Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem A Letter to Meng Haoran (1)
Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.
In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
Gaoshan, how I long to reach you, that's all.
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Look at its structure first. The first couplet is the key point, which comes straight to the point and expresses the admiration and love for Meng Haoran. A word "love" is a lyric clue throughout the poem. "Romantic" refers to nobility, naturalness, elegance, distinctive demeanor and extraordinary literary talent. This couplet sums up the whole poem. How romantic it is depends on the pen and ink of the middle couplet. Zhong Erlian is like a master's hidden painting, which outlines an image of a poet who enjoys himself. "Beauty" and "Whitehead" summarize the life from youth to old age. On the one hand, it is the crown of horses and chariots of dignitaries, on the other hand, it is the relaxation of the hermit's breeze and white clouds. Haoran would rather abandon his official position and take refuge. Through this contrast, he highlighted his noble morality and integrity. The word "lie" is written in the sentence of "white head", which vividly depicts the lofty spirit of the characters and their feelings for mountains and rivers. If Zhuan Xu writes about Haoran's life vertically, then Jing Lian writes about his seclusion horizontally. On a clear night when the moon is clear, he drinks in the breeze, often intoxicated, and sometimes wanders among flowers. Parallel couplets are from right to wrong, that is, from abandoning to taking, while necklaces are from right to wrong, from seclusion to not being king. Vertical and horizontal positive and negative, flexible pen posture.
Couplets contain love in the description of images, and the couplets return to direct lyricism, and the feelings are further sublimated. Haoran is not greedy for glory, and his indifference to himself is written so fully. On this basis, it is very natural to deepen and enrich the lyrics and push them to a climax. Looking up at the image of the mountain makes the admiration concrete, but the mountain is too lofty and has a sigh of "comfort". Here we can only pay tribute to his pure and fragrant character. This kind of writing has become a higher level than ordinary writing, and it is a higher sense of admiration. The poem ends with such praise.
Secondly, poetry also has the characteristics of natural simplicity in language. The first couplet looks ordinary, but its style is simple. It expresses the poet's admiration with a sigh, and has its own elegant style. The tail joint also has the same style. The antithesis of couplets is not too heavy, and the antithesis naturally flows away, so there is no stagnation. For example, writing from "beauty" to "hoary head" is like running water, in which the use of "intertextuality" is intriguing: "abandoning the porch crown" and "lying in the clouds" are two sides of the same thing. This adds a swaying and strewn at random aesthetic feeling to the natural flow. In poetry, allusions are used to blend nature without axe marks. For example, Zhongsheng uses the story of Cao Wei and Xu Miao. He likes drinking, calling sake a saint and turbid wine a saint. "Zhongsheng" means drunkenness, which is a clever dual with "gentleman". The phrase "mountain" uses the allusion of "the mountain rises and stops, and the scenery stops" in The Book of Songs, and later Sima Qian praised Confucius in The Confucius' Home. There are not only allusions here, but also image descriptions. Even if you don't know its source, you can still appreciate its image and poetic beauty. The structure of the whole poem adopts the way of lyric-description-lyric. At the beginning, the meaning of "my love" is put forward, which naturally transitions to description and reveals "loveliness", and finally comes down to "love". According to the natural flow of feelings, writing an article is as comfortable as flowing water, which shows the poet's frank and natural feelings.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone".
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
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In Buddhism, there is a so-called "establishing a meaning", then "breaking a meaning", and then "establishing" and "breaking" after "establishing", and finally getting the method of distinguishing. In modern terms, it means telling a truth first, then refuting it and establishing a new theory, then refuting it and establishing it, and finally drawing a correct conclusion. Generally speaking, there are always two sides to this argument, which are "breaking" and "standing" each other.
However, there is only one person in Li Bai's poems. In the form of monologue, self-reliance, self-improvement, ups and downs of poetry, innocence, so spread to future generations. The poet came to the stage with flowers in the background and a pot of wine as props, and he was the only one who appeared on the stage. The action is a person drinking, plus the words "no blind date", the scene is very monotonous. So on a whim, the poet turned his own shadow, even himself, in the bright moon and moonlight on the horizon into three people, raised a glass, and the' empty field' became lively. This is "Li". However, despite the poet's hospitality, "Until I raise my glass, I ask the bright moon" and the bright moon are "indissoluble bonds" after all.
