"There are thousands of trees in the east wind night, the wind blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. "
Speak slowly and whisper, search and seek, Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you go against him when the wind is urgent and the rain is urgent? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? How can it be dark when you are alone by the window? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
2. About looking for "the rolling world of mortals can't hide your smile; The vast snowy area, where can I find your trace ... "The voice is slow, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
Through the snowy winter, through the rainy season. The distant wind, extending my footprints in the wilderness, calls back my dreams.
The field is raining, and people are in the wind and rain. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, where can we meet? Slow Voice is one of Li Qingzhao's late masterpieces.
3. The poems about seeking are: 1. Li Bai's "Seeking Harmony and Respecting Teachers for Seclusion" in the Tang Dynasty: A group of towering skyscrapers, carefree and not remembering the years.
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds. The peaks are steep, and you don't have to remember the happy years when you climb the Moby Sky.
Open the thick clouds to find the ancient mountain road, and lean against the trees to listen to the flowing water spring. There are green cows lying in the warm flowers, and white cranes sleeping on the tall pine branches.
Master Yong and I talked until the river was shrouded in dusk, so we had to walk down the misty cold mountain alone. 2. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's Book of Scholars: Where is the Hall of Fame? In a pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. Where can I find the ancestral temple of Prime Minister Zhuge? The cypress trees outside Jincheng residence are lush.
The green grass reflects the natural spring scenery of the stone steps, and the oriole sings beautifully among the dense leaves. At that time, our ancestors asked you for advice many times, helped our ancestors build the country, and helped successors to continue their businesses.
It's a pity that you set out to fight in a dying army, which made heroes in ancient and modern times feel tears in their skirts. 3. Bai Juyi's "Three Stories of Jiangnan" in the Tang Dynasty: Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk.
Will we meet again sooner or later? How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. I have long been familiar with it. Spring is coming, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river greener than blue grass.
How can one not miss Jiangnan? The memory of Jiangnan can best evoke the memory of Hangzhou: you visited Tianzhu Temple in Mid-Autumn Festival to find laurel trees, boarded the county pavilion, rested on it and enjoyed the tide of Qiantang River. When can I go to play again? Memories of Jiangnan, and then memories of Suzhou Wugong, drinking wine and spring bamboo leaves in Wugong, watching the singers in Wugong dance like charming hibiscus.
We always meet again in the morning and evening. 4. Du Fu's "Wang Yue" in the Tang Dynasty Original: Xiyue Zun, the peaks stand like children and grandchildren.
Immortal staff, how can you climb Huashan to the Jade Buddha Temple with it? You can enter the trunk valley and it is difficult to return, but the peak is like the tail of an arrow, which is difficult to climb.
When the weather is a little cooler, climb to the top of the mountain and see Yamamoto. Huashan stands tall, its highest peak looks like an elder, and other peaks stand around like children and grandchildren.
How can I get that fairy nine-section stick and fly it all the way to Xingyunv's shampoo basin? How dangerous the canyon is, as soon as the trunk enters no way back, it's like an arrow shaft heading for a worse door. After the cool autumn wind, I'm going to climb the mountain, visit Xianju in Bai Di and ask about the origin of Xiandao.
5. Song Xin Qiji's "Jade Case Yuan" Original: Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and the stars are raining. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain.
The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night.
The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling. I looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, but inadvertently found her in the scattered lights.
4. Ask for a poem about "seeking". Look for him in the crowd. Looking for him thousands of miles away. Suddenly, I turned around, but the man was in the dim light.
It is common to see the house of the King of Qi, but Cui has smelled it several times before.
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived.
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains. Where can you find your footprints?
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
Looking for Peng Zezai again, Tao Ran * * * drunk chrysanthemum cup. ("A Poem by a Magician on Ascending the Mountain and Looking at Yuetai" for Liu)
Why are you looking for heaven? There is a beautiful peach blossom garden in the world. (Tang Han's seven laws are engraved in the temple of wandering elves)
I look for traces of human existence in autumn grass and watch the sunset slowly tilt in the cold forest. (Don Liu Changqing's Seven Laws of on passing jia yi's house in changsha)
Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye. (Tang Meng Haoran's Five Laws, Liu Biewang Wei)
But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . (Wang Tang Wei Yuefu Tao Yuanhang)
Who knows that I am looking for Fan Li's heart? He can forget the worldly wisdom. (Seven Laws of Tang Wen and Ting Yun, Du Nan, Li)
Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. (Tang Li Bai's "Five Laws for Peace, Respecting Teachers for Seclusion")
5. Find ten modern poems that are most worth reading. In front of these works, I realized what it means to stop at the top of the mountain.
Whether you like poetry or not, as long as you speak Chinese as your mother tongue, these works are worth reading carefully. Any wonderful language will turn pale in front of these works, and I can only strongly recommend them: the first and tenth songs, Waiting for You in the Rain by Yu Guangzhong: Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain, cicadas sink and fall, frogs raise a pool of red lotus like red flames, and it doesn't matter whether you come or not in the rain. I think every lotus is like you, especially through the dusk, through this drizzle forever, instantly, instantly. Outside of time, in time, waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus flowers. In the martial arts palace, this hand should shake the cinnamon pulp. In the Mulan boat, there is a star hanging on the cornice of the science museum, like a Swiss watch. You came out of a love story. You have read a lot of comments about this poem from Jiang Baishi's words. What impressed me the most was a wonderful passage about the Science Museum and the Swiss Watch, saying that it was a combination of classical and modern. However, personally, the appearance of these two images may be the only failure of this poem. The combination of a suit and a melon hat makes people feel uncomfortable.
