Poetry about the coast 1. Poems of flowers on the other side
On Thursday, August 6, 2009, at 03:22 pm, the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.
Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate. "-thoughts floating in the underworld is the night that inhabits the lonely soul, but I am surprised by the trembling of the soul. You are gorgeous and gorgeous, like blood, and the carpet stretches the lonely beard. I pray that I can't hold your hand in the afterlife. I regret never seeing you again in my life. I would rather give up the afterlife for a quick glance with you and let the eternal resident Naihe Bridge dye it in another color with love. Tears of flowers on the other side shed. In the nether world, the only romance on the road leads to tears in my dreams, which has passed away in my previous life. Once in a thousand years, flowers bloom and fall with tears and blood. The Buddha said that life is still bright without waiting for tears. We alternated for thousands of years on the other side of the life cycle, and then experienced thousands of years.
I miss each other but can't meet each other alone on the other side of the road. I meet you in my dream. You are a lotus without roots, and I am a safflower on the other side. You are as white as snow and I am as red as blood.
You are in the mirror pool in Tianshan Mountain. I am lonely in the dark, and the road is long.
At that moment, falling in love with you was the doom of my life, and there was nowhere to escape. I will wait forever! Three thousand days have changed, and you are finally old.
I'm still falling, and the dark river is gurgling ahead, giving me a shallow smile. Meng Po's soup bowl is empty.
When you set foot on Naihe Bridge, quiet inside, your heart is like a rock. And I, on the other hand, turned off the flowers.
Heartbroken, disheartened ....................................................................................................................................................................., I'm still alive! No soul, only body! But keep loving you! The flowers are on the other side! Always bloom leisurely on the other side! The heart of this shore, only on this shore, hesitates how many fireworks, how many dreams to pay between the wind and rain, and turns with the water.
I saw it. Get out! Disappeared, remember! My first love bloomed on you. You stamp it out.
Me, lost on the other side! In a previous life, we flew under the same sky. In this life, you are on the other side. I'm on this shore. I stare at your tearful face and feel your heartbreaking voice, but I can't wipe away your tears.
Flowers bloom, but also spend ... The end of things is like a flower that comes to an end ... When the wind blows away, it disappears ... The emotional memory of love is long, and the person who loved it is fleeting. What I can't forget is that feeling. What I saw disappeared.
I stood at the ends of the earth and heard the soil sprout. Waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again.
Leave the fragrance to the years, there is no lighthouse on the other side, and I am still looking around, white-haired in the dark. Flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and leaves and flowers will never meet.
Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate. You are a flower blooming on the other side! Will always be my fatal temptation! I swam through your deep eyes with words, deep eyes.
It is countless years and tears that always drown me deeply, and the bonus is like fire. Dusk lights the clouds on the horizon, the sunset sings to the water, and the ripples are sad.
Stretch out your arm, it is still beyond your touch in your life, it is still an unreachable distance, it is your deep sigh. Also, withered petals! Never reach the other shore will always be the support of happiness in this life! Maybe just looking at each other from a distance can keep your misty thoughts down! 1. What can we do in front of Naihe Bridge? The flowers on the other side bloom in front of Sansheng Stone, and the flowers on the other side cry alone, and the gorgeous people don't return.
At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty.
Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart! 2. The flowers on the other side will bloom leisurely on the other side forever. Only in this aspect can we hesitate to pay how many fireworks, how many dusty dreams are extinguished with the flow of water, and what we see has disappeared. Remember, the flowers have been spent ... the memory left is just a petal ... the wind has blown away, and there will be no more ... I met you in my dream that night. You are a white rootless lotus. I am a red flower on the other side. You are as white as snow. I am as red as blood. You fell into the Tianshan mirror pool. I'm lonely. I fell in love with your life in that long moment in the nether world. There's nowhere to run. I will wait 3000 days. You are old at last. I still fall. You come to the underground river in front of the ferry. Black water gurgled at me. Meng Po's soup bowl is empty. My heart is as heavy as a stone. My heart is broken and hopeless. My flowers are fragrant and I can't overcome the forgetfulness of bitter soup. I am still alive. I have no soul, only a body, but I insist on loving you. At that moment, I fell in love with you. There is no escape. I'll wait three thousand days. I will still fall to the other side. This kind of flower grows on the banks of the Yellow River. You may think it is not the most beautiful flower, but it must be the most injured flower. It has a god all its life. Words are accompanied by flowers on the other side. The sound of the piano haunts the Olympic bells. The fog rose. It is burning bright red with flowers and tears. The fog that lingers for thousands of years evokes acacia. The flowers on the other side are the feathers left by Cupid when he swept the sky. A fog gently dispersed, leaving a thousand-year-old oath. The flower on the other side is a sharp arrow shot by Al themis. No matter how helpless, how sorry, how happy, leave and then throw it out. The wounds of the Millennium will never heal, and now the flowers on the other side are blooming again, and the vows are intertwined. Who is it waiting for? 1 My world will gradually cool down and then go out. When darkness begins to appear, this is the end of the journey. If there is no light in this darkness, everything will be impossible. Like a seed scattered by the wind, I think I'm lost. Like a ship in the dark, I don't think I can dock. However, time and space are still brightly lit. Like a lighthouse, slowly guide me to the sky where the stars gather on the other side. There are no flowers as dazzling and fragrant as you on the other side. Walking through the desolate river bank, the ecstasy of life is amazed at the light on the other side at this moment. I almost mistakenly thought that the world started from this moment before the boundary between life and death, and the flowers on the other side of life spread out. At the end of the day, I suddenly forgot what it was like to light the torch on the other side like blood. Take out the time that has completely disappeared and look at everything carefully. Under the fragrance of the other shore, it is like a mountain spring spewing. 8 Life moves from abundance to withering. The life that flies by is hurried and vague. Only by stopping and looking back can we ponder it carefully. When you look back, you see the other side. 9. Looking back at that moment, time stayed in the sky, and the clouds finally gathered into a river.
