The Story of Li Shangyin's Love Poems
Judging from the theme of chanting, Li Shangyin's poems can be mainly divided into several categories:
Politics and reciting history. As an intellectual who cares about politics, Li Shangyin wrote a lot of poems in this field, and about 100 poems have been handed down. Among them, Bai Yun in the Western Suburb, Shi Dong Sui and Two Feelings are more important works. Li Shangyin's early political poems were mostly based on Chen's current situation, and their harsh tone of grief and indignation and sense of self-expectation reflected his mentality at that time. In poems about political and social contents, it is a feature of Li Shangyin's poems to borrow historical themes to reflect his views on contemporary society. Fu Hou, two poems of Northern Qi Dynasty, Mao Ling, etc. It is a representative.
Express one's feelings and recite things. Li Shangyin's career was bumpy all his life, and his ambition could not be realized, so he used poetry to dispel his depression and anxiety. Ding An Tie Tower, In Spring, Happy Garden and Du Gongbu in the Middle of Shu are the most popular songs. It is worth noting that many seven-character poems in this kind of works are considered as important successors of Du Fu's poetic style.
Emotional poetry. The works that cherish inner feelings, including most untitled poems, are the most distinctive parts of Li Shangyin's poems, and are also the most concerned by later generations, maintaining a style similar to untitled poems. Five Willow Branches, Sending Friends to the North on a Rainy Night, Mourning for the Past and Going East, Three Passes of Snow, etc. It embodies the artistic conception of another style of Li Shangyin's emotional poems.
Socializing and communicating. Among Li Shangyin's poems used for communication, several poems addressed to Hu Ling Mao (seeing off to fill a vacancy, sending a message to Secretary Ling Huchong, paying for a doctor, sending him to be a bachelor, dreaming of being a bachelor, and Hu Ling Scheeren saying that the drama on the moon last night was a gift) are particularly eye-catching, which provides an explanation for his relationship with Hu Ling Mao.
I feel that Li Shangyin's untitled poems are definitely love poems between men and women, not ordinary feelings between men and women. The Tang people did not have too many constraints on the love between men and women. If Li Shangyin is in contact with an ordinary singer or something, he can say something like "slim waist and light palm". Mu Yun, who was associated with the film in In the Mood for Love, was finally depressed. He wanted to say it, but there was nowhere to say it. He has to dig a tree hole and put the words in it. He guessed that most of Li Shangyin fell in love with married women, and the status of married women was unusual, and they might even be nobles such as the imperial concubine, because everyone would watch the song "Three Songs in Bicheng" for a while, which implied the identity of the heroine. In the Tang Dynasty, the love affair between unmarried men and women, as well as the love affair between bureaucratic talents and dusty women, was more tolerated by the society, such as Yingying Biography and Li Wa Biography, but it was also very dangerous for married women to have an affair with others. For example, in Non-Smoke Biography, Bu had an affair with scholar Lv Xiang and was tied to a post by her husband and beaten to death. Therefore, Li Shangyin's untitled poems can only be regarded as poems associated with beautiful women who are in love with Li Shangyin, and not all of them were written by Li Shangyin. I say this because there is a saying in the poem Untitled: "When you look in the mirror in the morning, you see clouds change, but when you sing in the evening, you dare to be cold in jathyapple." Only a beautiful woman will pay so much attention to the details of the sideburns in the mirror. There was also a beautiful poet named Xue Yuan in the Tang Dynasty, who had a good poem. Her poem is written like this: "If you want to write a painter's pen, you must look in the mirror first." I have lost face, and I gradually feel that my temples are dying. It is easy to draw with tears, but difficult to write with sadness. In case you forget, I'll show you the photos. Just like "seeing clouds change in the morning mirror, singing at night dares to chill the moon"
Inlaid harp
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
The Palace of the Sui Emperor
His Ziquan Palace has been occupied by clouds, because he will take the whole Yangzhou as his private territory.
If the imperial seal had not been seized by Tang Taizu, he would have set sail long ago.
On today's rotten grassland, there is no fire, but crows still inhabit the weeping willows at dusk.
If he met, the world was in chaos, and the later Emperor Chen, do you think they would mention a "Garden Flower"? .
(2)
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
(4)
Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.
Jiao Shan
It's never a long rope, and water hates more when it reaches the clouds.
Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Huaxiazui
You don't feel drunk when you are looking for incense, and the days of sleeping by trees have tilted.
After the guests woke up in the middle of the night, they lit red candles to enjoy the residual flowers.
Qujiang
At ordinary times, green chariots pass by, and Kong Wen's midnight ghost laments.
Today has not returned to the whole city, and the Jade Palace still divides Yuan Bo.
When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane, and I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family.
Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.
The flowers have fallen
Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind.
The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? , the eyes are still thin.
Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
willow
I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene.
Wei You
The beauty behind the mica screen is particularly beautiful, but it is too cold for a short time in winter in Beijing.
Married a high-ranking official's husband for no reason, not loving warm incense, but wanting to ascend the throne early.
Untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Bi Cheng's Three Poems (Ⅰ)
When the twelve songs are dry, the rhinoceros turns to dust and the jade turns to cold.
There are many books attached to cranes in Yuen Long, but there are no trees in the girls' beds.
When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window. When the rain crosses the river, you can see them from another seat.
If Zhu Xiao is bright and clear, it will be decided. Water tray for planting trees.
Duanju
Books in the distance return to dreams, and only empty beds are Su Qiu's enemies.
Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is sad in the rain.
Write poems about history
The water at the south foot of Beihu Lake is long and the flag drops 100 feet.
More than 300 years have been like a short dream. Does Zhongshan in Jinling really have dragon petals?
Commemorative words
Yongshou soldiers came at night, and Jinlian did not copy the atrium.
Brother Liang is on the night shift, and the wandering wind is nine bells.
1 1 In the middle of the month, watch plum blossoms in the hurricane.
The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy.
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost.
Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days.
Two Poems by Ma Wei (Ⅱ)
In vain, I heard the legend that overseas Kyushu, the afterlife is unpredictable, and this life will not stop.
When they heard the guards guarding them, they fought swords at night, and there were no more chickens in the palace.
The Sixth Army has agreed that they will all be stationed in Malaysia. On the old Qixi Festival, we also laughed at the Weaver Girl.
How can the four seasons be emperors? It is better to have Mochow's Lujia.
Fuhou
Seven countries and three sides are not worried, and thirteen bodies attack Fuping.
Don't collect gold bullets and throw them out of the forest, but cherish the silver bed at the wellhead.
Colored trees turn to light beads strewn at random, embroidered sandalwood back to the pillow and jade carvings are beautiful.
If you don't report early guests, you get the new word Mochow.
Gongci
Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.
Don't let the flowers fall in front of you, the cool wind is only at the west end of the temple.
Give two songs (one song)
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Athena Chu
On the mountain, I left the palace and went upstairs. In front of the building, the river flows by the palace.
Chu Tian Huang Yu, Song Yu has no worries and worries about himself.
Banqiao xiaobie
Looking back at the high city falling into the river, the window of the pavilion presses the microwave.
Narcissus wanted to go to carp, and Furong cried all night.
Yinhe blowing sheng
Looking forward to the Milky Way blowing jade, cold and bright.
Dream about his death again, don't be scared by the girl last night.
The moon pavilion is fragrant because of the rain, and the residual candle in the wind curtain is self-frosted.
There is no need to make waves. Qin Xiao has his own feelings.
Xiyanglou
There are always many twists and turns in a person's life. It is like trying to climb a very high tower, only to find that a higher floor is still ahead.
I want to ask where Gu Hong is going, but I don't know his life experience.
Yat sen villa
Deep in the city, spring goes and summer comes.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Longchi
Longchi gave wine to open the cloud screen, and the drums stopped.
The midnight banquet returned to the palace forever, and Wang Xue woke up drunk.
tears
Yongxiang resented for many years, leaving his feelings behind and thinking about the storm all day.
There are infinite marks on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, which are sprinkled in front of the first monument.
People went to Qiu Zi to enter the fort, and soldiers heard songs at night.
Chao Lai Ba Shui Qiao asked that the jade green robe had not arrived.
Wandering warbler
Yinger drifted in the jagged waves and couldn't bear to cross the stranger.
The punch line is unintentional, and there may not be a moment.
On windy mornings and rainy days, Song opened and closed thousands of doors.
I can't bear to listen to the pain of spring. Where is the flower branch in Fengcheng?
kung fu
The dragon sill is heavy and the water is clear, and the forbidden door hides the human voice.
