We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and 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, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, 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, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will 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.
In ancient poetry, poets used their senses: smell and touch. Tang Bai Juyi
night
snow
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
late night
You can smell snow when you know its weight.
Bamboo sound
Don Liu Yuxi
Autumn wind guide
With wheeler
autumn wind
Send, rustling.
wild goose
Chaolai
enter
Shu Ting
,
Lonely guest
Smell it first.
Wang Song Anshi
Education and industrial mathematics (short for mathematics in education and industry)
flower
There are some plum trees in the corner.
,
Ling Han
Drive alone.
Even from a distance, they can't be mistaken for snow.
,
Because a fragrance comes with the breeze.
3. What are the poems describing "spring scenery" from the perspectives of vision, hearing, smell and taste? In the spring morning, I woke up happily, and birds were singing everywhere.
2, Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry.
3, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
In April, the world is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
6. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
7. You can't close the garden in spring.
8. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
On the 9th, Qian Fan, next to the shipwreck, Wan Muchun was in front of the sick tree.
10, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
Source: Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn.
Interpretation: I slept sweetly until dawn in the spring night, only to hear a bird chirping outside the window when I woke up.
2, Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry.
Source: Selected from "Singing Willow" by He in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The tall trunk looks like her graceful figure, drooping wicker, like the ribbon on her skirt.
3, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Source: From Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Interpretation: Spring rain falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening everything on the earth.
It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Source: Selected from Qingming by Du Mu.
Interpretation: On this day, Tomb-Sweeping Day is falling, and people who travel far away are confused and desolate on the road, as if they were dead.
In April, the world is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
Source: Selected from Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple.
Commentary: In April of the lunar calendar, spring goes to summer, and the flowers outside the mountain have withered, while the peach blossoms at Dalin Temple on the top of the mountain are in full bloom.
6. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Source: Selected from Cui Hu's Tituchengnan Village.
Interpretation: When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone, only the peach blossom was still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.
7. You can't close the garden in spring.
Source: Selected from Ye Shaoweng's The Garden is Affordable.
Interpretation: But the spring scenery in this garden can't be closed after all. Look, there is a pink apricot flower on the wall.
8. The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Source: Selected from Wang Anshi's Boating in Guazhou.
Commentary: The warm spring breeze has greened the vegetation on the south bank of the Yangtze River. When can I return to my hometown in the bright moonlight?
On the 9th, Qian Fan, next to the shipwreck, Wan Muchun was in front of the sick tree.
Source: Selected from Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting of Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte".
Interpretation: There are thousands of ships passing by the sunken ship, but there is also a struggle for spring in front of the sick tree.
10, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring.
Source: From Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Interpretation: Good rain seems to have picked the right time, coming in the spring when everything was born.
reference data
Ancient Poetry Network: http://www.gushiwen.org/mingju_1175.aspx.
4. Poetry about the senses (vision, hearing, touch, smell) (seven sentences) Vision: flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
Hearing: A thousand miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the flag wind of fruit wine in the water town mountains —— Du Mu's Jiangnan Spring
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Touch: I want to get wet with clothes, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
Sense of smell: the thin shadow is oblique, the water is shallow, and the dusk is fragrant. -Lin Hejing's Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden
Sight, smell and hearing:
The green leaves hide the warbler, the bamboo curtain separates the swallow, and the incense of the stove turns quietly. When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard.
-Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"