Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Original text:
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. (one day flowering: flowering at night; Nannei Yizhou: Nanyuan)
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. (Lan Tong: column; Fluttering: floating)
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
2. "Song of Eternal Sorrow", choose two of the most emotional poems to appreciate, and tell the reasons for moving. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds will become one, and grow together on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
The catharsis of "emotion" has gone beyond the emotional entanglement between emperors and concubines, and is more of a poet's subjective ideal element, which has already gone beyond the scope of historical facts, showing the contradiction and conflict between subjective desire and objective reality. The last sentence "everlasting, everlasting; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will last forever "is a sigh and cry of love, which is a kind of lament. Love is spread by fate and destroyed by political ethics.". This hatred has transcended time and space and entered an infinite realm. In this way, the poet expressed eternal love with "everlasting regret", that is, pointed out the theme of the whole poem.
This poem also reminds me of a sentence written by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty: If you are lucky, you will be willing to join hands on the same day. I once promised to hold your hand and grow old with my son, but I left lingering regrets. Because of the constant contradiction and collision between subjective desire and objective reality, poetry vividly shows the psychology of the characters and the story is more moving.
3. A poem by the spring, choose an angle and write a composition. Autumn is a door, which is quietly opened by teacher Qiu when people are not paying attention.
Miss Qiu is a magician sent by heaven. Every season, she will show people her magical power. In order to show her magic, she changed the color of the earth in one breath: the fields turned golden, look! Golden ears of wheat dance with the wind, just like a golden ocean. The farmer's uncle wiped the sweat on his face and showed a happy smile. Ginkgo trees turn yellow, and yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, helping us drive away the summer heat! Red is given to the maple tree, look! The red maple leaves are like bright five-pointed stars. How lovely orange and red are! This is for the fruit trees. Oranges are covered with branches, like little golden suns. Apple blushed with joy, just like our smiling face. These delicious fruits make our mouths water.
I really want to thank Miss Qiu. She adds so many rich colors to autumn that I really want to keep her. Because as long as we keep her, we can keep this beautiful autumn picture! As long as we keep her, we can keep the happy smiling face of the peasant uncle. As long as we keep her, we can keep the happiness and satisfaction of these greedy cats.
Miss magic autumn, will you stop going?
4. Choose a famous sentence from Du Fu's "Three Fires for a New Official" to write a composition. She is looking at the moonlight in Fuzhou, watching it alone from the window of her bedroom.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. See Du Fu's Moonlit Night in Tang Dynasty.
F-zone: the zone is located in Jixian County, Shaanxi Province. Boudoir: Boudoir refers to the wife.
My wife, who is far away in Zhangzhou, must watch the moon alone in her boudoir tonight. Looking back at my inexperienced children, they still don't understand that their mother misses Chang 'an's father when she looks at the moon.
During the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu was captured by rebels and trapped in Chang 'an. He wrote this poem because he missed his wife in Zhangzhou on a moonlit night. It turned out that Du Fu cherished the moon and missed his wife. On the contrary, he said that his wife was worried about her situation and "looked at the moon alone" and "remembered Chang 'an".
The whole poem got rid of the immediate scenery and began to write from the opposite side. The poet's "looking at Chang 'an Moon alone and remembering Zhangzhou" is naturally among them. Naive children don't know how to share their worries for their mothers. Their "unresolved memories" just reflect the "memories" of their wives, highlighting the independence of "watching alone" and the "pity" of their children.
With unique thoughts and contrasting techniques, the poet implicitly expressed his deep thoughts and considerate care for his wife, which has become a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
See Du Fu's Memories of Brothers on a Moonlit Night in the Tang Dynasty for quotations from celebrities on the moon. The general idea of these two sentences is: although there are brothers, they are separated and live far apart; Home is gone, life and death are unpredictable, where to ask.
During the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu was displaced from place to place and had a hard time. ~ two sentences are not only the poet's own experience and feelings, but also a typical summary of people's common experience in the An Shi Rebellion. They write sad sad, easy to cause people's sympathy and * * *.
It can be used to express concern and yearning for family members in war and turmoil. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night. The main idea of these two sentences is: the whiteness of dew begins from the White Dew Festival tonight, and the brightest moon in the world should be the moon in my hometown.
