Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. -Guan Shanyue of Li Bai
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
Li Bai (70 1 -762), whose real name is Taibai, also known as "purple laity" and "fallen fairy", was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, and was praised as "poetic fairy" by later generations, and was also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. In order to distinguish himself from two other poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, that is, "Little Du Li", Du Fu and Li Bai merged again. He is cheerful and generous, loves to drink and write poems, and likes to make friends.
Li Bai was deeply influenced by Huang Lao's idea of sorting out villages. Li Taibai's poems have been handed down from generation to generation, and most of his poems were written when he was drunk. His representative works include Looking at Lushan Waterfall, it is hard to go, Difficult Road to Shu, Entering Wine, Liang, First Sending Baidicheng, etc.
Li Bai's poems are rich in imagination, unrestrained in style, colorful in language, fresh and natural. He is called "Poet Fairy". He was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, who created ancient romantic literature, peak songs and seven wonders, reaching a height that later generations could not reach.
The language of Li Bai's poetry, some fresh as spoken language, some bold, informal and close to prose, is unified in the natural beauty of "clear water produces hibiscus, natural carving" This is related to his conscious pursuit of natural beauty. He inherited Chen Ziang's literary thought and took it as his duty to restore the tradition of poetry and Sao. He once said, "Since Liang Chen, Yan Bo has been extremely thin, and Shen Xiuwen still pays attention to temperament and must go back to the ancients, not me but who?" (Bai Meng's "Gao Yi") He advocates "halal" and satirizes the ugly girl who is "naive" and learns from Handan. The natural beauty of his poetic language is the result of his careful study of folk songs and his understanding of popular characteristics, which is clear as words, popular and vivid.
2. Seek a poem about the sea. When will it return to the west? (Yuefu Poetry & gt)
Jieshi looks at the sea in the east. (Cao Cao>)
The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time. (Zhang Jiuling & gt)
The ocean drained the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan & gt)
The sea level rises, the night continues, and the old year melts in freshness. (Wang Wan
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. (Wang Bo
At the beginning of the bright moon on the Tianshan Mountains, in the sea of clouds with infinite haze. (Li Bai
One day, I will set off a long wind, break through the huge waves and send it directly into the sea of Yun Fan. (Li Bai>)
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city overlooking Yumenguan (Wang Changling &; lt； Join the army >)
The wind rises in the clouds, and Jia Wei's hometown is at sea. According to the soldier, he guards all directions (Liu Bang & gt).
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return (Li Bai)
3. Poems describing the sea 1. The moon, now in the sea, the end of the world * * * At this time, Zhang Tang, 902. There, the sea rose to the sky, and you disappeared from the world in your fragile boat. You don't see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and into the ocean, which is gone forever. The sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and the clouds are bleak. Tang Censhen 5. You can't see the snowy seaside, Pingsha and Huangtian. Tang Censhen 6. The blue sea. There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... (Russian) Sail 7 of lermontov. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-Emily Dickinson's Blue Ocean 8. What is water? Mountains and islands stand tall.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Cao Cao's view of the sea.
4. Poetry about the sea: The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Wharf" One day I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
-Li Bai's It's Hard to Go ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" was once difficult for water, and it was amber forever.
-Yuan Zhen's "Lisi" Have you ever seen how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? -Li Bai's Into the Wine 1. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Tang, 902. There, the sea floats in the sky, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. Tang Qianqi 3. You can't see how the water of the Yellow River leaves heaven and enters the ocean, never to return. Tang Li Bai 4. The sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and the clouds are bleak and condensed. Tang Censhen 5. You can't see the snowy seaside. The flat sand is endless and yellow. Tang Censhen 6. Blue. There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... (Russian) Sail 7 of lermontov. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-Emily Dickinson's Blue Ocean 8. What is water? Mountains and islands stand tall.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" Time: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao's works: Looking at the sea to the east is Jieshi, so that we can see the sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Author: Shu Ting's works: To the sea (sunrise at sea) How many heroes are sincerely impressed by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on the cliffs, how many footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, how many times the sails raised are secretly buried by the waves, and there have been curses, lamentations and praises. There used to be a brilliant sea-a changing life-a turbulent ocean. Where is the hole dug in childhood? Where are the traces of first love side by side? The sea, even if your waves can wash away your memories, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you be hypocritical and calm, and let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of sinking and the awakening. From tomorrow on, I will be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. I also hope you have a bright future, everything will be fine, and you will be happy in this world. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms. This is the last time you appeared in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves and shining beautiful light. Like a friend's melancholy complaint, like his parting call. I heard your sad voice and your calling voice for the last time.