As for the shadow? Although, as Tao Qian said, "When you see your son, you will never feel sad or happy. If you take a nap in the shade, you will never leave the sun ("Shadow Answer Table"), but after all, the shadow will not drink; So what should we do? Let's keep company with the bright moon and figure for the time being, and have fun in time when spring is blooming ("spring" is the reverse of the word "flower" above)! "Gu Ying was alone, and suddenly he was drunk again." (Tao Qian's Preface to Drinking Poems) These four sentences made the love of the moon shadow unfathomable. At that time, the poet was already drunk, happy, singing and dancing. When singing, the moonlight lingers, reluctant to go, as if listening to good news; When dancing, my own figure, in the moonlight, also became messy, like dancing with myself.
Wake up and be happy with each other until you are as drunk as a fiddler. When I was lying in bed, the moonlight and the figure were helplessly separated. "I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. After my shadow rolled down, I woke up to have sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other. "These four sentences are the same as" Moonlight and Back "and are written to myself. This is the "station" again.
In the last two sentences, the poet sincerely met the moon and the shadow: "Is goodwill always safe?" I see the long road of the Milky Way. " But "moon" and "shadow" are still heartless things after all, and making friends with heartless things mainly depends on your feelings. In "Is goodwill always safe?" "Ruthless" is broken, "eternal knot" and "tour" are established, and they are broken and established, which constitutes the final conclusion. The title is "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone", and the poet uses his rich imagination to express a complex emotion from independence but not independence, from independence but not independence, and then to independence but not independence. On the surface, the poet can really enjoy himself, but behind it is infinite desolation. The poet once wrote a poem entitled "If you are drunk in spring, you are determined to win": "If you live a big dream, why bother to make a living? Just lying in front of us all day drunk and slumped.
Looking into the court, a bird was singing among the flowers. Excuse me, when is this? The spring breeze is whispering. Feel like sighing, and fall in love with wine. Waiting for the bright moon, the song has been forgotten. Look at the words "one bird", "self-pity" and "waiting for the bright moon" and you will know how lonely the poet is. Lonely invitation to the moon is not enough. Even in the years to come, you can't find anyone to drink. You can only be friends with the figure in the moonlight forever and meet again in a distant paradise. At the end of two sentences, the poet's sense of coolness is exhausted.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem 3 "Thinking about a Quiet Night"
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
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The first two sentences of the poem are an illusion created by the poet in a specific foreign environment in an instant. A person who lives alone in a foreign country and is busy during the day can still dilute his sadness. However, in the dead of night, the waves of missing his hometown will inevitably surge in his heart. Not to mention on a moonlit night, not to mention on a frosty autumn night. "Could there have been frost?" The word "doubt" in the poem vividly expresses that the poet woke up from his sleep and mistook the Leng Yue in front of his bed for the thick frost on the ground. The word "frost" is better used, which not only describes the bright moonlight, but also expresses the cold of the season, and also sets off the loneliness and desolation of the poet wandering abroad.
On the other hand, the last two sentences of the poem deepen homesickness through the description of actions and ways. The word "hope" takes care of the word "doubt" in the previous sentence, which shows that the poet has changed from a daze to a sober one. He gazed eagerly at the moon and couldn't help thinking that his hometown was under the bright moon at this moment. So naturally, I came to the conclusion that "I sank back and suddenly thought of home". The action of "bowing your head" depicts the poet completely lost in thought. And the word "miss" left a rich imagination space for readers: the old brothers, relatives and friends in that hometown, the mountains and rivers, the grass and trees in that hometown, the lost years, the past … are all in my thoughts. A word "Xiang" contains too much content.
This little poem has neither strange and novel imagination nor exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric; It only describes the homesickness of distant guests in a narrative tone, but it is meaningful and intriguing, and has attracted readers so widely for thousands of years.
Just four poems, written fresh and simple, clear as words. Its content is simple, but it is also rich. This is easy to understand, but it is endless. The poet said nothing more than what he had already said. Its conception is meticulous and profound, but it is also blurted out without trace. From here, it is not difficult for readers to understand the wonderful scenery of "nature" and "no work and no heart" in Li Bai's quatrains.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem 4: Looking at Lushan Waterfall
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Zaofa baidicheng
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.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
Overnight temple
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
Thoughts in the dead of night
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Wangtianmen mountain
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Guan Shanyue
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
A gift for Wang Lun.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue mountains, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Midnight Qiu Ge
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Drink with the moon
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Chunsi
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
Ke zhongxing
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.
But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem 5 "Thinking about a Quiet Night"
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
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The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
Look at Lushan Waterfall
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
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The censer peak gives birth to a purple mist under the sunlight, and from a distance, a waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like white satin. The waterfall soaring on the high cliff seems to have three thousands of feet, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky to the ground.
