A poem about the sharp contrast between scenes 1. Scenery poetry
(of a young woman) complaining in the boudoir.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Changling Wang
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have sent my husband to Hou Feng.
Ruan Langgui in early summer
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Green locust, high willow, swallow and new cicada. The wind began to enter the strings. The blue screen window is full of smoke. The sound of chess scares the day and sleeps.
After a light rain, Xiao He turned over. Liu Hua is in full bloom. Jade basin hands understand the spring. Zhu Qiong is broken but round.
Two quatrains
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
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2. Poetry about contrast
By the Millennium,
Fingers outlive pine trees. -Li Qingzhao's "Eternal Happiness" is a favorite beauty.
The red powder of Jiuqu is hard to compare.
It's true that you are born with a tender face to repair moths.
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-Liu Yong's "Wei Chi Cup", when the flowers fall in the moonlight, the word is reduced by Yu Di.
Liu layman looked back, all the way.
If it's farther than Yinhe Road. -Yan's "Nanxiangzi" compares people's tears to peach blossoms, and tears are self-satisfied; -Cao Xueqin's "Peach Blossom" ghosts and gods don't know why, and love life more than ephemera.
-Wang Changling's "Introduction to Elegance" There are no graceful leaves on the edge of the diaphragm, but it is full of beautiful flowers.
Look carefully at what to compare, Xiao Xia's first overlapping Chicheng Palace.
-Xue Tao's "Golden Snuff" Tang Changhua, climbing the opera competition.
Fold and compare colors, such as-Bai Juyi's "Bai Mudan and Money Works" stands in front of today's red peony, and a few flowers want to be old and new.
When you are open, you can't understand color, but when you are backward, you will know it like an illusion.
How many places are you going? I want to ask the master about residual flowers.
-Bai Juyi's "Peony Flowers Send to the Master"
3. Poetry with a blend of scenes
The solitary sail has a blue sky, but only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
4. 20 questions about writing poems in scenes.
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Sometimes, some people can't see clearly what they are doing in their own environment. This is what people often say: I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain. The poem of Su Zhe, a poet in the Song Dynasty, illustrates this simple truth.
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5. What are the poems that blend scenes?
Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Meng Haoran in the spring dawn
Don't learn from the dawn in spring sleep. Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek
People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon rises and the mountain birds are startled, when the spring flows.
Zhu wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Meng Haoran at night on Jiande River
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Wang Wei is in the mountains.
White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.
There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
Wang Wei, a mountain dweller in autumn
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
Bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves bend in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Drink Tao Yuanming
Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.
Asking what you can do is far from self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.
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