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Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
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After parting, I vaguely came to Xie Jia in my dream and wandered under the small cloister.
When I woke up, I saw the affectionate moon in front of the court, still shining away from people.
Distinguish and appreciate
Poetry begins with telling a dream. "Xie Jia" refers to a woman's home, and Xie Daowen, a talented woman in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, borrowed her name. Probably the poet once lived in a woman's house, or had seen it in her house. The winding cloister was originally an ancient place to visit or have sex. Therefore, after the poet entered the dream, he felt that he was drifting towards her home. The environment here is so familiar: the courtyard is surrounded by cloisters, where they once talked about their hearts; As usual, I still seem to have the handwriting I touched, but the corridor in front of me is still the same, and I can't see the person who thinks alone. His dream spirit lingers in the cloister, languishing, and he lingers in disappointment, recalling until he doesn't even know how to get out of this embarrassing dream. Cui Hu's poem "South Village of Capital" says: "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze." Zhou Bangyan's "Yulouchun" words: "At that time, I was waiting for the Chilan Bridge. Today, I am looking for Huangye Road alone." Attachment to things that have changed is equally touching. The sentence "Don't dream" is expressed in a dream, so needless to say, we have traveled in the past, enjoyed it in the past, and missed each other. It is difficult to find the person we love in the dream, and the feeling of melancholy is doubly embarrassing.
I can't find anyone anymore. The author asked: So, what's left? At this time, a bright moon just sprinkled it in the garden, and the falling flowers on the ground reflected a bleak color. The flowers have fallen, but the bright moon that once shone on the branches of Fang Fei still shines so enthusiastically. It seems that the love forged by a couple here has not been forgotten. These last two poems are what the poet wants to tell her.
Further Reading: A Brief Introduction to Zhang Bi
Zhang Bi, Zi Zicheng, an important writer in the late Tang Dynasty, was born and died in the same year as Han Wo (842-9 14). Zhang Bi had no contact with Zhang Tuo in the Li Houzhu era in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Zhang Bi was born in Biyang, Nanyang County and was a scholar in the late Tang Dynasty. Zhang Bi has 28 songs and 19 poems. There are two novels, namely "The Biography of Wei 'an Road" and "The Story of Decorating a Building". His famous sentence "Send away" was selected into 300 Tang poems, and the famous sentence "Huanxisha" (chasing cars in the evening) was translated into vernacular by Mr. Lu Xun and named "Nailing the Tip of the Tang Dynasty" (included in "Two Hearts Collection"). The famous novel Biography of Wei 'an Daoism, also known as Biography of Mrs. Houtu, was collected by Chen Han in the late Tang Dynasty and widely circulated in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties. Before and after the death of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Bi mainly lived in Huxianggui, which was ruled by Ma Yin, and together with the author of Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, I Ching promoted the literary prosperity of Wu 'an Army (Huxianggui area). After the demise of the Tang Dynasty, it is most likely that Ma Chu laid down his life, which does not rule out the early demise of Shu. Zhang Qian once stayed in Chang 'an for a long time, and stayed in Chengdu and frontier fortress for a short time. Like most poets in the late Tang Dynasty, such as Luo Yin, Wei Zhuang, Zheng Gu and Niu Qiao, he stayed in Chang 'an as the top scholar, wandering around and delivering food to governors.
Most of his poems and novels were written in the late Tang Dynasty, especially describing the scenery around Hunan, Guangxi and Hunan. His lyrics are mostly erotic, and his style is between Wen and Wei Zhuang, preferring Wei Zhuang. Carefully crafted words, clever composition, delicate description and fluent language.
Extended reading: Zhang Bi's poems
Flower lover
The butterfly is scattered, and Yinger is still singing a few branches, and the oblique wind will definitely be more detached.
I remember sad things after reading too much, when Jingulou was in front of the Committee.
Send two people.
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Cold and sentimental, but don't hate life in spring.
Leaning against the bar, disappointed, a dream of spring is unknown.
On the edge
Guard the building, blow the horn and win glory, and hunt the cold night wind. Thousands of miles of smoke are endless,
A stream of autumn grass hates endless. The mountains and rivers are terrible, the city is closed, the people are depressed and the city is empty.
It's just that I didn't get caught in this trip, and it's more worthwhile to look back at the sunset.
Morning tour in the middle section of Chang 'an Street
As soon as the guest leaves the lonely pavilion, the prison falls to the Milky Way. Chickens sing the moon in the valley,
Yanming is a new smoke in Baling. Floating life realized Zhuang Zhoudie, but his ambition still lost Zu Ti's whip.
What happened? This is a difficult time.
Dongting windproof
The majestic scenery of the empty river is bleak and full of fishing boats. The grass is high and the waves are high.
The green poplar spewed out a puff of smoke. Too much affection hurts the eyes of spring and there is no money to buy drinks.
There are also a group of fishermen living at home, and the village is not setting.
Travel to Guizhou in spring
Warm wind and fragrant grass are full of cotton, and teenagers are sick and worried. Weak willows are not as good as cold food and rain,
Good flowers compete for the sunset. Looking for pictures by the stream, warblers on the edge of the forest sound like orchestral music.
It is better to cry than to die of a glass of wine.
Late xiangyuan county
The smoky country smells the chicken until late, and the boat is calm and the waves are big. Myrica rubra ripens in high forest belt,
The winding shore cage clouds thank the leopard for crying. The Ernv Temple is barren and the trees are old, and Jiuyi Mountain is blue and bright.
Since ancient times, there have been many grievances in southern Hunan, and it is easy to grieve without moving or lamenting. owner
melancholy
The autumn wind leaves the deserted city, and the miserable clouds cover the sun and half the light. Daydreaming is melancholy,
Most of the thoughts in the evening are parting. Jiang Yan's crayons are empty, hateful, and love is too strong.
The eternal hatred of the soul can't be sold, and a cold spring will be flat.
Go to Dongting in autumn.
At the beginning of sailing, the wine hangs at the beginning, and the twilight scene is unbearable. Thousands of miles in the evening, dreaming of the north,
There is a frost-orange cave in the south. The stream wind sends rain through the autumn temple, and the stone dragon falls into the night pool.
Don't hang your soul in the air, nine doubts and nine worries will never lock the smoke.
Jacquard rock temple wooden tower
The sixth street in Qiu Guang is sunny and moving, and the rain hurts people only because of its height. There is a song of evening smoke floating on the Weihe River.
Half-bridge slanting sunshine Xianyang. Not worrying about the world does not mean that Yunshan recognizes his hometown.
Looking back at the twilight of the Han Palace, several bells and drums are faint.
Travel through old times
High back, lilacs like a dream, flowing water gurgling.
I don't know where the clouds and rain went, but there are twelve mountains in the air.