Zhou Muwang traveled to the west, crossing the Kunlun Mountains, but not the mountains. On the contrary, before China, the Taoist offered the job name to Yan, and Mu Wang recommended it and asked, "What can I do?" Yan said, "I'm just trying my orders. However, I have made something that I hope the king can see first. " Mu Wang said: "Every day comes, and I will watch it with everyone." The next day, Yanshi met the king. Wang Jianzhi said, "If you come with me, who is the devil?" Right: "I can advocate what I do." King Mu watched in amazement, stepped forward and believed the man. If the husband is happy, then the music and the law; Hold his hand, then the dance should be festive. Ever-changing, just what you want. The king thought he was a real man, so he observed St. Gine. At the end of the skill, the initiator will attract the attention of the king and treat him as a concubine. Wang was furious and set about punishing Yanshi. Yan was greatly awed, and the principals showed the king separately, all of which were done by Fu Huige, Wood, Glue, Lacquer, White, Black, Dan and Qing. Wang Di's liver, gallbladder, heart, lungs, spleen, kidney, stomach, bones and muscles, joints, fur and teeth are all fake. Meeting again will be as good as the first time. If the king wants to waste his heart, he can't speak; Waste liver, do not look; If you lose your kidney, you can't move. King Mu sighed at the beginning: "Can a man's sergeant work with the creator?" The imperial edict took it home and put it in the car. Fuban lost the ladder, and Mo Zhai flew a kite, claiming to be extremely capable. Disciple Dongmen Jiaqin learned of Yan's cleverness in order to tell his second son that he never dared to speak language and art in his life, but he always obeyed the rules.
2. Who wrote the classical Chinese from three sources:
1, Wu Meng Bai's memory of the Song Dynasty.
2. Liu Kezhuang's poem "Looking at Muppets" in the Song Dynasty said: "The bar has a sense of tension, and it is also accompanied by the light." Also known as "puppet".
The bar feels concerned about the game, and the children who play with it watch the second. "Also called" puppet ".
3. In the Song Dynasty, Jie Jiang wrote "Qinyuanchun Ciqiang Yunqingyun": "Hold your eyes high and watch the marionette, and those who get it will get it."
Extended data:
Yi Shida, the author of "Looking at Muppets", is a poem in the Song Dynasty according to textual research.
Poetry: The carved skull image is real, with a touch of moving spirit. After the drum flute is closed, it is still a puppet.
Carve out the virtual image of the body, and a silk can touch the spirit. Endured ridicule, drummed and played the flute, and the puppet was still there.
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3. Puppet essay (prose poem) Author: Lin Qiuju
Angular sky, a world is the reflection of a grain of sand rolling red dust, misty rain, and the metaphor of oil-paper umbrella. At the end of September, the secluded path will never be mentioned. Your heart is as cool as yesterday's safe foothold.
The flashy smell of the day. Scar is just a fate. It comes from simple and natural poetry. Haze is everywhere in the country. Guzheng rings late, looking at the moon or leaning against the window is sad. You always have a Downs in your head. The trembling of hair in talent is the release of elegance and elegance in sincerity. Because of the weight of distress, history has become a kind of beauty.
Life and death, the end of the tunnel is always separated. It has nothing to do with sin, it is sin that makes the footprints of years desolate everywhere. After the hopeless hope, the soil only sees the back of the soil. Drink the red dust and get drunk on the moon. This follows the fable of several generations. Lonely geese live longer than Nanshan The prayer of Zen before the Buddha's heart, ten thousand years. A little bit of fate under the vast world. What you sing in front of all beings is no regrets.
A hundred-hole flute, a melody hits the inclination of the wooden cup of fate. The ancient rhyme is long, and the Millennium poem is not old. The embrace of ice and snow and the fullness of butterfly clothes. About the rain and fog in Italy, only one drop will make you intoxicated.
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4. Modern poetry about puppets 1, singing puppets by Chun Guan lay man.
A master in the game
Strange and magical
Push behind the scenes
Do your best in front of the curtain
2, "Puppet Thinking" (original) Author: Wei Wei
Time passes through your fingers roughly.
No blood.
Without music, the soul dances pale.
I am a wandering puppet and want to cry.
Tears have no outlet.
Who is leading me?
