HanYueFu
Kwai in Qingqing Garden,
Morning dew waiting for the sun.
Budeze in Yangchun,
Everything is brilliant.
I'm always afraid that autumn will come, and
the leaves of baked Huanghua will decline.
a hundred rivers go east to the sea,
when will they return to the west?
if a young man doesn't work hard,
an old man is sad.
[ Notes]
1. Boss: Old.
2. ACTS: In vain.
[ translation ]
The river is surging to the East China Sea, how can it flow back again? If you don't try to make a difference in your youth, it's useless to regret and grieve when you are old.
[ Appreciation] Poetic Meaning
Yuefu poetry is a genre that best represents the achievements of poetry in the Han Dynasty. It often uses fu, bi, xing, intertextuality, repeated singing and other techniques to express feelings, and this song "Long Songs" represents this feature. The author compares the fleeting time of Shaoguang with a hundred rivers returning to the sea and never coming back, feeling that "young people don't work hard, old people are sad" and urging the world to cherish time and make a difference. The whole poem rises from the green sunflower, associates it with the changes of four seasons, and compares it with rivers, and draws the conclusion that we should seize the time and work hard, and its comparison technique is obvious.
"Long song" is suitable for expressing deep feelings. This poem is eloquent, descriptive, lyrical, lamenting and encouraging, which makes the whole poem full of delicate connotations and endless meanings. It not only inherits the tradition of "singing to chant ambition", but also has a great sense of beauty in form, which is convenient for repeated chanting.
Long Songs
[ Chinese] Yuefu Poems
A hundred rivers go east to the sea,
When will they return to the west?
young people don't work hard,
old people are sad!
Note: These are the last four sentences in Yuefu poem Long Songs, which are intended to encourage people to work hard.
the river flows eastward and will not flow backwards; People's years are gone. Therefore, we should cherish our youth, work hard in time and make a difference; Otherwise, it will be
too late to regret.
long songs
it's been years since you left, and the past is in your eyes.
In the dead of night, listening to the wind and floating catkins, I still can't sleep when I remember my bosom friend.
Yinghua knows that it is good for spring, but Southern Yan doesn't know where to go.
The night drizzles on the windowsill, and the poem "Six Dusts" tells the world:
The incense marriage is full of infatuation, and the taste of the guest house is poor.
all injuries to the liver and lungs are caused by carelessness, and all the troubles are only greed.
the color dyed in the mountains and rivers ends in banter, and the sound goes through the clouds and begins to circle.
what has changed since ancient times? It's too hard to be spotless.
Before sleepwalking in the old place and getting drunk, many students smiled, but
I watched the Iraqis frown, feeling a little sad and full of joy.
looking at the road in the dark adds to palpitations, but looking at the situation in the dark adds less words.
There are countless people in the long history. Let's talk about Bolang's coming out of the window:
Bolang can be traced, but when he is a bankrupt, he only has one heart.
a pilgrimage to a worshiper fails, but a hundred days' bribe to a slave is similar.
Zhang lets the visitors have a shallow depth, while Meng relies on the slave's bottom to make trouble.
Collecting treasures only requires ten drinks, leaving no trace.
now that a hundred schools of thought are unified, I can't help searching for the source.
Alas, China has done wonders.
Have you seen a welcome to Liangzhou?
Mr. Lang's mood is still graceful, and I am looking for a place to live.
Far away from the north, Mei is drunk, and few people go boating in the South China Sea.
The dead leaves are fluttering in the wind, and the willow branches in Sandy are waiting for the rain.
all roads lead to the four seas, and you know that there is no place to enter the clouds?
The meaning of a long line of songs
After reading this poem, you should be able to understand what I care about. Why are you lonely? Why are you lonely?
After reading it, one of my classmates here made a comment: Clouds and smoke are scattered everywhere, and they clearly hate the complaint in the poem.
I don't quite agree with her opinion, but there is some truth. You should be able to understand it.
Long songs
It's another winter solstice, and the cold wind blows.
Take clothes, push pillows, enjoy fragrant tea and turn over books.
the ancestors' pure wind speaks out of the sky, and the vast expanse of land is always a matter of concern.
My fair lady Guan Luozhou, the peach blossom burns the gentleman.
the first romantic trend is to bend the child, but not to follow the wind and lead the elegant style.
Qiong Lin Yushu pushed Song Yu, and her face was beautiful.
Jiang Yan, an ecstasy, was taught multicolored pens by immortals.
Luoyang's paper is expensive and envious of left thinking, and Sandu Fu is a surprise.
Xie Anshi is elegant and charming, laughing and quiet for you.
Tao Yuanming, an orphan, was planted in Huang Ju and planted with five willows.
Cao Zijian, suspected to be a heavenly man, shocked Ling Bo's ethereal fairy.
Nineteen ancient poems are my favorite, and I can't get tired of reading Tang and Song poems.
I'm full of English, and I'm full of words.
Mei Xue is a wonderful place in Lin Hejing, where cranes fly with a faint fragrance.
Li Taibai was wild and unrestrained, and the Poet Immortal was relegated to the lower bound.
it's as steep as a cloud and mud, and the article is unparalleled through the ages.
Li Yishan is full of beautiful flowers, and the spring snow is full of golden strings.
The mourning for his wife is meaningful, precise and graceful, and few people are at peace.
the pipa sounds like a white fragrant hill, singing a song of eternal regret.
