Memory of Jiangnan Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Jiang Nanyi, what I remember most is Hangzhou: searching for laurel seeds in Zhongshan Temple in the moon, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion, when will you revisit?
"Look at the wheat cutting" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
"Spring Tour of Qiantang River" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
"Pipa Travel" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.
Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.
By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the morning of spring with flowers and the night of autumn with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
"Fu De Gu Farewell" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Recalling the good times in Jiangnan: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Mujiang Song: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Peach blossom in Dalin Temple: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Bai Brief Introduction Ju Yi (772-846), a poet, was born in Xinzheng, Henan. He was born in Taiyuan when his great-grandfather moved to Xiayi. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Poets Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen advocated the New Yuefu Movement, and Liu Yuxi were called "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu" by the world. Poet Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, the poet Bai Juyi died of illness in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.
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Theme? Theme concentration is one of the artistic features of Bai Juyi's satirical poems. Bai Juyi usually only chooses the most typical thing, highlights a theme, and the theme is very clear. In order to convey the theme to readers more clearly, you can add a small preface under the title of the poem to indicate the theme, or "show your will" to highlight the theme. Secondly, the artistic features of Bai poetry are also reflected in the portrayal of characters. Bai Juyi can grasp the characteristics of the characters and portray the characters vividly and vividly by line drawing. However, the poetry of Bai poetry is not simple, and Bai Juyi often entrusts the implication in simple sentences, which has achieved amazing artistic effects. The poem "Light Fat" describes the mental outlook of ministers, doctors and generals attending the meeting, as well as the richness of wine and food on the table, but the conclusion is: "There is a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou eat people." What a tragic scene this is.
Leisure poems and allegorical poems are two kinds of poems that the poet Bai Juyi pays special attention to. Both of them are realistic, vulgar and thrifty, but they are quite different in content and artistic conception. Irony poems aim at "supporting the two", which are closely related to social politics and write more about lofty sentiments and excitement; Leisure poems are meant to be "exclusive", "content with harmony, and give play to one's temperament" (Nine Books of Yuyuan), thus showing an indifferent, peaceful and leisurely state of mind.
Bai Juyi's leisurely poems have a great influence on later generations. His simple language style and indifferent and leisurely mood have been praised many times, but in contrast, the "leisure" thought of retiring from politics and being content with peace, and the attitude of returning to Buddhism and imitating Tao Yuanming in these poems have far-reaching influence because they are more in line with the psychology of later literati. For example, the poet Bai Juyi has argued for two snail horns and got a dime a dozen (Let's Drink Seven Songs, No.7), What is contended for on the snail horns, and I will send this body in the firelight of the stone (No.2 of Drinking Five Songs), and I will remember what will happen to the snail horns in the future (Wu Zeng's Can Change Diet, No.8). That is to say, on the basis of the names given by the Song people, "the names of drunkards, pedants and Dongpo all come from Bai Letian's poems" (Gong Yizheng's "Notes on Mustard Seeds"). Zhou Bida, a poet in the Song Dynasty, pointed out: "Su Wenzhong, a loyal minister in this dynasty, did not pay much attention to permission, only loved Lotte and wrote poems many times. Gage's articles are all about words, but they are honest and generous, outspoken, full of words, affectionate with people and indifferent to things. Living in Huangzhou, the first name is Dongpo, which must have started from Lotte Zhongzhou. " ("Poems of Erlaotang") All these show the influence track of the poet Bai Juyi and his poems.
Poetics? Bai Juyi, a poet, combines Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, with Confucianism as the leading factor. Mencius said that "wealth can help the world, and poverty can protect itself" is the creed that Bai Juyi followed all his life. His ambition of "helping the world and the people" is mainly based on Confucian benevolent policies, including the theory of Huang Lao, the technique of treating filial piety and the method of applying Korea; His mind of "being alone" absorbed the concepts of contentment, uniformity and freedom of Laozi and Zhuangzi and the Buddhist thought of "liberation". The two are roughly bounded by Bai's demotion of Jiangzhou Sima. The poet Bai Juyi not only left nearly 3,000 poems, but also put forward a whole set of poetic theories. Bai Juyi compared poetry to a fruit tree and put forward the viewpoint of "root feeling, Miao character, Watson and true meaning" (nine books at the end of Yuan Dynasty). Bai Juyi believes that "emotion" is the fundamental condition for writing poetry. "Those who move people should not care about emotion first" (Yuan Jiu Shu). Emotion is sentimental and tied up with current politics. Therefore, poetry creation cannot be divorced from reality, but must be based on various events in real life and reflect the social and political situation of an era. Bai Juyi inherited the tradition of "beauty and beauty" since the Book of Songs, and attached importance to the realistic content and social function of poetry. Emphasize the role of poetry in exposing and criticizing political abuses. Bai Juyi put forward a series of principles in poetry expression. In Jiu Shu Tong Yuan, Bai Juyi put forward the famous principle of realistic creation: "Articles should be written in time, and poems should be written for things".
Bai Juyi's poetic theory is of progressive significance for urging poets to face up to reality and care about people's livelihood. It also has an important influence on the poetic style that has gradually emphasized form since Dali (766 ~ 779). However, overemphasizing the subordination of poetry creation to the needs of real politics will inevitably constrain the artistic creation of poetry and the diversification of poetry styles.
Creativity? Articles combine the times, and poems combine things.
Work style? Beautiful language, easy to understand, harmonious tone, vivid image and political allegory.