The flower of "ancient poetry" contained in ancient poetry, although only two words, contains infinite feelings and endless beauty ... In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that there is also a section of nature in ancient poetry! If you want to talk about flowers, you must say the flower king-peony. Ouyang Xiu's "Tale of Peony in Luoyang", a sentence "Peony is the only flower in the world", proves the status of peony as the king of flowers. In the Tang Dynasty, peony was the "darling" of the royal family. Liu Yuxi once said: "Only peony is the real national color. When it blooms, it will move to the capital." You see, a small peony flower can shake the capital as soon as it opens. The elegance of peony attracts generations of ladies, and the ancient beauty Yang Guifei likes the rare green peony in Peiping best. No wonder Luo Yin in the Tang Dynasty wrote in Peony Flower: To teach Jieyu, you should turn your back on your old country and be ruthless and moving. Compared with peony, peach blossom is like a small jasper. Although shy, there is a delicate and extraordinary feeling. Sister Taohua really loves beauty. She wears heavy makeup and dresses beautifully, gorgeous but not demon, just right. Now I finally understand what "every pair of spring breeze is fragrant and rouge is thicker". Peach blossoms are colorful, red as fire, pink as chardonnay, plain as beauty, white as snow ... every kind of peach blossoms makes people love it. It's really "a bunch of peach blossoms have no owner, and the lovely dark red reflects the light red." Lotus, which emerges from the mud but is not stained, has been praised by poets and celebrities since ancient times. Lotus has attracted countless people with its graceful beauty and refreshing fragrance. Lotus, oh no, it's a bud. The budding flower bones are hidden in the dense lotus leaves, but the sharp head can't be hidden, which becomes "Xiao He only shows its sharp horns, and the dragonfly has long stood on its head." The lotus leaf as delicate as water is like a pool of flawless jade, which is addictive and intoxicating. Green leaves with red lotus, good picture. "The leaves are infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." The lovely petals of the lotus flower, the face of the pear flower with rain after the new rain, the graceful posture and the graceful temperament all tell that "the mud never touches, and the ripples are clear but not demon." Three friends in the cold age are also frequent visitors in literati's works. Let's start with May! Plum blossom is neutral in the corner, facing the plum blossom blooming in the cold, with noble and strong will. In Mo Mei, only the fragrant plum blossom is left, which expresses the noble character of Mei. In A Dream of Red Mansions, the poem "Colorful, Finally Let Plum Blossom Win the Championship" also describes the plum blossom's uncontested moral character, but vaguely reveals a kind of arrogance with its own specialty. Some plum blossoms suffer from the envy of blooming flowers for no reason, just like "no intention to compete for spring, everyone is jealous." Oh, this plum blossom is so arrogant and selfless. "It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but the fragrance remains the same." Let's talk about bamboo again Food is the most important thing for the people, but the great poet Su Shi said, "You can cook without meat, and you can't build a house without bamboo." Listen, how interesting, there is no meat to eat, but you can't live without bamboo. "Bamboo Stone" wrote: I insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. This poem vividly depicts the tenacious quality of bamboo that is not afraid of wind and rain and difficulties. Ancient poetry is a magnifying glass, which helps us to discover the beauty in nature carefully. The wonder of ancient poetry lies in depicting extraordinary sentiments with simple words; The beauty lies in being able to express extraordinary feelings through ordinary things; The beauty is that people are still wanting more and have a long aftertaste!
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Song of Chang Gan
Lipper
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
Then, when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Don't understand big.
Gaoshi
the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun,
The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another.
Mochow didn't know the way ahead,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you!
Yulin ridge, chilling and sad. Liu Yong
It's too late for Changting. At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who can say!
Send Shen Zifu to Jiangdong
Wang Wei
Liudaokou is sparsely populated,
The teacher paddled to the entrance.
Only lovesickness is like spring scenery,
Jiangnan jiangbei will take you home.
Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Lipper
My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
I only saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
The deputy generals Li and Wang were demoted and moved to the middle of summer and Changsha.
Gaoshi
What do you think of this,
Take our horse to get the stirrup cup? .
Do these tears mean that all the monkeys in Wugu are crying?
Or the news that Hongyan returned from Hengshan? .
On the river between the green maples, the autumn sails are getting dark,
There are only a few old trees by the wall of White God.