Poems and paintings are graceful, while mountains and empty pools are afraid of photocopying.
He is famous for being a romantic you chose pine-trees and clouds; and now, whitehaired.
The mighty waves shake Yueyang Tower, which is and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys.
The quarrel is fragrant in Zhang Ruoxu, smooth and tactful.
the solitary article is absolutely unique to everyone, and since then, it has been a moonlight night on the riverside.
Li Zhongguang, whose heavenly religion is brilliant, is a great talent.
if you are a king, you will wear away your waist and temples.
sentence reading doesn't help Su Zizhan, and it doesn't emphasize rhythm and nature.
spring and Jingming, Fan Zhongyan, yellow leaves and autumn waves, blue sky.
Li Yian is fresh and graceful, and her bones are strange and her eyebrows are ashamed.
I love Xinjiaxuan wildly, and I am more heroic and open-minded in my life.
I pity Lu Fangweng for the injury, and the spring cold is thin * * * dongfeng evil.
beautiful and weak in Qin Shaoyou, elegant and exquisitely carved.
The white lady changed three times, making a hullabaloo about.
Wen Runxiu, Jie Yan and his uncle are used to writing big words and small songs.
round and soft, like pearls and jade, like swimming in the East China Sea.
The ethereal spirit is born in Zhang Ziye, and the shadow of flowers is on the swing.
I admire and praise Yan Xiaoshan, but I have no way to explain the details.
or generous or gentle and lovely, I only look forward to it.
If you fiddle with Li Zhiyi, the heart of the poem turns into a Qian Qian knot.
the beauty of the work is no more than the window of Wu Meng, and the jade carving is on the terrace of Qibao.
exquisite vertical ratio is like fu, and it is shameful to paint red through the paper.
In Cao Qinpu, the weeping of blood in the Red Chamber became a dream.
those who are infatuated envy the golden fate, and those who are unlucky can sigh the alliance of wood and stone.
the country's unfortunate poets are fortunate, and the words are full of vicissitudes.
you dare to read your mind and write according to the law.
when you sing a cardamom poem, it's still bright, but when you cook it, it's not enough.
Fang's family led the way to know the spectrum, and the white fragrance was engraved in my heart.
Gong Shang's horns and feathers are in the right tune, and the sword goes sideways and sounds good.
the five tones and six rhythms are clear and turbid, and when they are flat, they are recorded clearly.
I often complain that the days are short and the nights are long, and I hate to travel hand in hand without holding a candle.
Yin An is a proud fisherman and dares to laugh at Wan Huhou.
Jiaodao's poems about Xiangling have been a delusion since ancient times.
I feel dreamy when I'm asleep, and I can't sleep and sing about it.
I want to be mad, but I want to be crazy.
a man of letters and men of letters has taken a ride on a crane, but it is hard to get good epigrams.
if you are a beautiful and graceful girl, you will meet me with a crazy person.
natural beauty does not thrush, but coarse clothes and messy hair hide the national color.
I don't learn Zhong Ni's fan Shao music, but prefer to sing and move Shan Ye.
I turned my back on God's friendship and suddenly disappeared. I searched all the eight wild places for Liuhe.
fu! Towering mountains, vast Wang Yang!
I'm so sad that I'm not in the Han and Tang Dynasties.
When the meteor shower breaks through the sky, I wish to worship the Milky Way at a distance:
I wish to turn Luoyi into a feather and fly with the wings.
Long lines of ancient poems
[ famous sentences] The national enemy did not take the sword from the old box of a strong man.
[ Original] Life is not a An Qisheng, and you are drunk in the East China Sea riding a long whale; You should still be Li Xiping, and the thief will clear the old Beijing. The golden seal has not started, and the white hair is ruthless; The ancient temple in Chengdu lies in the autumn night, and the monk window is bright by the setting sun. Is it right to break the thief's hand, oh, the poem is long and cold; Xinglai bought all the Shiqiao wine, and the cart piled up long bottles aboveboard. Sorrow bamboo helps the drama to drink, such as Juye being tilted by the Yellow River; At ordinary times, a drop is not in the mouth, and the anger makes thousands of people surprised. The man who has not reported the national enemy is old, and the sword in the box sounds at night; He Dangkai also gave a banquet to the soldiers, and the snow in the middle of the night crushed the flying fox city.
[Analysis and Appreciation] Patriotic poets write poems, each sentence is full of lofty sentiments, feeling that the people who have not reported the national enemy are old, the sword in the box is still ringing in the night, and the brave men are ambitious and still serve the country.
"The sword in the box sounds at night", and every time it is used to sing the great ambition of talented people, it is necessary to make every effort to show its kung fu.
Poetry of Long Songs: This is a patriotic poem written by romanticism. The first ten sentences say that a person with ideals and heroism should be a valiant man for saving the country, even if he can't be an extraordinary immortal. But what about yourself? Although I have the ambition to kill the enemy, I have no chance to serve my country. I only end up with white hair and lie idle in the ancient temple, turning an enemy fighter into a sorrowful poet. In the next six sentences, I describe myself turning my ambition into amazing booze, hoping to drown my sorrows and vent my indignation. Finally, I still can't help but think of it; How exciting it would be to recover lost ground and hold such a celebration banquet in the army!