2. What poems describe the "river bank"?
1. Look at the river bank in the shade of the city. Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan's "Around the Buddha Pavilion"
2. The river bank recedes slightly, and the willow shadows are carved. Year: Tang Author: Du Mu "Autumn Shore"
3. Flowers bloom beautifully, overlooking the middle of the river, and the city is hidden by the riverbank. Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan's "Around the Buddha Pavilion"
4. How old are you when you are levied on a river embankment? Year: Tang Author: Zhang "Two Chunjiang Songs"
5. Ride a horse on the bank of the Yellow River and shoot sculptures to clear the frost. Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao's "Send Lu Tingchao"
6. Visit the temple near the river bank and open the building to see the seamounts. Year: Tang Author: Yu's "Send the History Book to Go" Fu
7. Li Man is snowing on the river bank. He is dressed like a clock. Year: Tang Author: "Gong Yue Return to Nanmeng Family Brothers"
8. The riverside is green and faint in the rain. Year: Song Author: The stormy days around Lu You in beginning of spring.
9. The iron bullwhip comes from the bank of the Yellow River and eats coral at the bottom of the ocean. Year: Song Author: Shi Sizong's Twenty-six Ancient Fu Poems
10. fengyuan river bank, shepherd flute village. Year: Song Author: Lu You's Tomorrow Comes Again, It's cloudy again.
1 1. Interpretation and introduction of characters
1. Look at the river bank in the shade of the city. Zhou Bangyan (1056-1121), a famous poet in China at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, was born in Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) and has a beautiful name, Muslim lay. , Tai, Professor Luzhou, Zhilishui County, etc. Hui Zong is waiting for Huiyou Pavilion and promoting Sheng Da's house. Proficient in melody, he created many new tones. Most of his works are based on boudoir love and travel, and there are also works of chanting things. The rules are strict. Language is elegant and elegant. Long tunes are particularly good at narration. It was later occupied by metrical poets. In the old ci theory, he was called "the crown of ci poets". There is a Muslim Collection handed down from generation to generation.
2. Du Mu (803- about 852 AD), born in Jingzhao Wannian (now Xi, Shaanxi), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Du Mu is called "Xiao Du" to distinguish him from Du Fu. Also known as "Little Du Li" with Li Shangyin. Because he lived in South Fan Chuan Villa in Chang 'an in his later years, he was later called "Du Fanchuan" and wrote "Collected Works of Fan Chuan".
3. Li Qi (690-75 1), Han nationality, born in Dongchuan (now Santai, Sichuan), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. I lived in Dengfeng, Henan Province when I was a teenager. In the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan, he was a scholar and served as a junior officer of Xinxiang County Commandant. His poems are mainly based on frontier fortress themes, and his style is bold and sad, especially the seven-character songs.
4. Zhou Bangyan (1056-1121), a famous poet in China at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, was born in Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang), with a beautiful name and a Muslim laity. , Tai, Professor Luzhou, Zhilishui County, etc. Hui Zong is waiting for Huiyou Pavilion and promoting Sheng Da's house. Proficient in melody, he created many new tones. Most of his works are based on boudoir love and travel, and there are also works of chanting things. The rules are strict. Language is elegant and elegant. Long tunes are particularly good at narration. It was later occupied by metrical poets. In the old ci theory, he was called "the crown of ci poets". There is a "halal collection" handed down from generation to generation.