But the new year will definitely make us feel the nectar from heaven.
Cheer up, we will be together again soon! .
Send someone to visit the east.
Wen tingjun
This ancient castle is covered with yellow leaves.
You insist on giving up this place where you once lived.
There is a strong wind blowing at Hanyang Ferry.
The sunrise lit up the peak of the camp gate.
Who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me,
After your lonely boat enters the end of the sky? .
I keep asking you when we'll meet again,
When we use wine glasses to soften the pain of parting.
Meet sb. leave
Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered;
A cloudy wine will make you happy, so say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Arima
I am a lotus girl,
Tears welled up in my heart.
If you see lotus tears,
Do you know how bitter lotus is?
I am a lotus girl,
Just use your heart.
Tonight, song for you,
Every sentence is a sad song.
I am a lotus girl,
Dancing for you day and night.
See how many things there are in the world?
My only friends are me and you.
I am a lotus girl,
In my dream, you and I are a poet.
I hope there are lovers in the world,
Get married one day.
I am a lotus girl,
Please remember all of my heart.
A few days ago, the lotus was in full bloom.
Flowers bring my blessing.
2. Map of fisherman's father
Spring breeze blows green trees,
The world of mortals is hard to break,
Say goodbye to sadness.
Even without any advantages,
A strong heart remains,
Don't ask God for help.
The world pursues the east water,
Only heroes walk alone;
Look at that flying ship,
Nandu again.
Where does duckweed go?
Sighing that the past is unbearable,
A sad scene.
Mountains and rivers are still there,
I cann't express my pride,
A few degrees in spring and autumn in the storm.
Back on the ninth, sometimes,
Why ask heaven a thousand words?
Driving Hong Fei,
Go to the sky.
Four or three, two songs by Nan Gezi.
1. Boli
I often miss meeting you,
No more wandering.
When you meet in life, don't forget each other:
Stay in your hometown,
Stay on the green hills.
Spending money is too smart,
Splash ink is the most unrestrained.
Birds fly out of the reeds;
Sound and sound,
Qi sings for me.
2. Romantic love in ancient poetry
Poetic brushstrokes
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
8. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
10. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)
Snow in poetry
1. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is fragrance. (Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom)
4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Master of Furong Mountain in Every Snow")
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: "Seven Military Services")
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai: "Difficult to Go")
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August swept across the Tatar sky. (Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")
The Moon in Poetry
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! . (Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
3. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are flying high, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
6. I don't know the month when I am an hour, which is called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: Gulangyu)
7. It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo House)
8. The moon surprises the birds, and the sound enters the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
9. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
10. The moon was closed in Qin and the Long March people did not return. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Plug")
Flowers in poetry
1. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time when I have a holiday in the mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
6. A secluded place with a bamboo path, branches and flowers leads to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
7. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
8. There is nothing to do. It's like knowing Yan. (Yan Shu:
9. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
10. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
3. Scenery in ancient poetry
Xiajiangling author: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
Taohuaxi Author: Zhang Xu (Note: Taohuaxi is in Changde, Hunan)
A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks.
Peach blossoms follow the running water all day. Where is the cave in Qingxi?
In Heron Bird Villa by Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Yellow Crane Tower Author: Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
There are no sunny trees in feeding Sichuan, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Deng Yueyang Tower Author: Du Fu
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
References:
Three hundred Tang Poems
4. Places of interest in ancient poetry
Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake";
The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
West Lake
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.
Su Shi
The water is bright and clear,
It's rainy in the mountains.
In order to compare the West Lake with the West Lake,
Heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.
Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang [Song] Yang Wanli.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Su Shi's poem Pan-West Lake at Night;
The water is boundless, and the lotus blooms at night.
Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake.
Su Shi s poem "Opening the West Lake";
Great men don't expect much, but they will enjoy themselves.
Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead.
Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground.
The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight.
Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake";
The fragrance of Han Han disappeared and the painting floated, which reminded Junning of Yangzhou.
Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.
Stay in front of the cup and travel together. ?
Night tour heron, people are happy to know fish. ?
Point to the moon, the heart is white and the flute is on the seat. ?
All the hidden Xin * * * are suitable, and the situation is in the West Lake.
Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.
Su Shi
The water is bright and clear,
It's rainy in the mountains.
In order to compare the West Lake with the West Lake,
No matter how much make-up, it is always charming.