1. Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -"A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Li Shangyin
2. Thin clouds are smart, flying stars pass on grievances, and silver is dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Guan, "Queqiao Fairy, Bo Yun's Paradox"
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -"Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River" Li Chi Ngai
4. Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, with lotus leaves and fish playing among them. Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north. -"Jiangnan" anonymous
5. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Yuan Zhen's Five Four Poems of Thought
6. Evil, I want to know you, I want to live a long life. I long to know you, long live, this heart will never fade. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens! -"Shangxie" is anonymous
7. What's today? Let's swim on the boat. What day is today? Together with the prince. I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion. Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. -"Yue People's Song" is anonymous
8. The diamond leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus. Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water. -"Lotus Picking Song" Bai Juyi
9. The mountains are full of gloom, and the mountains are full of splendor. If you don't see your son, you will see madness. There is Youlong in the mountains, but not a child, but a cunning child. -"Mountain with Fu Su" is anonymous.
10. Small red print. Say it's even. Red rocks are in the clouds and fish are in the water. This feeling is hard to send. The setting sun leans on the west wing alone. The distant mountain is opposite the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward. -"Qing Ping Le Hong Xiao Jianzi" Yan Shu
2. Describe the words about love in the Woods Describe the words about love in the Woods:
Like-minded,
Take Qi Mei as an example,
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble,
At the end of time,
Unswervingly,
An oath of eternal love,
Love at first sight,
Perfect match,
Soul mate,
A perfect match made in heaven,
Devote oneself to love,
My beautiful lady,
Share joys and sorrows,
Until death do us part,
Like-minded,
Feel sorry for each other,
Respect each other as guests,
At arm's length,
There is a weakness,
Meet each other late,
Forever and ever,
Spend a full moon,
Fly with me,
As inseparable as paint,
Childhood friends,
* * * In love,
Sauvignon blanc,
Harp, harp and chorus,
Love is stronger than gold,
Marty
This poem about forest turned green in the small forest of the city. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. When I retire at home, I will take my life savings to an unknown mountain forest. When I live in the mountains, I will sing to the accompaniment of rustling green leaves. When I am too old to sing, I will sit under a green tree and listen to the whispers of leaves. When I am too old to breathe, I will melt myself into the forest soil. When that day comes, I will become a part of the forest, a leaf on a branch, thinking about the forest.
4. Poetry about the forest If poetry is lightning that tears the sky in the forest, how can it be swallowed up by squinting, curled up with an angry body, my thoughts escaped from ignorant worship, and the floating dust in the air choked my throat. Freedom is an extremely perfect sacrifice. If poetry is a forest, I would rather put away my greedy feet. The footsteps in the middle of the muddy world are covered with gray mud, and I can't stand the dying nerve center that is cracked by too many sunspots. There is no new information input. If poetry is a forest, I would like to be a small green bristlegrass, and the leaves fall and grow outside the forest landscape. As I firmly believe, I will pick up the colorful shell with words and let Qingqing burn in the fire without regret. If poetry is all the light I want to shoot into the forest, please purify that hypocritical face that worships good or evil, please don't smear the symbol marked with civilization, and don't use the hand that sticks out from hell or heaven. Clowns who hold high the so-called pen of art and are painted with political paint, please put away the forest of coquettish poems, which is full of cuckoo spirits. Do you know which newly added paulownia oak is a flame beating in the dark? Author: Shu Ting, if I love you-/I will never learn to climb,/I will show off myself with your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for green leaves; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings years of coolness and comfort; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity.
/Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds.
/Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other,/But no one understands our words/You have your copper branch and iron shaft,/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/Like a heavy sigh,/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. Comment on Shu Ting's poems, which are novel in conception and lyrical; Exquisite language and distinctive personal style.
To the Oak Tree is a beautiful and profound lyric poem of hers. The love it expresses is not only pure and hot, but also noble and great.
It is like an old and fresh song, which touches people's heartstrings. The poet takes the oak tree as the object, expressing the passion, sincerity and firmness of love.
The oak tree in the poem is not a concrete object, but an ideal lover symbol of the poet. Therefore, this poem, to some extent, does not simply pour out one's passionate love, but expresses one's ideals and beliefs about love. It is expressed through a kind and concrete image, which is quite meaningful to the ancients.
First of all, the oak tree is tall, charming, deep and rich in connotation-"high branches" and "shade" are one meaning, and the method of setting off is adopted here. Poets don't want the love of vassals, nor do they want to be a smug flower attached to the high branches of oak trees.
Poets don't want to give love, to be a bird that sings for the shade all day, to be a fountain of wishful thinking, and to be a mountain that blindly supports the oak tree. The poet doesn't want to lose himself in such love.
Love needs to be based on equality of personality, independence of personality, mutual respect and admiration, and mutual affinity. What the poet wants is the kind of love that two people stand shoulder to shoulder and share weal and woe.
The poet compares himself to a kapok, a kapok standing side by side with an oak tree. The roots and leaves of these two trees are closely connected.
The poet's persistence in love is no less than the ancients' "I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and I would like to live together on the ground, with two branches in one tree." . Oak and kapok stand quietly and firmly. When the wind blows, swaying branches and leaves greet each other and they are connected.
That is the language of their world, their inner harmony and silent understanding. Two people are guarding it like this, two determined trees, two fresh lives and two noble hearts.
A brave guard, every branch is always ready to stop attacks from the outside world and defend the world of two people; One is a passionate life, with red flowers, willing to cheer for him and light up his future when he is struggling. They share the threat of difficulties and the test of setbacks; Similarly, they enjoy the splendor of life and the magnificence of nature.
What poets want is such great love, the same greatness and nobility, the same thoughts and soul, rooted in the same foundation, sharing weal and woe, and being dependent on each other in cold and warm. Poetry expresses the poet's ideal view of love with novel and magnificent images and appropriate metaphors.
The metaphor and peculiar image combination in the poem represented the new form of poetry at that time, which was of groundbreaking significance. In addition, although novel images are used in poetry, the language of poetry is not obscure, but colloquial, with fresh aura and subtle hints in novelty, giving people unlimited imagination.
Sanmao, an olive tree, don't ask me where I come from, why my hometown is wandering in the distance, why I am wandering in the distance, why I am wandering in the distance, why birds are flying in the sky, why I am wandering in the mountains, why I am wandering in the vast grassland, and why I dream of olive trees.