You are the desire in my heart! I often wander around your shore silently and blankly, because of that secret wish, I feel distressed and heartbroken! How I love your echo, your gloomy tone, your deep voice, the silence of dusk and the capricious passion! Fishermen's docile sails, relying on your willful protection, fly bravely between the waves; But when you get out of control, a large group of ships will perish. I wanted to leave your lonely shore forever, congratulate you with carnival feelings, and let my poems run far along your waves, but I couldn't! You wait, you call … and I am bound; My inner struggle is completely futile: I was fascinated by a strong passion and left me on your shore ... what's so pathetic? Where is the carefree path I am going to run to now? In your desert, one thing shocked my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb ... There, immersed in the cold sleep are some solemn memories; Napoleon died there. There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm, another genius flew away from us. He is another monarch in our mind. The singer who cried for the God of Freedom disappeared, and he left his laurel in the world.
Cloudy and noisy, stir up: Oh, the sea, he once sang about you. Your image is reflected in him, and he is shaping his growth with your spirit: just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep, and like you, nothing can make him submit.
The world is empty, ocean, where do you want me to take you? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there are already people guarding it: perhaps enlightened sages or tyrannical kings. Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder in a long, long dusk.
My heart is full of you. I want to take your cliff, your bay, your flash, your shadow and whispering waves into the forest and the silent desert.
5. Poems describing the sea: 1, "Die Hua Lian Hai Dai Lou Play Moon" Song Dynasty: Mi Fei
The ripples of the ages cleared the Jedi. Haidai building is high, overlooking Qinhuai tail. Water is like water every day. Guanghan Palace is a strange place in the world.
A foggy spring and a marine city. I wear three mountains and come with the wheel in an instant. How strange it is when the moon is full. Luminous 1000.
Explanation:
Thousands of years of ripples are still rippling in this clean and isolated place. Haidai Building is very high, overlooking the end of Qinhuai River. Water and sky are the same color, as if water is soaking the sky, and the sky and water are integrated, as if looking at the world below from the Guanghan Palace on the moon.
A mirage appeared in the fog, and three mountains were held up by giant aojiang and immediately came out with the moon. When the moon is round like a pearl, it has many strange smells. Now the moon is like a night pearl, worth tens of millions.
2. "Langtaosha Bailang Hailian" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
White waves are boundless with the sea, and flat sand is boundless.
I couldn't find it before, and the East China Sea became a mulberry field.
Explanation:
White waves are endless, connected with the sea, and the sand on the shore is endless. sun
Day after day, year after year. The waves never stop washing the beach, so the evolution of the ocean changes with it.
3. "Rehai Travel to Send Cui Shi to Beijing" Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
I smell the Hull language of Yinshan Mountain, and the boiling water in the west seems to be boiling.
Many birds at sea dare not fly, and some carp are long and fat.
The grass grows on the shore and the snow spins away in the air.
Steamed sodium silicate burns clouds, boiling waves burn waves and frying the moon.
Yin fire burns the furnace of heaven and earth, why does it turn to the west?
The moon-swallowing cave invaded Taibai, and even Akasaka spread sweat.
See you drunk in Tianshan Guo, you watch the sunset at the seaside.
The cold of Baitai ointment is pressing, and the inflammation of the hot sea is thin.
Explanation:
I have heard from people in Yinshan many times that the water in the hot sea in the west is like boiling.
All kinds of birds at sea dare not fly, but the carp in the water is big and fat!
The grass on the shore does not mourn all the year round, and the snow in the air has melted.
Sand and stones blazing clouds, waves boiling boiling boiling Gu Yue.
The underground fire burns in the dark, why do you want to roast the west corner!
The air churned through Xiyue Cave, and Taibai covered the vast border areas.
On the day of buying wine to bid farewell, in the mountain city of Guo, the sunset was about to set on the hot coast.
You live in Baitai, majestic as frost, angry in the hot sea, and suddenly feel powerless!
4. "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far/Looking Back at the Bright Moon" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Explanation:
A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.
All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.
Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.
I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.
5. "Crossing the Sea Night on June 20th" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.
Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.
In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.
I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.
Explanation:
It's almost midnight. It's raining and windy. God should pay attention.
The clouds suddenly disperse and the moon is bright, and no one needs to decorate it. The sky is clean and the sea is crystal clear.
Although I crossed the sea by boat with Confucius' ambition to save the world, I seemed to hear the wonderful music of Huangdi Xianchi.
Although I don't regret being exiled to the south, this long trip was the most magical experience of my life.
6. Poetry about the sea: The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" nbsp；; The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. Nbsp—— Li Bai's "Jingmen Ferry Farewell to Friends" nbsp; One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
-Li Bai's "Difficult to Walk" nbsp；; ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Nbsp—— Wang Wan's "The next berth in Beibao Mountain" nbsp; Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
-Yuan Zhen's "Li Si" nbsp；; Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's Into the Wine1.nbsp; ; The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. nbsp； Don nbsp； Zhang Jiuling nbsp2.nbsp There, the sea rises to the sky, and you disappear from this world in your fragile boat. Don nbsp； Qian Qi nbsp3.nbsp You can't see how the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, never to return. Don nbsp； Li nbsp4.nbsp The sand sea is unfathomable with ice, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and Wan Li is condensed. nbsp； Don nbsp； Cen Can nbsp5.nbsp Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! Yellow sand in the desert flies to heaven. Don nbsp； Cen Can nbsp6.nbsp. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light! Nbsp; There is a clear blue stream below, on which golden sunshine shines .............................................................................................................................................................. ; (Russian) lermontov's "Sail" nbsp7.nbsp. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-nbsp; (America) Dickinson's blue ocean. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering.
