, I will regenerate fluid, and when I return to Longhua, I will be surrounded by dust.
Qinyuanchun (Li Zengbo)
The old man, Xiang Yu, writes that another spring has passed. The old man cherishes his dreams, visits Shan in a small boat, feels ashamed of his grand plans, and merges cities thousands of miles away. Above the wings of the sky, the Ji group is empty. From now on, there is no old friend in Yangguan. Minjiang Road, recalling the storm and smoke in March. What a wonderful time. It happened to be Liu Xin, the official of the East Gate. And Shu Qing is so generous, so why feel the past? When you turn around and understand, it may not be the same as it is today. After asking about the South Tower, I returned to Xixu. You sang songs of Chu and Nong Yue sang. The eyebrows are yellow and close, fearing that Luo Ya will urge him to come out and there will be good news.
Linjiang Immortal (Wang Zhe)
The eight trigrams are clearly laid out, and each of the two people has four yang and yin. Search carefully for the mystery in the middle. If you can know this taste, you have obtained true gold. Tranquility hides purity and purity, but sweetness reveals good news. Gao Cen came out of Badu Mountain. Just when you can look out, you can climb up.
Walking around at leisure on an autumn night, I sent it to Zheng Yuanwai in Lushan Mountain and Fu Chushi (Yang Juyuan) in Shu County.
If my worries are not settled, there will be no reason for good times to come. Leading Chi Jiayin, the stars will continue to circulate.
Peng Lang is absolutely gorgeous, but the situation is poverty and sorrow. The fallen leaves are covered with bricks in the cold, and the lights are dimly lit at night.
Open the piano and find out the strings, peek at the moon and look down at the clear stream. The wild geese are flying slowly, and the curtains are rustling in autumn.
I miss the Shimen chant and admire the jade chicken tour. As if covered with color, Chonglan hides Fangzhou.
In the early autumn, I stayed in the temple and paid Zhang Shiyu Liuyun Jianjie (Yu Fu)
Sixty years ago, it was clear and dark, and the vines in the east were silent at dawn. The mountain light is purple, and the temple shadow is condensed with white clouds.
Cold birds fly from the wet leaves, and ancient monks are frightened in the deep forest. The breeze window spreads quietly, and the drizzle pavilion sings.
The clear rhyme is far away from the mountains and the clear water of Jiayin Lake. But he thought about what he had offered before, why he was called "Zhi".
Heavy Rain Miao Su (Zeng Ji)
One night the scorching sun turned to rain, and the dream returned to the cool and moist clothes.
Don’t worry about leaky houses and wet beds, and you like streams with deep banks.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the fifth watch of the phoenix trees should bring more good news.
Even if there is no field, I am still dancing with joy, not to mention the hope of the new year in the field.
4. What are the beautiful poems about Naihe Bridge?
The beautiful poems about Naihe Bridge include the following:
1. "Huangquan Road"
The road on the Naihe Bridge is Naihe, right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River.
There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and I meet Po Meng beside the gazebo.
2. "This Life"
Walking to Huangquan Road and stepping onto Naihe Bridge;
Seeing the Wangchuan River again, we gather at Wangxiang Terrace.
Tremblingly carved Sansheng stones, a bowl of Meng Po soup;
We didn’t stay together in the past life, and we have no destiny in this life.
Naihe’s soul is on the Naihe Bridge, recalling the past and the birth of Naihe.
After Meng Po’s soup, she forgot about the mortal world, and only hoped that she would not meet you again in the next life.
3. "This Life"
When you step into the underworld, your head will not turn around, and when you hear the Forgotten River, your heart will not be rippled.
After breaking through, I want to look back, but when I look at my hometown, I lament.
Looking back on three lifetimes, I can’t stop crying, but I can’t help but forget my feelings before my eyes.
I raise my head and drink all my tears in this life, praying that I will not be at a loss in the next life.
4. "The Vine Tangles the Tree"
Lian Lian, you and I have a promise of a hundred years.
If anyone dies at the age of 97, he will have to wait on the bridge for three years.
Lian, Lian, you and I have promised each other for a hundred years.
When we are in love, we only hope to stay together forever, but we have to wait for a thousand years on the bridge.
Even if we are connected, you and I have promised to stay together for a hundred years.
I am not afraid of falling into reincarnation forever, I just want to be in love forever
Lian Lian, you and I have promised to be together for a hundred years.
I don’t envy the endless joy of the West, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals
These are beautiful poems about describing Naihe Bridge, most of which describe love.