1. Poetry that blends scenes
The solitary sail is far away in the clear blue sky, only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky
You are nowhere to be seen on the winding mountain road, and the horses are left behind in the sky above the snow. Place
1. You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. The young man left home and returned home, his local pronunciation unchanged and his hair on his temples fading.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang: "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")
3. The sound of the book outside the Ling Dynasty ends, and the winter returns to the beginning of spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
6. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Quiet Night Thoughts")
7. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang")
9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night") 2. What are the poems describing "fusion"
1. "Birdsong Stream"
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
2. "Drinking"
(Eastern Jin Dynasty) Tao Yuanming
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence,
Seeing Nanshan leisurely.
The mountain air is getting better day by day,
The birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this,
I have forgotten what I wanted to say.
3. "Yu Gezi"
(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are filled with mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.
It embodies another kind of harmony between the fisherman and nature.
4. "Water Dragon Song"
Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
It looks like a flower but not like a flower, and no one wants to teach. Leave home and think about it. However, it is ruthless and thoughtful. It lingers in the soft intestines and sleeps in the delicate eyes, which want to open or close. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, and is still called by the warbler.
I don't hate that this flower has flown away. Hate the West Garden, it is difficult to decorate the fallen red. The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pond of broken apples. Three parts of spring, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. If you look closely, they are not poplar flowers, but the dots are tears of separation.
5. "Three Poems on the Difficult Journey"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
When you are free to fish on the Bixi River, you will suddenly take a boat and dream of the sun.
The journey is difficult, but the journey is difficult. Difficult and divergent roads, now I am at peace.
6. There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will be hung directly to help the sea. 3. What are the poems that blend scenes?
"Lu Chai" 》Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.
The shadow returns into the deep forest and shines again on the moss.
"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran< /p>
I don’t know how to wake up when I sleep in spring, I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night, I know how many flowers have fallen.
"Birdsong Stream" Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring sky.
The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
"Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei
< p> Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.People in the deep forest don’t know, but the bright moon comes to shine.
"Su Jian Dejiang" Meng Haoran
Move The boat is parked in Yanzhu, and the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
"In the Mountains" Wang Wei
Jingxi Baishi It's cold and the red leaves are sparse.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and people's clothes are wet in the sky.
"Mountain Residence in Autumn" Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountain , the weather is late for autumn.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow up.
The bamboos are noisy and return to the Huannu, and the lotus leaves are moving on the fishing boat.
Feel free to rest in the spring fragrance. , Wang and Sun can stay here.
"Passing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran
The old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
The green trees border the village and the green mountains Guo Waixie.
Open the garden and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to drink chrysanthemums.
"Drinking" Tao Yuanming
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.
I asked you how you can do it, but your mind is far away.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence , leisurely seeing Nanshan.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to say it. 4. What are the classical poems that blend scenes?
Three different types of scene blending: The first is the style of hiding feelings in the scenery. Although there is no romance, the feelings hidden in the scenery often appear to be deeply affectionate, such as Li Bai's "Send Off to Meng Haoran in Guangling": The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks were under the Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail was gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River could be seen in the sky. The second type is to see the scene in love. This way of creating artistic conception is often to express one's feelings directly. For example, Chen Zi'ang "Dengyouzhou Taige": The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen after. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone with sadness. The third type is the scene-by-scene style. It is a combination of the above two methods, and the lyricism and scene description are achieved. The degree of complete integration. For example, Du Fu's "I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei": Outside the sword, it was suddenly heard that Ji (jì) was coming to the north. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears. But I saw where my wife was worried. She filled the book with poetry and was wild with joy. She sang during the day. You must indulge in drinking and return home with youth as your companion. That is, pass through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang. 5. Everyone exchanges poems that promote each other
The two drink together, one cup after another.
I am drunk and want to sleep, please go away. I will bring Qin to you tomorrow morning.
Let’s start with a childhood memory:
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me
It’s harder to sleep in the middle of the night because of lovesickness, and the wind blows from the west Xuan. We meet by chance in the wilderness, and our hearts go to the sky early.
Smelling the fragrance and frowning, it is a lingering season.
If you want to lead the jade rabbit to Guanghan, don’t forget to play the piano. A red lotus blooms by the Tianchi, and in this life, I am nostalgic for the clouds and smoke.
A tired face, sad to leave and regretful, my soul is broken and speechless
The sky is low and the moon is hard to sleep at night, the crane is thin and exhausted. Chaoyang whispers in my ears, drunken lovesickness, pink tears dripping from my shirt.
The weak and delicate girl flutters her cloud sleeves and is full of love.
The misty rain gathers the green smoke, and the dream wanders away from Guanghan. The tenderness of the silver zither is played thousands of miles away, the midnight song is played, and the jade rabbit plays it lightly.