During the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu went to Qin Zhou with his family, missing his younger brother and relatives in his hometown, and wrote this poem. There was no night and no white. Where is the unknown month? The world is a * * * one that makes no difference.
However, because the poet is in a foreign land and enters the dew from time to time, he has the deepest feeling about the season and climate, so he says that "dew makes the night white"; Because of wandering loneliness and gloomy mood, looking up at the moon in other places always feels not as bright as the moon in my hometown, so I say, "How bright is the moonlight at home!" " . Obviously, this is the poet's subjective emotion in the objective scenery. Due to psychological illusion and emotional paranoia, the poet came to an unscientific but artistic conclusion.
Whenever people who are far away from home are homesick, they will think of the sentence "How bright the moonlight is at home!" " , will arouse the heart rhythm and recognize its correctness. This famous saying is often quoted when writing homesickness and praising hometown.
Four more mountains spit on the moon, and the water is bright at night. Tang Du Fu's Moon.
In the dead of night, the moon rises from the top of the mountain, and the water reflected by the moonlight illuminates the balcony by the water. The night without the moon is dark. However, on the night of the fourth watch, the mountains spit out the moon, and suddenly the earth brightened, the running water was illuminated, and the balcony beside the water reflected more clearly in the moonlight.
The use of personification and causative syntax in poetry makes natural scenery have human consciousness and interest, and is full of dynamic beauty. The moonlight last night was soft, but in the beautiful silence, there was a faint sadness and loneliness.
We should pay attention to learning the poet's expression techniques and improve our landscape writing skills. Autumn is near in the sky, and the moon is clear on the ground.
Tang Du Fu's Moon. When autumn approaches in the world, the moonlight is particularly clear on the earth.
Autumn is crisp, so the autumn moon is the brightest. Throughout the ages, people especially appreciate the autumn moon, which is the reason. The poet imagines that there are spring, summer, autumn and winter in heaven, just like on earth, which is amazing.
These two sentences are suitable for describing the bright moon scenery in late summer and early autumn. There should be clearer light in the middle of the moon.
Excerpt from Tang Du Fu's One Hundred and Fifty Days and Nights on the Moon. But, Zhu Zhuo: Cut.
Gui: refers to the legendary osmanthus tree on the moon. If the laurel on the moon is cut down, then she should shed more pure light on the world.
The moonlight lit up the long night, and the laurel trees in the middle of the month caused many beautiful reverie in the world. But the poet has a strange idea from another angle. There is a shadow of osmanthus trees on the moon, which is a fly in the ointment after all.
This is a sigh and a novel idea, which shows the author's diligent pursuit of good things. It refutes all viewpoints and has certain philosophical significance.
Xin Qiji's sentence in "Taichang Yin": "Going to Guangxi is more human and brighter", which comes from Du Fu's famous sentence. These two poems can be extended to say that some things are beautiful, but they also have unsatisfactory shortcomings. If they are improved, they will be better.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is late in the river. Tang Du Fu's "Watching the Bridge Like a Moonlight Boat" is also presented as Li Sima.
Jiǒng: Far from it, here is a broad solution. The sky is cloudless, and the river is wide and the moon is late.
Both poems are about the night scenes in autumn, but there is no straightforward description, but the poems have a causal relationship: because the clouds are gone, people feel that the sky is particularly high; Due to the late arrival of Jiangyue, people feel that this river is particularly spacious in the desert. "The sky is high and the clouds are light" and "Jiang Tong" also show the scene of crisp autumn.
These make this poem not dull, but tortuous and chewy. Two sentences are about scenery, but they are not limited to scenery. In The Late Moon, there is also a feeling of eagerly waiting for the moon.
When writing poetry, we should avoid being prosaic. As for the specific writing, it is changeable and cannot be rigidly adhered to. Write the autumn night and the moon for reference.
It's just a short peach blossom that blooms at the water's edge and gently catkins some clothes. Three Poems by Tang Du Fu on December 1st (3).
Short: low. Point: jump, touch.
The main idea of these two sentences is: there are low peach trees on the river bank, and the peach blossoms are in contrast with the clear water; Catkin fluttered gently, and the clothes of pedestrians were scattered with stars. This poem was written by Du Fu in Yun 'an on December 1st, the first year of Yongtai (AD 765).