5. Lu You (1125165438+1October13-165438+1October 26th).
6. Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty poet, Han nationality. There are more than 500 existing poems, most of which are short five-character ancient poems, which are represented as Ode to a Wanderer. Known as the "poet's prison", it is also as famous as Jia Dao, and is called "Jiaohan Island Thin". In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan). Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately. Meng Jiao's ancestral home is Pingchang (now northeast of Linyi, Shandong). He lives in Luoyang (now Henan). When his father Ting Jun was a lieutenant in Kunshan County, he was born in the suburbs. Meng Jiao lived in poverty in his early years and traveled to Hubei, Hunan and Guangxi. When Zhang Jianfeng was guarding Zhenyuan Xuzhou, the suburbs went to pay homage. At the age of 46 (45), he began to enter the Jinshi, and there is a poem "After the Senior High School Entrance Examination": "There was no limit to boasting in the past, but now there is no limit to debauchery; Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers all in one day. ".Then return to the east and go to Bianzhou (now Kaifeng, Henan) and Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang).
3. Poems about "Flowers on the Other Side"
Datura flower-[Song] I was in Chen's garden, with strange flowers and different grasses and jade all over the house. The autumn wind does not dare to blow, indicating that the sky is fragrant. Smoke dreams of money and wood is full of makeup. At the same time, in different tones, Xiao Yue's light is low. The flowers over there bloom and the leaves fall forever. Cause and effect are doomed to life and death. Flowers and leaves are two stages of life, and Naiheqiao has been waiting for thousands of years. A bowl of soup in Meng Po is unforgettable.
(2) There are flowers on the other side, and there is no chance between flowers and leaves. Forget that the river is calm, there is a natural barrier between him and the shore. The fire is long, and the previous life is scattered. May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, goodbye.
(3)
On the other side of Huang Zhao, flowers bloom for thousands of years. Love is not a cause and effect, and the fallen leaves come back to the roots for another thousand years. Flowers bloom all over the world on the other side, and it is difficult to be sad again. The west wind is cool alone, but the east wind is hard to pick.
4. Poems with "Far Shore"
The following four songs ~
Welcome to the trend, welcome to the trend.
Author: Lu Guimeng
Jiang Shuang Yan Xi Maple Leaf Dan, high tide and cold city. The gull nest is low and the fishing foil is short.
Far shore does not rot. Tide is boundless, filling both its greatness and its essence.
I am a recluse in Chai Men, lonely and lingering.
Thanks to the kindness of the tide, merits are attributed to miscellaneous elements.
Go to Zhao Jiawei in the evening
Author: Wang
Chuanguang sails hang, and light clouds wither.
Polygonum flowers are far from the shore, and reed leaves are hidden in low fields.
The wind rises in the green apples, and the clouds return to Bai Niao.
There are many mountains and rivers, and I am carefree.
An Gongzi collects residual rain on the far shore.
Author: liuyong
The residual rain is collected on the far shore, and it feels a little dim. The people in Shicui Tingzhou (1) are silent, and the seagulls and herons stand in pairs. When will you watch it? Fishing lanterns are hidden in Jianpu ②. Stop drawing radial direction (3) and talk in two boats. Tonight's journey road refers to the smoke tree in Qiancun.
You become a wanderer, and you will have nothing to do in a short time. Qian Shan is obsessed with water. Where do you want to go to the countryside? After parting, Fengting Yueting got together alone. Just heartbroken, provoked bitter separation. Listen to Du Yu and persuade people to go home.
Tongguan Heting
Author: Feng Xue
Heavy responsibilities, such as holding the moon, such as squatting, bend Qin Chuan's self-esteem.
Heaven and earth open the imperial palace, and mountains and rivers open the Longmen.
The sound of the oars is rolling, and the willow color is a little far from the village.
Eyes full of stormy waves, the past is gone, and who has been disappointed in these years?
5. Poems about streams
The mountains enter the scenic area in green cages, and the empty valley whispers back to the stream.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.
Baiyunquan
The cloud roots flow with jade liquid, and the roof rocks are discharged.
A fragrant bottle is like wine, but a cool bottle can make tea.
When the house is built deep in the mountains, the moon and breeze are relatively idle.
However, Xiaoxi is busy with things and travels around the world.
clear stream
Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
At the retreat in Wang Changlin.
Changjian
Here, in a clear deep lake, the hidden place is just a lonely cloud.
The moon in the middle of the pine forest is shining like a husband.
Maoting has a thick shadow, and the peony garden gathers moss particles.
I also want to reject the secular, and the western hills Luan crane gregarious.
clear stream
Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Taohuajiang
Xu Zhang
A faint flying bridge separates wild smoke,
Ask the fishing boats on the west bank of shiji.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day.
Where is the cave in Qingxi?
rivulet
Chou-yu Cheng
Lying between grass and flowers
There are sleepy red dots and immature green.
It's like Wan Li flowing through thousands of centuries.
On the line where my melancholy eyes are best suited to stay.
Like a fallen fence
Like a ribbon wrapped around the bottom of my little garden.
When I walk, you hold my shadow like a corridor.
When I take a nap, you are my dream road.
Dreaming of the ancient cold and the barrier of distant mountains
I dreamed that the girl was leaning against the lamb, and snowflakes were drifting across the grassland.
Moreover, at that time, I was a cuckoo.
Dreaming that spring will not come, I have nothing to say for a long time.