When the wind comes here, it sticks to the thoughts of passers-by. When the rain comes here, it sticks to a line and haunts us. When I am still in the far north, I imagine Jiangnan, which is always full of deep poetry.
The imaginary Jiangnan is more beautiful and softer than the artistic conception of poems in Tang and Song Dynasties. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River, a swaying phoenix bamboo in the clear night, is a transparent and thin Yue Hui, which softens everything impetuous and sweet. When walking on the road, the whole body is covered in this sweetness, and people are quiet and gentle.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is fine and dense, like someone's sparkling eyes, shining with pure light, constantly flashing on your brow. The heart of a person who was originally safe and steady is not found anymore, or it is more stable and appropriate because of drunkenness. The first step is knocking on the green slate, listening to a kind of echo, and the poet is eager to meet the faint low voice of the lilac girl.
Both the desire to meet and the desire to be visited are subtly reserved in restrained poetry. Until a thousand miles away, the green flag, the green stone bridge and the pavilion boat are noisy, and the skirt songs are flying together and fragrant.
The south of the Yangtze River is swaying and tender, cultivated by my inexhaustible imagination and painstaking efforts, and it is flourishing day by day. When I first set foot on Shanghai in that bronze summer, it was in full bloom. After ten years, I like the glitz and indifference of this city, although I occasionally miss the blue land of my hometown, just like going in through a revolving door and then coming out, occasionally.
I deeply miss Shanghai in the 193s, the dazzling paradise, the sudden collapse of stars, the hell of war, and the sad displacement of a nation: just a short and beautiful decade. So miss, because understand; I like it because I don't understand it.
I once had a friend who studied fine arts. She said that she was most happy with the black and white world, only black and white. She felt lovely and happy. Those ten years were like black and white, broken and mixed, like a sculpture of time and a huge white marble.
The former intoxication has been firmly forgotten, and it is firmly attached to the sculpture in the ruins, covered by vines, unheard of at sunrise, unheard of at sunset, unheard of at the full moon, and unheard of. After waiting for several years, we will pay a quick visit, play carefully and lament. Countless biographies have laid out bookshelves for the stars in this jade, soothing the nostalgia of the nostalgic people and attracting more people to play with them.
The more shiny this jade is, the more subtle, round and intriguing. Half for feelings, half for this fleeting decade, and coming to Shanghai for this jade is like chasing a dream in a dream.
You can't close your eyes all night. Why are you obviously moved but not close to listening to the crying sound of the sea? It's never occurred to me that this green boat was the first time you approached here in Shanghai. It seems to give the dreams of strangers a new color, which is full of life power and inspiration from the earth.
and it, quietly, whether you visit or leave with gratitude, is just quiet, just like the green eye of a Persian cat, shining comfortably at the intersection of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. That green is full of eyes; We walked in it, swimming in the lake waves of its clear and warm eyes.
The hunters or fish in the city, after returning to nature, are all fish, swimming leisurely. Grassland after grassland, grassland in the south of the Yangtze River, hiding the underground fire, are huge and exquisite.
Just as the autumn season is ending, the leaves of ancient Ginkgo biloba leaves or other trees are ripe, just like the great compassion in the bottom of my heart. Riding the wind of the years, the long and rich curves slide and fall, and they are mixed among the vertical green grass, layer by layer. Whose heart is more compassionate and peaceful.
I hope that the beauty of colorful colors in this land, regardless of you and me, is because it doesn't separate each color. The snow cage in the north presses the earth, and the character of northerners is filled with domineering spirit that makes heaven and earth one color. The south is full of water, rivers, seas, rivers and lakes, which are flexible, tortuous, tactful and inclusive.
It is said that it is natural fresh water, commonly known as Sweet Water Lake, which covers the west side of oriental land, and it is eleven times as big as the West Lake. The lake is vast and wide, and when people stand here, they all look at the extreme, only to see the far sail floating for thousands of miles, with a little sugar and white, and their hearts are intellectual.
take off your coat, and the wind from the lake will blow on your face. It is said that there are all kinds of recreational activities on the lake, but it's a pity that I didn't find them when I first came here.