The poem is about spring scenery. It can be used to describe the scene of late spring.
5. Choose an ancient poem and write a short composition of 336 words. I hope it will help you: Don's "Leaving Thoughts": "Once the sea was difficult for water, it will always be amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. The meaning of the first two sentences: people who have experienced the extremely deep and wide sea will find it difficult to attract him by the water elsewhere; Except for the clouds steaming in Wushan, the clouds in other places are eclipsed.
In the original poem, the water in the sea and the clouds in Wushan are metaphors of the depth and depth of love. I have seen the sea and Wushan Mountain, but the water and clouds in other places are hard to see. No woman can make me emotional except the woman the poet loves. "It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water", but it is difficult for me to read this poem.
It stifles people's deep-rooted love of life and death. After crossing the sea, there is no water. What shall we do? People can't just sit on the waterless coast and wait for death.
Maybe there are two possibilities. Either continue to immerse yourself in the ocean of memory, salvage the pearls of the past, salvage the sinking starlight and moonlight, until the sea of the past years gradually drowns itself.
Or dig deep wells on the living shore again and water the living desert with new water sources. Perhaps, the reflection of the well water will remind him of the days and nights that were collected by the sea? In this way, the water of life can continue. In memory, waves overlap and reflections overlap, which makes life complicated and dense.
The experience of love is like this. Are other experiences in life the same? After reading a very touching book, you really don't want to read those frivolous books without soul. Climbing the five mountains to enjoy the scenery, my heart is full of strange peaks and valleys. Do you want to see those commercial mountains that have been trampled by everyone's shoes, which are not wild and not aura? ..... love, reading, range rover, communication ... will all have similar experiences.
The sea is too vast, too deep and too bitter; The sea is almost infinite ",which is the extreme state of life and emotion. So most people have never been to the sea, let alone reached the depths of the sea.
At best, I just imagined the sea from a distance: it may be very big and deep. Or stand by and look at the sea: it's really big and deep. Or pick up some shells on the beach at low tide.
I have never really experienced the sea, so I am not picky about water: salt water is water, fresh water is water, deep water is water, shallow water is water, clear water is water, turbid water is water.
6. The story described in the poem Eternal Sorrow is very good, similar to folklore.
First of all, I said that Tang Xuanzong was lewd, and he wanted to find beautiful women every day. Later, I heard that the Yang family had a beautiful daughter and went to the palace.
Yang Yuhuan is so beautiful that all the beauties in the Sixth Palace have lost their colors, and the emperor dotes on her alone. Spoil and give her a chance to take a bath in Huaqing Pool (Huaqing Pool is a special place for emperors to take a bath).
The two lived together day and night, and Tang Xuanzong even went on strike for her for many days. To express their feelings, all her relatives were made officials and knights.
Shine heavily on Yang's door. Because of this, parents all over the world have changed their minds, and they don't want to have boys anymore. They all want a daughter, to be loved by the emperor and enjoy great kindness.
The majestic Mount Li Palace soars into the sky, and the wonderful Yue Xian in the palace is intoxicated with the wind. Light singing and dancing, with the rhythm of silk and bamboo stretching, happy and colorful day after day.
Even so, the king still feels that he can't enjoy himself, but he still has to find a way to add icing on the cake. The drums of Yuyang rebellion are earth-shattering, and Cai Yu's dance steps in the palace are interrupted by ShaSheng.
The smoke of war filled the Jade Palace in Gong Qiong, and there was no way out in a hurry, so I had to flee for my life with my guards and imperial concubine. The dragon flag flutters and stops, and the west gate of Beijing has just walked a hundred miles.
The soldiers refused to go any further and demanded that the criminals be punished. Poor and beautiful imperial concubine, was given to die at the foot of Mawei slope.
Expensive buds were thrown on the ground and nobody looked at them, and exquisite jade finches and scratches were not taken in. The king looked at all this and could only cover his face, but it was irreparable. He couldn't stop the long string of blood and tears (he left miserably and didn't want to leave, so he immediately turned back to the west step by step).
The cold wind swept the dust bleak and sad, and the road in Shuzhong climbed the sword door straight into the clouds. Where can I see pedestrians under Mount Emei? The dim flag was stained with the brilliance of the sun.
Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu. Seeing the moonlight in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the bell in the rain at night is like the sound of heartbroken.
After driving away the anti-thief emperor, he returned to Beijing from Chengdu and came to Mawei City, weeping bitterly. I can't survive, Mrs. Ma. I can't see your face and figure in the mud.
Only the place where you died tragically seems empty and silent. The monarch and his subjects looked at each other, all in tears, kicking hooves and heading for the east gate.
When I came back, I saw that the microwave in the old pond was still there, and the lotus in Taiyetang was lined with willow color. Willow leaves, you are like the eyebrow of a noble princess; Lotus, you are like the face of the imperial concubine.
In the face of all this, why don't people cry like rain, break off, break off, tears soaked through layers of clothes. It's the season of spring breeze, peach blossom and plum blossom, and it's the time when the plane leaves fall in the cold autumn rain.
The south of Xigong University is covered with desolate and decaying grass, and people leave the building empty, leaving no one to clean the dead leaves. Yellow leaves piled up on the steps.
All the children in the pear garden have grown new hair. Most of the beautiful ladies-in-waiting gradually lost their beauty, and the gloomy dusk brought a little firefly.
I have to sleep for a long time after connecting the wick. It was a long night. When can I walk away quickly in the slow drum? The long galaxy, when can we usher in a worry-free tomorrow in the bright morning light?
Look at the cold mandarin duck tile covered with frost. Who can I sleep with this jade quilt? The cold air in the palace filled the other side of the quilt. I was still alive for many years after you went where you were going.
I miss you. Why didn't your soul meet me in my dream? Why? Why can't you reunite with me? Lin Qiong has a Taoist living in the capital. It is said that he can sincerely recruit the dead soul into the dreams of the living. He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine.
He accepted the emperor's orders, did not dare to neglect, searched diligently and heard the wind from all directions. Ride the wind and waves to sweep away the dark clouds at lightning speed and look deep underground.
I searched heaven and grave, but I couldn't find a trace twice, and I couldn't find the king's favorite princess anywhere. I suddenly heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and that fairy mountain is illusory.
Exquisite pavilions with cornices and arches are surrounded by colorful clouds. There lived a group of fairies, each gentle and beautiful.
There was a man named Taizhen, whose flower-like appearance was like a delicate optical fiber in the palace. The Taoist priest came to the west of Jinque, knocked on the gate of the jade carving and called softly.
The lady told Tae-jin about the situation outside the hospital, saying that a Taoist priest asked for an interview. It is said that he is an emissary sent by the son of heaven of the Han family. Such an excited soul has been under Jiuhua's account for a long time.
Put on clothes, push the pillow out of bed, open the screen one by one and put down the bead curtain. Half-combed with clouds, I just woke up and came down from the altar without dressing up, with a wreath askew.
Gentle fairy wind blows sleeves and flutters slightly, just like the dance of a dress and a feather. Lonely face with tears, like pear flowers, suffered from wind and rain bullying.
She thanked the king for his infinite love. I haven't seen him since I broke up with him. It's sad to think of it. Today, we broke off a deep love affair in Zhaoyang Hall, and I can only spend my life in Penglai Palace.
Looking back, overlooking the distant world below, I can't see Chang 'an's face, only dust and fog. Only by taking out the tokens of the year to prove each other can Baodian and Chai Jin be sent back to the king.
One for the gold hairpin, half for the cymbal box, gold for the gold hairpin, and precious cymbals for the cymbal box. I hope our loving hearts are as loyal and hard as Huang Jinbao's.
Even if the heaven and the earth are far away, there will be a day when people will meet each other. The Taoist priest is going back to earth. Please take a message for me to let the king know that my heart has not changed.
Only the two of us know about it. What I said at that time has been coiled in my ear. It was on the seventh day of July that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the sky met in the Milky Way.
There was silence in Chang 'an Hall. We deeply loved each other and sincerely swore: Born in the sky, we would like to be a sentient bird flying with me; We are willing to be two tree poles that grow side by side when landing. God, how tall are you? Earth, how far are you? The sky is far away, and there will always be an end.
Only our resentment, bitter and hateful. Higher than the sky, farther than the ground, endless complaints every year.
It is too long. The front is original and the back is written by adults. Oh, good, for your reference.