The prince of Wu gave a banquet in the palace and went out for the night.
Chang'e
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Remember the first division?
Don't leave the public for nothing, the imperial city Zhong Xiaoyi Xifeng.
The furnace vanished, the light was dim, and the teenager opened the door with scattered snow.
drizzle
Curtain floating in Bai Yutang, chewing gum rolling.
Chu women were interested at that time, and it was cool.
Two songs without titles
Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.
It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.
Maybe you are on the bank of weeping willows, stopping to chase; How can you wait until it is sent to the southwest wind?
There are many curtains in your carefree house, where ecstasy will last all night.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Jia sheng
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
All untitled poems:
Untitled (1)
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Dynasty Style: Five Ancient Categories: Unknown
The eight-year-old girl likes to look in the mirror secretly and has been able to raise her eyebrows.
At the age of ten, I went for an outing and imagined the clothes that Lotus made for myself.
I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out.
At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.
At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring.
Two songs without titles
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.
It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Two songs without titles
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Untitled
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Two songs without titles
Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang School: Seven Laws Category: Unknown
( 1)
Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.
Brother Wang visited him with the terrorists and saw that he had a drink, so he mourned for it.
Don't go, because send.
(2)
Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now the Song belongs to Tan Lang.
There is no place to hang curtains, so I fall down on the bed when I want to dust.
Ji's teenager is still poor, how can the charming girl on the left expect it?
All diseases are difficult to cure, and the west wind is long in Wan Li.
Untitled
The sound of the shadow is pitiful, and the lotus leaf in Yaochi is just a field.
Don't look back at Shaw History, and don't look at Hongya patting her on the shoulder.
The purple phoenix gave Chu Pei a charming title, and the red scales danced wildly to pluck the strings of Hunan.
E Jun watches the boat in the middle of the night, embroidering and burning alone.
Untitled
Tanabata came first, and the curtain foil of the new house was still hanging.
The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.
Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.
Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.
Untitled
It is said that the sepals of Yanmen are green, and last year it was the end of the world.
But after attending the feast like Xiaoshi, I didn't expect to peek at the palace flowers.
Untitled
The water is like a jade chain, and the next Cai Chengwei is in danger.
Red cherries contain snow, and heartbroken voices sing sunshine.
Untitled
Acacia can be helpless during the day, and Yancheng will pass by on a clear night.
I only know that spring comes sparsely, but I don't know that spring comes alone.
Untitled
At dusk, I want to go to the high-rise building alone, and the cross lovers on the stairs don't come, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Untitled
Hideteru high-rise building in the southeast wind, people in where will you go sing "Shizhou".
Even if Mei likes Chunshan and Chunshan likes Mei, I don't know how sad it is.
Untitled
Thick wicker covered in smoke, every branch is unwilling to leave, and thousands of branches wipe the sunset in the twilight.
Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.
Untitled-1
The unrest in Wan Li,
Looking back is even more ridiculous.
Bijiang land has no yuan,
Huang Hesha also stayed here less.
Virtue and death will eventually be reported to God,
Yicheng town hengqiu.
Is life long and meaningless?
Nostalgia grows old.
Untitled (A Yunyang City) by Li Shangyin
The white road lingers in the dusk, hissing away the seven fragrant cars.
Who laughs at the spring breeze? One hundred thousand houses in Yangcheng are wasted.
It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry.
The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry.
I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror.
Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.
According to Liang Chu, sentient beings are famous for their water.
Skirts are smaller than hibiscus and hair is lighter than jade.
The brocade book is solemn, and the eyebrows are fine.
Don't play chess nearby, the center is the most uneven.
You tirelessly repay others, and you are invited in autumn and summer.
Zhu Bi turned to look down, and the water was clear and lonely.
The exposed flowers are always wet, and the wind and butterflies are strong and charming.
If you join hands here, you are not talking to yourself.
The purple fairy is a treasure lamp, and the cloud slurry has not been drunk into ice.
How to create a bright night in a snowy month, especially on the twelfth floor of Yaotai.
Deep affection, lingering thoughts.
-Appreciation of Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
This paper points out the unique artistic style of Li Shangyin's poetry creation through the in-depth analysis of Letter to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night: image, delicacy, implication and profundity. ?