Second, the ninth song, Lin's "Laughter": Laughing is her eyes, lips, and the circular vortex of her lips. Brilliant as dew, the smiles are hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth.
That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear.
Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.
Third, the eighth song, Fei Ming's "Star": The stars in the sky are said to be eternal spring flowers. There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream. Last night, the stars in the middle of the night were as clean as a clear net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon.
Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.
Fourth, the seventh song, Bian's "Broken Chapter": You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
This one is the most famous among all the works with the theme of broken chapters. But many authoritative critics' explanations are different from the author's own.
Fifth, the sixth song, Zheng Chouyu's "Wrong": I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, waiting for the emergence of the season, such as lotus flowers blooming in the east wind in the future, catkins not flying in March, your heart is like a small lonely city, like the silence of Qingshi Street at night, and the spring curtain in March did not reveal your heart. Dada's horseshoe covered me tightly, which was a beautiful mistake. I am not a returnee, but a passer-by ... Maybe this mistake is not just for the people in the window. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially Mistress.
Sixth, the fifth song, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water": This is a desperate stagnant water, and the breeze can't blow at all. Why not throw more rubbish and throw out the leftovers?
Maybe copper should be green to emerald, and a few petals of peach blossoms should be embroidered on the tin can; Let greasy weave a layer of Luo qi, and the mold will steam out some clouds for him. Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like foam; The laughter of the little bead turned into a big bead, and it was bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water can be praised as somewhat clear. If the frog can't stand loneliness, it is stagnant water calling for a song.
This is a backwater of despair, which is definitely not the beauty. Let Ugly take it back and see what world he has created. Only such a person can write such a work.
Seven, the fourth song, Feng Zhi's "Snake": My loneliness is a long snake, too cold to speak-girl, if you dream of it, don't be completely afraid! He is my faithful companion, and his heart is full of homesickness: he is thinking about the dense grassland and the thick black silk on your head. It is as light as moonlight, sneaking past you; Keep your dream for me, like a crimson flower.
Feng Zhi is called "the most outstanding lyric poet in China" by Lu Xun, and only he can write such works. His southern night was too good to say anything.
Eight, the third song, He Qifang's "Prediction": This heartbeat day has finally arrived. I can clearly hear your sighing footsteps at night. It's not the whisper of leaves and night wind in the forest, but the hoof sound of elk crossing the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell, were you predicted by the young God? You must come from the warm south, tell me the moonlight and sunshine there, tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers and how the swallows are madly in love with Populus davidiana. I will sleep in your dreamlike singing with my eyes closed, and I seem to remember and forget.
Please stop, stop your tired running, come in, there is a tiger mattress for you to sit on, let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice. That song will be as gloomy and lofty as fire, and it will tell my life like fire.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead, and the ancient trees are dotted with the words of wild animals, intertwined like half-dead vines and pythons, and there is no shortage of stars in the dense leaves. Hearing the empty echo of the first step, you will be too timid to let go of the second step.
Do you have to go? Please wait for me to go with you. My feet know every safe way. I can continue to sing the songs I forgot, and then give them to you, and then give them the warmth of your hand. The darkness of night interrupts us, so you can look me in the eyes in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting songs, and your feet didn't stop for my trembling, like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk and disappearing.
6. It's still the same to find someone to write Tibetan poems.
Clouds are drizzling,
No, who knows what that means,
My heart is as hard to chase as water.
Right and wrong have no comfort at night,
Yuanqu has a long heart,
The world is full of love.
Hang Hang doesn't know where love will go.
My beloved is married, and the groom is not me. This feeling hurts my heart. It used to be the best, but I always frown, but I keep it in my heart. Still the same road, that day, familiar city, different mood. Last year, in this door, the peach blossoms set each other off, making people wonder where to go, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze. ..
I don't know what to do, is this right? Press this button poetically.
7. Find someone to write a poem. This is a poem by Wang Wei.
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The song of Luoyang girl.
Author: Wang Wei
There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older.
Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.
Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.
Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.
Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.
He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.
When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers.
Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.
All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.
Who will notice the jade-faced Yue girl, the poor river head who washes the yarn?
8. Find someone to appreciate the following poem. The last four sentences of the poem directly express the poet's lament and hint at the root of the pain. The river is shallow, not far apart but insurmountable, thus becoming an eternal tragic image in literature and philosophy. "There are no words in the water, and there are no words in the water." At first reading, I didn't realize how heavy it was, but at second reading, I didn't realize that sadness came from it, and then I was overwhelmed by sadness. Is Ying Ying's water a gaze of autumn water, a gathering of tears, or a thin face? Anyway, let's see a beautiful and moving image of a woman full of sadness. And this is only the first level of sadness. Then think about it carefully, not only love, but also all levels of life, don't they all have such insurmountable sadness? What we pursue is often tangible, but we can never touch it or catch it. By this time, we are not only moved by this beautiful and thoughtful woman, but also feel the sorrow of our own life. However, the sadness expressed in the poem and the sadness of life we feel do not make us decadent, pessimistic and negative, but have a strange power. Her tears and her sad face make us feel a strong desire and nostalgia for life, life, fate and love, so the sadness of life we feel is just a tempering of our will. It is at this level that the value of poetry has been improved again.