A gift for Wang Lun.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
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Li Bai was about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Lake reaches thousands of feet, it can't compare with Wang Lun's Farewell to Me.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
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Birds fly without a trace, and lonely clouds floating in the sky don't want to stay and drift away slowly. Only I looked at the high Jingting Mountain, and Jingting Mountain looked at me silently. None of us will be satisfied. Who can understand my lonely mood at this time, only this tall Jingting Mountain.
Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
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My old friend said goodbye to me at the West Yellow Crane Tower. In the spring of March, catkins were like smoke and flowers were blooming, and I went to ancient Yangzhou. The sail shadow of the lonely boat drifted away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River flowing to the horizon.
Baidi City was released in advance.
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.
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It's sunny in the morning. I'm going home. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are constantly echoing. When the ape's crow was still ringing in his ears, the brisk boat had crossed the endless mountains.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem "Song of Qiupu" was written by Tang Dynasty writer Li Bai. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
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The white hair on my head is three thousands of feet (long), just because endless troubles are so long. I don't know where this white hair came from in the bright mirror.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
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Tianmen Mountain (it seems to be due to the impact of water flow) suddenly broke in the middle, and the river rushed out from the break. The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward here (blocked by Tianmen Mountain), stirring up huge waves and turning north. Green hills on both sides of the strait are constantly emerging, which makes people feel that green hills on both sides of the strait are coming. I went down the river (from the horizon) in a sunny boat.
Night Mountain Temple was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
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The high-rise building of the temple on the mountain is really high, it seems to be 100 feet. People can pick the stars in the sky with one hand upstairs. I dare not speak loudly here, for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
The Moon Song on Mount Emei was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
In the autumn of the first half of Emei Mountain, the shadow entered the Pingqiang River.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
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The autumn moon in Emei Mountain is just a curved Qiongzhou sailing in the sky, and the moonlight kisses the passionate water of Jialing River with gentle lips. Bathed in this warm moonlight, I left Qingxi by boat and took the moon to the Three Gorges. I want to say goodbye to you, but I don't know why you didn't come, so I have to go to Chongqing.
Smelling flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
Who flies in the flute and scatters into the east wind of Los Angeles?
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
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Whose house is the melodious sound of jade flute floating from? As the spring breeze flutters, it spreads all over Luoyang. In tonight's music, who won't miss home after hearing the sad "Broken Willow"?
Seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
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In Xishu, outside Jingmen, I went east along the Yangtze River, and I came to Chu to enjoy the tour. Chongshan gradually disappeared with the appearance of wilderness, and the Yangtze River flowed into the vast Yuan Ye. The moon reflected in the river is like a flying mirror, and the clouds form a mirage outside the city. I still cherish the water from my hometown and continue to float my boat in Wan Li.
The letter to Meng Haoran was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.
In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
Gaoshan, how I long to reach you, that's all.
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I respect Mr Meng's solemnity. He is a noble and charming man, famous all over the world. When I was a teenager, I despised fame and disliked official chariots and horses. When I am old, I retire to the mountains and abandon the dust. On a moonlit night, he is often drunk and elegant. He is not infatuated with flowers and plants, and has an open mind. How can a mountain-like figure look up to him? I only pay tribute to his fragrant moral brilliance here.
I heard that Wang Changling moved from left to Longbiao Kiln was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
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All the flowers on the tree are gone, and the cuckoo keeps singing. I heard that you were demoted to Longbiao, where remote places pass through Wuxi. Let me entrust my sorrow and yearning for you to the bright moon in the sky and accompany you all the way to Yelangxi.
The author of Send a Friend is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of ancient poetry is as follows:
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
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Qingshan stands on the north side of the city wall, and the clear river surrounds the east side of the city wall. We are about to leave here, and you, like a lonely grass, are about to embark on the journey of Wan Li. White clouds are floating in the sky, as if you are in a state of mind, and the sun that is about to set cannot bear to sink, which is also like my attachment to you. We waved goodbye and parted ways. The two horses seem to understand their master's feelings and are reluctant to leave their companions.
A Kind Pillow and a Kind Bowl from the Lower Zhongnanshan to Hu Si is the work of Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows:
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.
Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.
When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.
Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.
I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.
Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.
When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
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Walking down from Zhong Nanshan in the evening, Shanyue followed me all the way back. Looking back at the mountain road I just walked, a piece of green enveloped me. Hand in hand with Hushan people to his door, the children came out and opened the Chai Men. Walking into the quiet path hidden by green bamboo, the branches and leaves of Luo Qing will always brush our clothes. I got a real relaxation and rest in laughter, drinking wine, and the host and guest frequently raised their glasses. Sing a relaxing song, there are few stars in the Milky Way. I was drunk, but my master was so happy that I forgot all the tricks in the world.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem 7 "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.