Look at the sky
You can't see the hand that turns all beings upside down.
Lightweight body
Walking without center of gravity
Wind and rain make rivers and seas.
But you can't drown.
An ambitious forehead.
I just want to.
Find a promised land
Grow your own.
Zhaxiagen
Grow into a lush tree
That is a puppet's ambition. puppet
I am a stupid puppet.
Walking on a crowded street
All actions are mechanical repetitions.
The road under your feet is also controlled by people.
I am a stupid puppet.
But there is an eternal smile on his face.
Eyes full of bitter helpless tears.
I feel the real pain alone.
Puppets should also pursue puppets.
Puppet puppets also have dreams.
Puppets pay for puppets.
I just want to change my sincere friend.
I just want to change my sincere friend.
I am not an ordinary puppet striding in the green forest.
As he walked, he thought, what will he see through this forest? Is it the sea, the grassland or another green forest? The puppet was trying to figure out God when a little monster suddenly jumped out of the bush! The little monster looks wrinkled, like a piece of wood. He put one hand on his back, pointed to the puppet and shouted, "Hey! Stop that piece of wood! " "I am not a wood, I am a puppet!" The puppet answered angrily.
"Not wood?" The little monster approached the puppet doubtfully and sniffed carefully for a while. "You are just an ordinary piece of wood!" The little monster announced loudly: "I grew up from snack wood and ate it for 300 years!" " Can't make mistakes! "Puppet was angry and urgent. It thought: I must prove to this little monster that I am not an ordinary piece of wood! "I can talk.
This proves that I am not an ordinary piece of wood at all! "The little puppet said this can't be proved! "The little monster retorted loudly," you are just enchanted! "It's no big deal! You wait and see! " The little monster found a piece of broken wood and took out a curved wand from his pocket.
"Look carefully." While he was talking, the little monster touched the broken wood with his wand.
Wood immediately grew a big mouth and proudly said, "You are just like me!" " It's just an ordinary piece of wood! Ordinary wood! Wood! Wood! ..... "The puppet shouted angrily," I can also do arithmetic problems and recite multiplication tables! One by one, two by two, two by two, four by two, six by two, eight by two, four by four ... "The puppet recited the multiplication table from beginning to end in one breath. But the little monster still said, "Nothing! "The elf moved a little, and the broken piece of wood read in a strange voice:" I woke up easily in this spring morning, and your stomach was growling. It was delicious to eat a big piece of wood! ""Look, it can even read poetry! " The little monster said proudly, "but it is just like you, but it is just a piece of enchanted broken wood!" " "Say that finish, the little monster lifted the piece of wood and ate it" boom, boom, boom ",just like eating popsicles.
The little puppet's heart was pounding. If you can't prove that it is not an ordinary piece of wood, it will definitely be eaten! It is still a brand-new puppet, and it doesn't want to die! But the more anxious he was, the more the puppet felt that his head was empty and he couldn't think of a word.
"Ha ha! You'd better let me eat it You must have good taste ... "The little monster approached the puppet step by step. Just then, they heard a scream: "Help!" Then, a little pink rabbit ran towards them desperately.
"Help me!" Little rabbit cried and said, "there are monsters chasing me behind!" " "The puppet picked up the pink rabbit, and it felt the rabbit tremble desperately in its arms." Don't be afraid! The puppet comforted the rabbit and said, "I will protect you!" " "The little monster eating wood looked at the puppet in surprise.
Because the puppet seems to forget that he is going to be eaten by a monster. "Give me that rabbit!" A little monster with a blue horn on its head appeared in front of them.
"hello! It's you, old friend! " The little monster eating wood said happily. It seems that these two little monsters know each other.
The blue horned monster just nodded deadpan, then turned to the puppet and said, "Give me that rabbit! I have been chasing for a long time! " The puppet was so scared that his legs were weak, but he bravely said, "No! This is my little rabbit! Why give it to you! " "Is it yours?" The little monster with the blue corner stared at the puppet suspiciously. "How do you prove it's yours?" "I ..." The puppet didn't know how to answer. "I can prove it."
The little monster eating wood suddenly said, "Don't you trust an old friend?" "What a bummer!" The little monster with the blue corner walked away unhappily. The puppet looked at the back of the little blue horn monster and was a little speechless.
