Who are you thinking about? —— Reading the Book of Songs Sang

Where are you going? To the great patriotic bubble land. Who is in my heart? Beautiful big sister, her name is Jiang. About 9 10 I waited in Sangyuan, invited me to meet in the palace, and sent me far to Qi 'an.

Where are you going to pick the ears of wheat? In the north of the country. Who is in my heart? Beautiful big sister, her name is Yi. About 9 10 I waited in Sangyuan, invited me to meet in the palace, and sent me far to Qi 'an.

Where should I go to mine? In the east of the country. Who is in my heart? Beautiful big sister, with a mediocre name. About 9 10 I waited in Sangyuan, invited me to meet in the palace, and sent me far to Qi 'an.

When reading this poem, I always think of The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Han Guang, which I have read before. Both poems are about men missing their favorite women at work. "There are trees in the south, don't worry; There are women on the Han River who want to pursue the impossible. Han is too broad to swim; Jiang Zhiyong, I can't think of it. " You can't stop thinking. Who says men don't love you? Such warm tenderness will also deeply touch people.

Interpretation of "Sangzhong" in Mao's Preface "Puncture". Wei Zhi's office is a mess, and men and women compete with each other. As for the rule of the imperial clan, stealing wives and concubines is far away, and politics is scattered and people are deeply applied. " Moreover, there are many criticisms of this poem by later generations, but I think that since it comes from "national style", it is just a folk song, which came from Shan Ye folk songs thousands of years ago. It reflects people's daily life and sings at will. There is no need for hard labeling, let alone "online". Otherwise, the original intention of appreciating poetry and the beauty of poetry itself will be lost, not to mention Confucius' comments on "mourning"

Poetry * * * three chapters, repeat chapters ask yourself and answer, but also sink into sweet thoughts, to imagine the scene of meeting a woman in two of a kind. Some things have changed-different things have been picked: Tang, wheat and fennel; They are located in three different places: Moxiang, Moxiang North and Moxiang East. There are also the same places-the expected "I will be in Mulberry", the invited "I will enter the palace" and the sent "I will be on the ice". The same place is more important, and that is the lack. Invariance and change are intertwined, which contains the natural truth of simple customs.

In poetry, women's surnames are mentioned. I don't want to elaborate, just want to expand my knowledge about ancient culture. Among "Jiang Meng", "Meng Yi" and "Meng Yong", Meng Yi ranks the longest, while Jiang, Yi and Yong are surnames of aristocratic women, because before the Warring States Period, ordinary people had no surnames. Among the nobles, women call their surnames by their first names, while men call their surnames by their first names, saying "farewell to marriage" and "farewell to dignity" by their surnames. Generally, a woman who wants to get married should be crowned with Uncle Meng Bozhong's surname before her surname to show her ranking, and her husband's surname should be crowned after marriage.

I like "whose thoughts are in the clouds" in poetry best, especially "clouds". It is just a word of help here, but it brings endless threads as soft as missing, such as meeting, meeting, farewell and setting, but it is even more blank, such as missing clouds, which adds hazy beauty to real and natural poetry.

The appreciation of the beauty of poetry is emotional, not emotional. Aesthetics is irrational, impractical and utilitarian. Is it still an appreciation of poetry to distinguish between black and white? I can't help thinking about it again. The guidance of students' poetry appreciation in middle school Chinese teaching can not be routine and rigid. It is necessary to create scenes, leave more room for students to think and let them freely imagine their intimate poems. This is the correct way to appreciate poetry.

Or I have to distinguish this poem, then I think this poem is just a simple naive pursuit of love and innocence of temperament.

"Heart to heart, you have eyes in your heart. There is a Buddha in my heart, and everything I see is a Buddha. "