When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people?
A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.
Guan Shanyue.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Ding Du Hugh
Yunyang went to war, and merchants on both sides of the strait were spared.
Why bother tugboat when the black ox rests on the moon?
Turbid water can't be drunk, and the pot pulp is half turned into soil.
When I sang the song to protect the governor, my heart burst into tears.
Ten thousand people cut stones, but they can't reach the river.
You look at Shi Mang, and you hide your tears and grieve for the ages.
The Romantic Poet Li Bai's Eight Classical Poems of Picking Lotus
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
A woman who picks lotus by the river will laugh at the lotus.
Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air.
Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows.
Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.
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In summer, beautiful lotus pickers pick lotus seeds in twos and threes by the Ruoye River. Through the lotus flowers, people laugh and the lotus flowers set each other off in red.
The sun shines on the new makeup of the lotus picker, and the bottom of the water is bright. When the wind blows, the clothes are lifted in the air, and the fragrance of lotus flowers is floating.
Whose is Yu Yelang wandering on that shore? Lying in the shade of weeping willows in 3355.
The purple-tailed horses around me neigh and rumble, and the fallen flowers fly away one after another. Seeing this beautiful scenery, the poet lingered and was heartbroken.
① Lotus-picking Song: It belongs to Yuefu Shangqing Song. It originated from Liang Wudi and his son, and later generations drafted it.
② Ruoyexi: It is in the south of Shaoxing, Zhejiang.
3: sleeves. The whole school: "a sleeve."
4 You Yelang: A young man who enjoys traveling.
⑤ Zicheng: A red coat is a good horse.
6 rudder: rudder.
Romantic Poet Li Bai's Nine Classical Poems of Spring Thoughts
Lipper
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Break up in a hotel in Nanjing
Lipper
A gust of wind blew catkins, which made the shop more fragrant. A girl from Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it.
With the comrades in the city who came to see me off.
When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when we parted.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! .
A song "Lu Jin Shan" is used to advise Lu Xuzhou.
Lipper
I am like a chariot catcher, singing phoenix songs and laughing at Kong Qiu.
Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning.
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
Lushan Mountain stands beside Nandou, and the clouds stretch like nine screens.
The shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge deepens the green water in Crystal Lake, which leads to two mountains.
A silver stream flows down the river to three stone bridges, and you can see the magnificent tripod waterfall?
Cliffs are green.
The morning glow is red in Cui Yun, and the birds fly and grow.
Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever.
The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain.
I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery.
When looking at the stone mirror to purify the soul, Xie Lingyun's footprints were covered with moss.
I will take the elixir of life to eliminate the world and practice the three Dan and three products.
Watching immortals in colorful clouds, holding hibiscus in hand.
Immortals have met in nine days, and I hope to see you invite me to visit Taiwan.
Romantic poet Li Bai's classic poem 10 was sent to Zheng Mingfu alone in the spring.
Tang Libai
Oats are green and sad, and the river bank is weak. Once the narrow strip of spring breeze is blown away,
There is no time to fly around all day. I have been away from Henan for a long time, so I might as well sit by this window.
Who is drunk in Xinfeng wine when my lover doesn't come?
Visit Luofu Lake in spring.
Tang Libai
Sing into taniguchi, the road is empty. Climb the cliff and let the water return to the stream.
Clouds rose from the stone, and tourists were fascinated by flowers. I haven't enjoyed myself for a long time, and the sun sets in the west.
Send Meng Haoran back to the mountains in spring.
Tang Libai
The red clothes leave dust, and the green hills worship the Vatican. The golden rope clears the way, and the treasure raft confuses Sichuan.
Mountains and rivers and trees fly, and rock flowers cover valley springs. The tower marks the sea and the moon, and the building is full of smoke.
The fragrance lasted for three days and the bell rang. The lotus autumn beads are full and scattered.
Birds gather together to doubt, and dragons participate in Zen. Shame doesn't rhyme, where is the Boya string?
Chunrihang
Tang Libai
The high-rise building in the deep palace is purple and clear, and the gold embroidered dragon brand. Beauty is the window of sunshine,
String players play the Zheng in sign language. The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.
As Tianchi Lake was flooded, the ship was hit by waves. Three thousand pairs of moths are singing and laughing,
The gongs and drums are tilted, and the surnames gather together, singing and dancing peacefully. I have nothing to do, and people are complacent.
Thirty-six emperors wanted to meet them, and the gods floated down the clouds. If the emperor doesn't go, he will stay in Haojing.
Anneng is Xuanyuan, walking into the darkness alone. I worship Nan Shanshou,
Your majesty's reputation will last forever. Clap your hands and laugh