"It only eats what nobody wants, just like I only eat wood." The wood-eating monster explained to the puppet.
The puppet remembered that he was going to be eaten by a little monster who ate wood. But the little monster who eats wood said kindly, "I won't eat you."
Now I believe you are not an ordinary piece of wood. You have a real heart.
Wood has no heart, even if it is enchanted. "The little puppet smiled happily.
It finally proved itself. As long as you have a real heart, it doesn't matter even if your body is made of wood.
6. Interpret the puppet show in Cheng Shili's poem "Puppet"
Cheng Shili
No pain
Scrape it off.
Happy dust
Itchy-but can't stay
Those painful grimes
Play pomegranate skirt
Sprinkle on
I hollowed it out with acacia
Your body
Touch your throat and hold your heart.
Obsession and tongue fire
Light an elegant dance
purgatory
Blade of love
Through sensitive shapes
Nerve tingling
Screaming souls keep thundering.
Love! Your blood
This is my way back.
Deep in the clouds at night
Life is proud of immortality.
Deformed eyes
Burning beautiful images
Disharmonious leaves
Strip the fragmented world.
night
Confess and bloom at the same time
grape trellis
Who is peddling Chanel's dream?
Dawn is still there.
Beautiful spring, green mountains and green waters.
Please open it.
Wangfu stone envelope downstream of time
I'm trying to translate. I hope you don't make fun of me. Due to the limited level, it is inevitable to make some mistakes.
Poetry is telepathic, not translatable, so what I did was useless, just opening a window for friends who like poetry.
Puppet, this topic is well played. In real life, we grew up. Who can remember your childhood dreams? How many people, for various reasons, changed their original intention? How many people give up their thoughts and ideals for life, the best things in life, and are carved into puppets by reality!
No pain
Scrape it off.
Happy dust
Can it not hurt? Those dreams that shocked the soul and those youthful ideals were blown away. Use a knife.
Itchy-but can't stay
Those painful grimes
Itching after pain is even worse. How many people idealize it as dirt!
Play pomegranate skirt
Sprinkle on
But this is the reality. What can we do? Or raise your head smartly and move forward. Move forward for life.
I hollowed it out with acacia
Your body
Remember your first love? Hidden in your memory, hidden in your heart to find the corner of first love. Maybe one night, one night. Memory will suddenly wake up and hurt you severely! Who hollowed out the lingering acacia?
Touch your throat and hold your heart.
Obsession and tongue fire
Light an elegant dance
purgatory
It's purgatory. It's phoenix nirvana. On sleepless nights, it falls on the pillow. Not tears, but your longing for not leaving you for a long time! This yearning has cultivated your soul, purified your soul, and realized life and great love from it.
Blade of love
Through sensitive shapes
Nerve tingling
Screaming souls keep thundering.
In your fantasy, you are a fearless soldier. Go ahead bravely for your dreams.
Love! Your blood
This is my way back.
Beautiful home! I can't translate, I can only feel the beauty of this derailment!
Deep in the clouds at night
Life is proud of immortality.
What have we got after summing up our struggle? What have you lost? Maybe people don't care about gains and losses!
Deformed eyes
Burning beautiful images
The reality may already be like this. Our own eyes are deformed, and our own experiences have changed us.
Disharmonious leaves
Strip the fragmented world.
It hurts, and we are reshaping it through a realistic scalpel. The normal communication between beautiful neighbors, relatives and friends was laughed at by us and defiled by ourselves. Think about it, if there is no need for others, who will give gifts?
night
Confess and bloom at the same time
This is the helpless life, helpless us. We are secretly doing something we don't even like, repenting, but still resolutely doing it.
grape trellis
Who is peddling Chanel's dream?
Remember Xuanzong? He ran over his lover with a horse. Then I can't sleep at night in the autumn rain. Those sweet dreams, those fragrant feelings.
Dawn is still there.
Beautiful spring, green mountains and green waters.
When we woke up the next day, we lived as usual, as if nothing had happened.
Please open it.
Wangfu stone envelope downstream of time
God, maybe you can change all this and make it as beautiful as a flower. Please open the tears frozen to stone by the sea and let her flow happily! A soul lying on the rail said with a smile, facing the sea, spring is blooming.
I remember a philosopher said that beauty is to break what you feel most distressed for you.