Nbsp; The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. Nbsp; the trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Nbsp Cao Cao's "looking at the sea" era: Wei and Jin nbsp; Author: Cao nbsp；; Works: Look at the sea nbsp；; On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. Nbsp; The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Nbsp; Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging with huge waves. Nbsp; The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
Nbsp; the trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Nbsp; Han is a talented star, if you take it by surprise. Nbsp; I am very happy to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Nbsp； Author: Shu Tingnbsp; Works: to the sea (sunrise at sea) nbsp；; Sunrise at sea nbsp；; How many heroes have aroused sincere admiration nbsp；; Sunset at sea nbsp；; How many poets have been provoked to be gentle by nbsp? How many songs have been sung on the cliff nbsp；; Also blown by the sea breeze day and night nbsp；; Whispering day and nbsp；; A few lines of footprints were left on the beach. How many sails have risen to the horizon? Are kept secret by Haitao nbsp；; Secretly buried nbsp；; There is nbsp there. Curses and sorrows. There is nbsp there. Praise and glory. nbsp。 -A changing life. Life-a turbulent ocean nbsp；; Where nbsp； the hole dug in childhood? Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder? Oh, the sea nbsp；; Even if your wave is nbsp；; Can smooth memory nbsp；; There are also some shells nbsp；; Scattered on the hillside nbsp；; Like the stars on a summer night; Maybe the vortex is flashing. Dangerous eyes. Maybe the storm opened its greedy mouth. ; Oh, life nbsp；; Although you ruined nbsp；; Countless pure dreams nbsp；; There are nbsp； some brave peoplenbsp; Nbsp; in the storm. Flying petrel nbsp；; The seaside night in the evening is as calm as nbsp；; The rock death of cold leaves nbsp； generally very powerful. From coastal rocks. ; How lonely my shadow is; From dusk to midnight nbsp；; How proud my heart is; "the element of freedom" nbsp；; Let you pretend to roar nbsp；; Let you nbsp； hypocritical and calm. Let you take everything. . Everything in the past-nbsp; ; This world. Have the pain of sinking nbsp；; There is also the joy of awakening nbsp；; Facing the sea, spring blossoms nbsp；; Haizi nbsp；; From tomorrow on, be a happy person. Feed the horse, nbsp chop firewood and travel around the world nbsp; Starting from tomorrow, care about nbsp food and vegetables. I have a house facing nbsp, with spring flowers. From tomorrow on, write to every relative. Tell them my happiness. That happy lightning tells me nbsp；; I will tell everyone nbsp；; Give every river and mountain a warmth. Stranger, I have the nbsp wishes for you. I wish you a bright future May you have a lover and everything will be fine. All right. May you be happy on earth. I just want to face nbsp, spring is blooming. Foreign poetry: nbsp；; To nbsp. ; Big nbsp；; Nbsp； Pushkin nbsp；; Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea! Nbsp; This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes. Rolling blue waves, nbsp；; Shining with beautiful light. Nbsp seems to be a friend's melancholy complaint, nbsp; It seems to be a phone call when he left, nbsp；; I'm listening for the last time. Your sad voice, your calling voice.
Nbsp, you are the desire in my heart! Nbsp I often walk along your coast, nbsp; A person wandering quietly and blankly, nbsp；; Also because of the secret desire and distress! Nbsp How much I love your reply, nbsp; Love your gloomy tone, your abyss sound, nbsp；; There is also the silence of the evening, nbsp；; And that capricious passion! Nbsp Fisherman's docile sail, nbsp; Rely on your willful protection, nbsp；; Flying bravely between the waves; Nbsp; but when you are surging and can't control it, nbsp; Large groups of ships will perish. Nbsp, I want to leave. Forever; Your lonely and still coast, nbsp；; Congratulate with carnival, nbsp；; And let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant, nbsp；; But I didn't get what I wanted! Nbsp; You wait, you call … and I am bound; Nbsp; my inner struggle is completely futile: nbsp; I was fascinated by a strong passion, nbsp；; Let me be on your shore. ; What's so pathetic? Where is it now? Is it the carefree path I want to run to? Nbsp In your desert, there is one thing nbsp; It once shook my heart.
Nbsp; This is a steep rock, a splendid tomb .................................................................................................................................................................. ; There, immersed in cold sleep, nbsp；; Are some magnificent memories; Nbsp Napoleon died there. Nbsp; there, he was buried in suffering.
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