The imaginary Jiangnan is more beautiful and softer than the artistic conception of Tang and Song poetry. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River and the swaying bamboos in the clear night are transparent and thin Yue Hui, which softens all impetuousness and sweetness. Walking on the road, the whole body is shrouded in this sweetness, and people are very quiet and gentle.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is thin and dense, like someone's sparkling eyes, shining with pure light and constantly flashing in your brow. A person's heart that was originally stable can no longer be found, or it is more stable and more appropriate because of drunkenness. The first step is to knock on the green slate and listen to an echo. The poet is eager to meet the faint low voice of Lilac Girl.
The desire to be satisfied and the desire to be visited are both subtly preserved in introverted poems. Until thousands of miles away, the green flag, the green stone bridge and the pavilion boat are noisy, and the skirt song Qi Fei is full of fragrance.
This swaying and tender Jiangnan is cultivated by my endless imagination and painstaking efforts, and it is flourishing day by day. When I first set foot in Shanghai in that bronze summer, it was in full bloom. Ten years later, I like the glitz and indifference of this city, although I occasionally miss the blue land in my hometown, just like going in and out from the revolving door, occasionally.
I deeply miss Shanghai in the 1930s, the dazzling paradise, the sudden collapse, the hell of war, the grief and displacement of a nation: it was only a short and beautiful decade. So I miss you because I understand; I like it because I don't understand.
I once had a friend who studied art. She said that she was happiest in the black and white world, only black and white. She feels lovely and happy. Those ten years, like this black and white, broken and mixed, like a sculpture of time, a huge white marble.
Once drunk has been firmly forgotten, and firmly attached to the sculpture in the ruins, covered by vines, so that the sunrise and sunset can't be smelled, the smell of the moon can't be smelled, and we can't smell it. After waiting for several years, we will pay tribute, play carefully and lament. Countless biographies have placed bookshelves for the stars in this jade, which soothes the nostalgia of nostalgic people and attracts more people to play.
The more shiny this jade is, the more subtle, round and intriguing it is. Half for feelings, half for this fleeting decade, and coming to Shanghai for this jade is like chasing a dream in a dream.
You can't close your eyes all night. Why didn't you listen to the cry of the sea at close range when you were obviously moved? It never occurred to me that this green boat is your first time in Shanghai. It seems to give a stranger's dream a new color, full of life force and inspiration from the earth.
And it, quietly, whether you visit or leave with gratitude, is just quiet, like a Persian cat's green eyes, shining comfortably at the intersection of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. That green is full of eyes; We walked inside and swam in the lake waves of its clear and warm eyes.
Hunters or fish in the city, after returning to nature, are all fish, leisurely and carefree. One grassland after another, the grassland in the south of the Yangtze River, and the underground fire are all huge and exquisite.
Just as the autumn season is coming to an end, the leaves of ancient ginkgo leaves or other trees are ripe, just like the great sadness in my heart. Riding the wind of the years, the slender and rich curves slide down and fall, mixed with vertical green grass, layer by layer. Whose heart is more compassionate and peaceful.
I hope that the colorful beauty of this land, no matter you or me, is because it does not separate every color. The snow cage in the north is pressing the earth, and the character of northerners is filled with domineering spirit that makes heaven and earth the same color. The south is full of water, rivers, seas, rivers and lakes, which are flexible, tortuous and euphemistic.
It is said to be natural fresh water, commonly known as sweet water lake, covering the west side of the eastern land, which is eleven times as big as the West Lake. The lake is vast, and people standing here are looking at it, only to see the far sail floating thousands of miles, with some sugar and white, and their hearts are intellectual.
Take off your coat, and the wind on the lake blows on your face. It is said that there are all kinds of recreational activities on the lake, but unfortunately I didn't find them when I first came here.