In fact, the lake is always thought to be a closed and profound image, like the deep and quiet Walden Lake chosen by Thoreau, which can bear the wind and rain, tolerate impurities, and attach beautiful ideas. Sometimes I think that the so-called choice, on the surface, is that one party chooses the other, but in fact, isn't it a mutual essential fit? Nietzsche and the dark blue sea, Van Gogh and the ripe yellow tragic wheat field, who can tell who chose who? How warm your eyes are when you care for me all my life, and tell me not to give up when I fall. It seems like a thick nylon rope, turquoise, and a strong net. Children in all kinds of costumes are climbing, falling, climbing, climbing down, and finally climbing out, which is called the brave road.
childlike innocence, I followed, climb. Up and down, between ups and downs, hands and feet dare not relax. At that time, I suddenly remembered a month before the college entrance examination, my father's singing, only one sentence: Hero Han, there is no hurdle to cross.
if you are rough and sing silently in your heart, you can scream like a Qin opera. People out of this tight encirclement, sweat also out, but also comfortable, legs are a little bit sour.
Looking back at this net, I think the realistic net will never be so strong. They are slender, careless, even colorless and tasteless, and even people who access the internet simply turn a blind eye and feel nothing.
It's also a nylon rope, holding plum blossom piles, making them look like small swings, arranged in a row, on which people shake slightly, forcing them to keep their balance. When I was a child, I ran wild in the fields. How can I get these artificial so-called challenges? Mountain, climb it, climb it and then come down; Wolf and dog, chase it. The farther you chase it, the farther you leave home, the hungrier you get.
At that time, there was more than a book called Old Things in the South of the City. In front is a maze of wisdom, surrounded by shrubs, with a schematic diagram at the entrance, like an earthworm crawling.
I want to see the earthworm first, the child behind me said, don't look, it won't die anyway, enter! These are the children in the city; The strength of rural children will not be so exposed. They are like water, weak and humble, forbearing, and their strength is deep in their hearts.
I was in the maze with. 2. What are the poems about the East?
The sunrise in the East seems to come from underground.
after a long day, I went to the sea again, and the Six Dragons lived in peace. "Going in and out of the day" (Li Bai) will go out to the east and shine on my threshold; Caress the rest of the horse and drive safely, and the night is bright and clear.
Nine Songs of the East (Qu Yuan) out of the east you visit me, with the rain of Baling still on your clothes. Ask the guest why, the guest said to cut down the trees to buy an axe.
how many romantic figures are there in on Meeting My Friend Feng Zhu in the Capital (Wei Yingwu)? After the fame of the thief, Wang Chen rose up and waved Huang Yue. The song is not finished, Oriental White.
"He Xinlang Reading History" (Mao Zedong) Castle Peak wants to hold half a day. The prince of Wu and Xi Shi's pleasure - seekers were slowly coming to an end.
the east is getting higher and higher. "Wuqiqu" (Li Bai) rode in the east for more than a thousand times, and her husband was at the top.
what's the use of knowing a husband? White horse from the colt; The hair is ponytail, and the horse's head is wrapped with gold; Lu Jian, a deer in the waist, can be worth more than ten million yuan. "Mo Shang Sang" (Han Anonymous) The East wants to know, and Mo Daojun goes early.
people who have traveled all over the castle peak are not old, and the scenery here is unique. "Qingpingle Huichang" (Mao Zedong) If you want to know the height of the mountain, you can't see the Oriental White.
"Dawn in the East Building" (Bai Juyi) drives a car to send a juren, but the East is still unknown. "Send a juren to the test early" (Bai Juyi) is slightly westerly and slightly oriental.
"To send a message to Cui Shaojian" (Bai Juyi) Nanshan is green and gloomy, and the oriental white is endless. The street is like running water, and the corner of the city is like a broken shore.
"He Wang Xiao" (Bai Juyi) once rode on a thousand horses in the East, and now it is as high as the horse's head. "Wandering in Luoxia at the First Arrival" (Bai Juyi) Wild flowers count several golden English.
Travel in the daytime, watch the sunset in the west, talk at night, talk at night and Oriental Ming. "Autumn and Zhang Bin" (Bai Juyi) is only a lonely sword in the past, and it is eight years in the past.
people are happy when they talk, and they travel around the east by car. "Pei Zhong Nostalgia" (Bao Rong) The eastern twilight sky is flat, and the dragons and pearls burn the moon.
People in the sea are surprised to see the underwater fire, and the treasures are scattered with Long Xing. A floating heart gives birth to rape overnight, and the moon dragon body looks at it several times.
The Pearl Picking Tour (Bao Rong) Bai Juyi (772 -846), born Lotte, also known as Xiangshan Jushi and Mr. Zuiyin, was born in Taiyuan, and moved to Xiaao when his great-grandfather arrived. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty.
Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, which was called "Yuan Bai" in the world, and was also called "Liu Bai" with Liu Yuxi. Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, various forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "Poet Magic" and "Poet King".
official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan.