Keywords: multiple styles; Misplaced perspective; Euphemism; Scene fusion; include
Li Shangyin (8 13-858), a native of Yuxi, was a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty. ?
Li Shangyin's poems present a variety of styles, as Zhou commented: "There are beautiful tassels of treasures, a net of fine silk, and a flowing space"? 1. His poetry occupies an important position in the history of China's poetry, opening up a new artistic conception and enriching the artistic achievements of Tang poetry. Based on the appreciation of Li Shangyin's Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night, this paper reveals the unique artistic style of his poetry creation: image, delicacy, implication and profundity. ?
June asked whether the return date has not yet been determined.
Autumn pool night rain rises. ?
When * * * cut candles at the west window?
But words in the rain at night. ?
This is a well-known poem written by Bashu, a poet living in a distant foreign land, to his wife in Chang 'an. Li Shangyin's love for his wife is sincere. They were married less than 12 years, and their wife died. Even in that 12 year, because the poet was wandering around, he could not get together with his wife often. As the saying goes, a little parting is better than a wedding. Li Shangyin and his wife are often separated for a long time, so they have a deeper and stronger understanding of their love and acacia. In his works, he shows the enthusiasm of "spring silkworm spinning silk" and "wax torch turning into ash", showing a unique artistic style. ?
This little poem is written clearly, without allusions or comparisons, and goes straight to books, landscapes and words. The affection in the scene, the blending of the scene and the infinite affection in the plain words leave endless room for aftertaste. ?
At the beginning of the first sentence, you directly call the other person "Jun" and draw a picture of lovesickness between husband and wife from a unique perspective: Dear wife, you must be anxious to ask me when I will come back, so I'm telling you now that I don't know when I can go home. The uniqueness of this poem lies in the poet's writing of acacia from a misplaced perspective, that is, the other party may not really write to ask about the date of return, but the poet imagines that his wife is missing and asks about the date of return. In China's ancient poems, the poems about lovesickness often do not directly describe how they miss each other, but how they miss themselves, thus implicitly expressing the poet's feelings of missing. For example, Du Fu's "Looking at the Moon" shows his missing for his wife by imagining that his wife misses him on a moonlit night. The phrase "Jun asks if he will return soon" seems dull, but it injects the thoughts of his wife into every word, which is euphemistic, affectionate and intriguing. ?
"Late Rain Rising in Autumn Pond" is about the environment in which he lived at that time, that is, the scenery. The poet described a specific environment in concise language: Bashan, autumn night and heavy rain. The author gives a more specific description of this environment, not only describing the rain in the sky, but also describing the rain accumulated underground. Through the realistic scenery, people seem to feel such an atmosphere: it is dark all around, it is raining cats and dogs, the pool is full, there is no intimate friend around the author, and it is raining cats and dogs, making people feel lonely and desolate. This intermittent autumn rain makes people upset, the pool is full of feelings, and the nature author's heart is also surging. Then, the feeling of "autumn pool rising" is more than torrential autumn rain and rising pool water. Obviously, it is the emotional wave of the author's infinite yearning for his wife in sleepless nights. Therefore, there are deep feelings in the scenery, and the environment is written, but it is not just the environment. There is a word "love" between the lines. In this way, the blending of scenes constitutes an artistic realm.
If the first two sentences are written as prospect, then the last two sentences are written as future. On the night of autumn rain, the poets touched the scene, spread their wings of imagination and expressed their love with rich natural associations. The poet chose two modes here: one is the dynamic scissors, and the other is the confirmation of pronunciation. "* * * Cut the candle at the west window" depicts a beautiful picture of a beautiful night in detail and infinitely, and the word "* * *" describes the intimate mode. However, the word "He Dang" pushed the beautiful scenery described by the poet into the distance and into the void. This beautiful scenery turned out to be nothing more than the poet's yearning for it. As for when to return to my gentle hometown, everything is "irregular". This is a cruel thing and a helpless thing. This sentence is full of emotion, but it does not contain a word "emotion", which is very implicit. ?
There is no better way to express your feelings than words. "Keep your word". The poet imagined that husband and wife would get together, talk by candlelight and communicate with each other. "Refusing to talk" is a retrospective memory. The poet imagines that time at this time, and then he is talking about this time, talking about the feelings of missing when the rain is there at night.
Image, delicacy, implication and profundity are the artistic features of this poem.