A few green leaves are falling with the wind, and the cuckoo is singing in the palace palace.
The spring scenery of Jinling is full of fragrance, and the cold rain dances on the west window. My heart is full of lingering worries, and I don’t want to hear anymore. Jiaoyu Palace Shang.
The glory and wealth have disappeared, but the old days are still remembered.
The orchid boat boat breaks people's hearts, and where is the cloud on the temples? And let your thoughts fly to the catkins, and in the end, there will be a wisp of cold fragrance.
The sycamore tree is sad, the willow silk is full of resentment, and the slanting moon shines on the Chinese mourning.
Acacia accompanies me in the mountains, and the willows on the shore dance in the wind and smoke.
Listening to the jade pipe blowing Xiang's tears, complaining about the old age, it is difficult to hold a thread.
The fermented grains invite Qin Yue, and the incense is drunk alone, leaving a sleepless night.
Climb up the waterside pavilion to the balcony and drink to your heart's content.
The east wind sends you thousands of miles away, and after crossing thousands of mountains, the wild geese return.
A few volumes of separation sorrow, a few traces of fatigue, suddenly turned into dust
However, it is difficult to sleep in sorrow for a long night, and it is difficult to get drunk with strong wine.
The tide of the heart is stronger than the water of the river, flowing unstoppably.
A touch of feeling, a touch of feeling, twisted into six strings
That man was drunk in Guanghan, and his tears were flicked.
The golden wind and jade dew urge the flowers to grow old, falling on the lonely string, and the wind and smoke in the desert.
How much lovesickness and dream of being a guest in bed are all unspeakable
The lines of prose continue the beautiful chapter, the guest is in a foreign land.
Staring at the cold moonlit sky, I can’t complain enough about the vicissitudes of the world.
Welcoming spring and sending off autumn, blowing away the wind and soaking in the rain, it is hard to find the young maniac 6. Analyze this poem from the perspective of the integration of emotion and scenery. The Book of Songs·Jiang Jia Jia Cang Cang, Bai Lu
"Jian Jia" is a poem that blends scenes and scenes, and there are paintings in the poem. The first two sentences of each chapter of this poem are inspired by the autumn scenery, which leads to the main text. In many poems in "The Book of Songs", there is no inherent connection between the poem's rise and the following. But The origin of this poem is closely related to the main text and is an organic part of the whole article. It not only highlights the season and environment, but also exaggerates the desolate atmosphere of the frosty morning and highlights the character's melancholy mood. Therefore, it achieves It embodies the artistic realm of blending emotions with scenery and blending scenes. The green reeds and heavy frost and dew described in this poem, as well as the shore roads, sandbanks in the water, and the lingering beauty looking through the autumn water... all seem to be composed of dots and lines. It is a criss-crossing, vast, confusing, and colorful picture that makes people think and admire it endlessly. No wonder Shen Deqian praised it in "Speaking of Poetry" and said: "It is desolate and desolate, and you can turn away when you want to. In the famous painting book, you can't come." ." Secondly, the poem "Jian Jia" combines movement and stillness, and the description is vivid. The scenery in the poem, such as Jian Jia, frost and dew, autumn water, trails, meadows, etc., are all static portrayals. And the singer is looking up and down in search of her lover; The beautiful woman disappears and appears suddenly, and the desire turns away; this is all a dynamic description. Such a combination of stillness and movement, the combination of movement and stillness, makes this painting leave a more vivid and vivid impression on people. When describing the characters, The writer of the song ignores "the road is long and long", "the road is long and narrow" and "the road is right". In short, he wants to break through the obstacles and seek the sweetheart. Therefore, he is both "traveling back" and "traveling back", twice. She refused to give up three times. Her infatuation and eagerness to see her are already visible in words. When writing about her, he said "in the water" at the top and "wanzai" at the bottom. His hazy, elusive image is even more It is conceivable. Especially the word "Wan" is more expressive and romantic. It makes people imagine that the girl may have really come to the waterside or the island. Or the so-called "Yiren" may just be the singer. It's just an illusion produced by longing too deeply and seeking too quickly. 7. Poetry that blends scenes
The shadow of the lone sail is far away in the clear blue sky, only the Yangtze River is visible in the sky
You are nowhere to be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow
1. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. The young man left home and returned home, his local pronunciation unchanged and his hair on his temples fading.
Children don’t recognize each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. (He Zhizhang: "Returning to Hometown Occasionally")
3. The sound of the book outside the Ling Dynasty ends, and the winter returns to the beginning of spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River")
4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "People miss home every day")
6. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Quiet Night Thoughts")
7. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")
8. It has been ten years since the guest house was in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Lvci Shuofang")
9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended.
(Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")