Bai's Changqing Collection has been handed down from generation to generation, and the representative poems include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Xing and so on. Reference: http://so.gushiwen.org/. 3. The poem at the beginning of Dongzi should be graceful. The seven-word
is another cold night
and it snows again
Soft snowflakes bloom quietly in the evening breeze
Although it is cold
Although it is silent
, it is vaguely warm and tender
From my fingertips
to your heart
. See autumn in a hundred miles
The moon is dark and cold, and it's cloudy and snowy at night. Even after the night, I did not rest. As big as a goose feather, as dense as jade chips.
See the distant mountains in clear winter, and the snow is green
"is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is written by Cen Can, from his a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
in bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, all the protective iron clothes are still cold.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
when it snows three times in winter, farmers are happy for the New Year.
I'm tired of wheat, so I have to go to the barn.
when the cold weather fails to get up, the obedient boy sleeps astonishingly.
there are tourists coming from the clouds, and winter mushrooms are seen in the basket.
firewood is warm wine, while mandarin fish is cooked for cooking.
guests also love cups and bottles, and Sijun * * * drinks.
the mountain road is idle, and the season is very cold.
You can't invite each other in pain, but you can rest on your pillow when you are happy.
It's a thousand miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow.
Mochow doesn't have a bosom friend in the future. Who knows you in the world?
on a strange road, the north wind blows hard. Lonely journey, dare not take a break. In the wilderness of the earth, the grass rustles and the branches wither, and the fragrance disappears. Only the wheat fields are left, neatly arranged. It should be nine days for the snow to fly, and the Qionghua withers. Looking up at the mountains and rivers, wearing plain makeup, covered with a vast color, gradually thick, layered.
There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance coming.
the sound of wandering near the house in the cold river, the bamboo shadows near the window, and the bright moonlight
The snow pressed the winter clouds to fly, and the flowers were blooming for a while, and the cold current was rushing in the high sky, and the earth was slightly warmed.
Bai Juyi
has been stunned by the cold pillow, and the window is bright again.
I know the snow is heavy at night, and I can hear the sound of bamboo breaking.
at dusk, the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
the wind and rain send the spring home, and the flying snow welcomes the spring. It is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers.
It's daytime in Huang Yun, and the north wind is blowing geese and snow.
Mochow has no bosom friend before her, and everyone in the world knows you.
Seeing the distant mountains in clear winter, the snow is green and green.
A foot of snow comes outside the city at night, and a small charcoal cart grinds the ice.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
The heavy snow presses the pine, and the pine is straight and straight. You should know that pine is noble and noble until it melts.
I've been stunned by the cold in my pillow, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding.
a suggestion to my friend liu-Bai Juyi
there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove,
there's a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside?
There are several plums in the corner, and Ling2 han2 blooms alone.
I know from afar that it is not snow, so there is a fragrance.
Last year, nobody said anything today. What year do people ask tonight?
why do you worry so much in winter? One line flies and pulls the ocean edge. Flowers fall several times in spring, and Qiu Lai sounds in summer. ...
winter frost
The trees are yellow in the west on a cold day, and the frost is all over the world.
How can you float on the earth without wind? You can only know the coolness of the secular world when you bathe in snow. 4. Ask for the ancient poetry that begins with "Oriental Haocheng". Who can help you find it and want to represent an enterprise?
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2, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny;
3. After dusk, Dongli Bar wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves.
4. I feel that the business is full, and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
5. there was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.
6. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and all the loquat trees are golden.
7. time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
8. A bottle of wine from the east wind makes you homesick for the new year.
9. East, west, north, south, the Emperor's Pole, the sun, the moon and the stars play a triumphant song.
1. It's dark in the daytime, and it's raining in the east wind.
11. There is Qiming in the east and Chang Geng in the west.
12, the east is unclear, and the clothes are upside down. Clothes make trousers to make clothes, the public call me anxious.
the dress is upside down before the east. Overturning it, since the public order.
13. The sun lives in the moon, and the east rises.
14. Take care of everything, and the east wind shakes a hundred herbs.
15, the white rabbit, wandering around. Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as old.
16. Jieshi is in the east to see the sea. The sea is so broad and mighty, the island stands high on the sea.
17. Peach and plum grow in the east garden.
18, Dongfeng willow line is long, send Lang to the river beam.
19. Flying east to Shrike and flying west to swallow, Huang Gu met when she was weaving a girl.
2. The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.