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The sand in the desert is like snow.
Yanshan moon is like a hook.
How to be a golden brain,
Let's step on the clear autumn.
Ma Shi expresses talent, ambition, feelings and resentment by praising or lamenting the fate of horses, and its expression method belongs to figurative style. However, this poem is meaningful in the use of metaphor. The first sentence and the second sentence show the unique frontier battlefield scenery. At first glance, it is the application of fu method: on the continuous Yanshan mountains, a bright moon is in the sky; Wan Li in Pingsha looks like a layer of white frost and snow in the moonlight. This ordinary person may only feel sad and cold battlefield scene, which has unusual attraction for those who are determined to serve the country. The Moon in Yanshan Mountain is Like a Hook, and Xiao Yue hangs a jade bow as a curtain (the sixth in Nanyuan). "Hook" is a machete, and both are weapons. It is associated with the image of weapons from the bright crescent moon, which means thinking about fighting. Zhenyuan, Yuanhe period, where the author lived, was a period when the buffer region was extremely domineering, and the Jimen area in Youzhou implied by "Yanshan Mountain" was the zone where the buffer region ravaged for the longest time and caused the most disasters, so the poems were quite realistic. Thinking about war is also targeted. Sha Xue's flat battlefield is chilly, but it is a place where heroes can play. So these two sentences are lyrical and tangible. When can I put on a mighty saddle and gallop on the battlefield in the crisp autumn? "Ma Shi" says: "The dragon's back is tied with iron, and the silver hoof is covered with smoke. No one tapestry, who is the golden whip? " The lament of "no one has brocade" and "what should I do" To express the same meaning is to hope that a good horse can be used as a good horse. "Golden brain", "brocade" and "golden whip" all belong to precious saddles, symbolizing the importance of horses. Obviously, this is a cry that the author is eager to make achievements but is not appreciated. This poem and "South Garden (Why Men Don't Take Wu Gou)" are the same desire to join the army, pacify the provinces and make contributions to the country. But South Garden is a direct expression of the soul, and this poem belongs to allegorical or figurative style. It is more exciting to express one's mind directly; And with contrast, you will feel elegant and intriguing. In one or two sentences of the poem, it is also a comparison to use snow as a metaphor for sand and hook as a metaphor for the moon; It is also fun to write from a characteristic scenery and lead to lyricism. In a short span of twenty crosses, we can see the interest in comparison, and there is a ratio in interest, which greatly enriches the expressive force of poetry. Syntactically, the last two sentences are completed in one go, starting with the question "What should I do", which strongly conveys infinite expectations and has a sigh; The word "Step in the Clear Autumn" is full of vigor and novel collocation. It uses Huang Ma fertilizer to cover the grassland "Clear Autumn", but it is only driven by the word "Go quickly". The image implies the graceful charm of a fine horse, and it is precisely "its direction is not empty, and it is really worth life and death, which makes ten thousand people run wild" (Du Fu's Fang Bing Cao Hu Ma). So the practice of words. It is also a success factor that cannot be ignored in the artistic expression of this poem.
2. You think the four most beautiful love poems are the furthest distance in the world, not the distance between life and death, but that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you; The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together; The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root, but cannot depend on each other in the wind; The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars face each other without intersecting tracks; The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye; The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it; The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea; Dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't fall in love in the sun.
To Oak: If I love you, I will never show off on your tall branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade. It is not only like a fountain that brings coolness and comfort for many years, but also like a dangerous peak that increases your height and sets off your prestige, even sunshine and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree, grasping the leaves underground and touching each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems like swords and halberds, and I have my red flowers like heavy sighs and heroic torches. We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt. We seem to be separated forever but we are dependent on each other. This is great love-not only your great body, but also your position. The first step of the land is "watching". You watch, or you can't see me. I am there, I don't care about you, or I don't care about my feelings. I don't come there, I don't love you, I don't increase my love, I don't lose you, or I don't give up my hand in your hand, come to my arms or let me live in your heart. Sleepy, dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past. How many people love you and worship your beauty, hypocrisy and sincerity when you were young? Only one person loves you, the pilgrim's soul loves you, and the painful wrinkles on your aging face hang down, whispering sadly that the burning stove on the mountain above your head has lost love. It walked around slowly, hiding its face among a group of stars. There are still many good things, for example, I like mountains without edges and corners. Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow in summer; 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!