In fact, the lake always feels like a closed and profound image, like Thoreau's deep and quiet Walden Lake, which can withstand wind and rain, contain impurities and attach beautiful ideas. Sometimes I think, the so-called choice, on the surface, is that one party chooses the other, but in fact, isn't it a mutual essential fit? Nietzsche and the deep blue sea, Van Gogh and the mature yellow tragic wheat field, who can tell who chose who? How warm your eyes are when you care for me all my life, and tell me not to give up when I fall. It looks like a thick nylon rope, turquoise, and a strong net. Children in all kinds of clothes are climbing, falling, climbing, climbing down and finally climbing out. This is the so-called brave road.
Childlike, I follow, climb. Up and down, between ups and downs, hands and feet dare not relax. At that time, it suddenly occurred to me that one month before the college entrance examination, my father's song had only one sentence: hero Han, there is no hurdle to pass.
Rough, hidden in the bottom of my heart, can scream like Shaanxi opera. People are out of this tight encirclement, sweating, comfortable, and their legs are a little sore.
Looking back at this net, I think the real net will never be so strong. They are slender, careless and even colorless and tasteless, and even people who surf the Internet simply turn a blind eye and feel nothing.
It is also a nylon rope, holding plum blossom piles, making them look like small swings, arranged in a row, on which people shake slightly, forcing them to keep balance. When I was a child, I ran in the fields. How can we get these artificial so-called challenges? Mountain, climb up, climb up and then come down; Wolf and dog, chase. The farther you chase, the farther you leave home, and the hungrier you get.
At that time, there was more than one book called Old Things in the south of the city. In front is the maze of wisdom, surrounded by bushes, with a schematic diagram at the entrance, like an earthworm crawling.
I want to see the earthworm first, the child in the back said, don't look, it won't die anyway, get in! These are children in the city; The strength of rural children will not be so exposed. They are like water, weak and humble, forbearing, and their strength is deeply hidden in their hearts.
In the maze, me and.
2. What are the poems about the East? The sunrise in the east seems to come from underground.
After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace. "Going in and out in the daytime" (Li Bai) will go out of the East Gate, according to my threshold; Caress the rest of the horse, drive safely, and the night is bright and clear.
Nine Songs of the East (Qu Yuan) You came to see me from the East, and the rain in Baling is still on your clothes. Asked why, the guest said to cut down a tree and buy an axe.
How many romantic figures (Wei) are there in Meet My Friends in the Capital? After the thief became famous, Chen Wang got up and waved to Huang Yue. The song is not finished, Oriental White.
"He Xinlang Reading History" (Mao Zedong) Castle Peak wants to hold it for half a day. The pleasure of the king of Wu and his attendants gradually came to an end.
The east is getting higher and higher. "May 7th Canal" (Li Bai) rode eastbound for more than a thousand times, with her husband at the top.
What's the use of knowing your husband? A pony's white horse; Hair tied with ponytail, horsehead covered with gold; Deer sword, a deer in the waist, can be worth more than 10 million. "Sang" (Han Anonymous) If you want to know the East, Mo Daojun will go early.
People who travel all over the castle peak are not old, and the scenery here is unique. Qing Ping Le Hui Chang (Mao Zedong) If you want to know the mountain is high, you can't see the Oriental White.
"Dawn in the East Building" (Bai Juyi) sent people by car, but the east is still unknown. "An Examination of Early Sending Juren" (Bai Juyi) is slightly west and slightly east.
"Send Cui Shaojian" (Bai Juyi) Nanshan is green and heavy, and Dongfang is white and long. Streets are like running water, and city corners are like broken banks.
"He Wangxiao" (Bai Juyi) once rode a swift horse in the East, and now he is as tall as the horse's head. "New arrival and wandering Charlotte" (Bai Juyi) How many golden eagles are there in wild flowers?
Travel during the day to watch the sunset in the west and talk to Dongfang Ming at night. Autumn and Zhang Bin (Bai Juyi) is just a solitary sword, which will last for eight years.
People are happy when they talk, and travel around the East by car. "Pei Gong Nostalgia" (Bao Rong) The twilight in the east is vast and flat, and the dragon Teng Zhu burns the moon.
The sailors were surprised to see the underwater fire, and the treasure was scattered with Longxing. A floating heart makes a night of rape, and the moon dragon looks at it several times.
Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan and his ancestral home was Mr. Zuiyin. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty.
Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". 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, Bai Juyi died 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. Reference: http://so.gushiwen.org/.
3. The poem at the beginning of Dongzi should be beautiful, and it's another cold night with seven words.
It snows again.
Soft snowflakes bloom quietly in the evening breeze.
Although cold
Although silent
But vaguely warm and gentle.
From my fingertips
Run to your heart
Flying alone in a snowy field. See autumn in a hundred miles.
The moon is dark and cold, and it is cloudy and snowy at night. Even after the night, I didn't rest. As big as goose feathers and as dense as jade flakes.
See the distant mountains in clear winter, the snow is green.
The author of "Spring Breeze Comes at Night, Blows Open a Pear Tree with Ten Thousand Petals" is a poem "Snow White" selected from "Farewell to Tian Wu's Home".
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and could hardly be pulled out, and all the iron clothes were cold.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
It snows three times in winter, and farmers are happy for the New Year.
I'm tired of Megan. Every one of us has to be in the barn.
It's amazing that boys can't get up because of the cold weather.
There are tourists coming from the clouds and mushrooms in the basket.
The firewood is warm wine, and the mandarin fish is cooked.
Guests also love cups and jars and think you have a cup to drink.
The mountain road is idle and the season is very cold.
You can't invite each other with bitterness. You can rest with a pillow when you are happy.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
On a strange road, the north wind blows hard. Lonely journey, dare not take a break. In the wilderness of the earth, the grass rustles, the branches wither and the fragrance disappears. Only the wheat fields are left, neatly arranged. Snow should fly for nine days, and Qionghua will wither. Look up at the mountains and rivers, put on plain makeup, and put on a vast color, which is gradually thick and layered.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
The sound of wandering by the cold river, the bamboo shadow by the window, the moonlight.
The snow presses the clouds in winter, and the flowers are sparse for a while. The sky is high and the cold current is urgent, and the earth is slightly warm.
Bai Juyi in A Snowy Night
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice and beautiful flowers.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
See the distant mountains in clear winter, the snow is green.
It snows a foot outside the city at night, and it is clearly a charcoal car grinding ice.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
Heavy snow presses pines and cypresses, and pines and cypresses are tall and straight; You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
I was stunned by the cold pillow and heard the sound of bamboo folding.
A suggestion to my friend Liu-Bai Juyi
There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a ray of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
Last year, no one spoke today. What year are people asking tonight?
Why are you so worried in the cold winter? A line flies and pulls the edge of the ocean. Flowers fall several times in spring, and Qiu Lai sounds in summer. ..
Winter frost
In cold weather, the trees are yellow in the west and the world is full of frost.
How can you float on the earth without wind? Only by bathing in the snow can we know the coolness of the world.
4. Ask for an ancient poem that begins with "Oriental Haocheng". Who can help me find it? I want to represent a corporate word 1. Dongfeng is not with Zhou Lang, and Tongquetai locks Er Qiao;
2. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, and the road is sunny;
3, Dongli wine after dusk, there are dark fragrant sleeves.
4, I feel that the business is full, and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
5. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon enter the river.
6. Dongyuan is drunk and Xiyuan is drunk, picking up all the loquat tree gold.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
8. Dongfeng a bottle of wine and go home alone for the New Year.
9. East, west, north and south, Dunhuang Pole, the sun, the moon and the stars triumphed.
10, the sky is dark, the east wind is falling, and the gods are raining.
1 1, east to Qi Ming and west to Chang Gung.
12, the east is unclear, and the clothes are upside down. Clothes make pants make clothes, and the public makes me anxious.
The east has not yet revealed the morning light, and the clothes are upside down. Overthrow it because of public order.
13, the sun lives in the moon and the east comes out.
14, looking at it, the east wind shakes the grass.
15, white rabbit, look east and west. Clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones.
16, Jieshi looks at the sea in the east. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
17, Jiashu Chengjing, Dongyuan Taoli.
18, Dongfeng willow line is long, send Lang to Heliang.
19, the shrike flew east, the swallow flew west, and Huang Gu met the weaver girl.
20. The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.