A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.
Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow. 2, "Jueju" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's two orioles sang green willows, and a line of egrets went to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships, two orioles sing tactfully among the green willows, and a group of neat egrets fly into the blue sky.
Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door. 3, "Xue Mei No.1" Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo and Xue Mei refused to fall into the spring, and the poet stopped writing and commenting on the chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up.
It is difficult for poets to write critical articles. To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.
4. "The Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow" Tang Dynasty: In the sunset, Liu Changqing overlooks Cangshan Mountain, and it is cold and white. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Twilight is boundless, and I feel the mountain road is far away. It's freezing in the cold, and I feel very poor to stay in someone else's house.
Suddenly, I heard a dog barking in Chai Men. It should be the owner's snowy night. 5, "Night Snow" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi has been shocked and cold, and the window is bright.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow.
I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.
2. Words to describe the artistic conception of poetry Some common images in ancient poetry mainly include: 1, tree: the height of a tree: the ups and downs of career and life or the smoothness of yellow leaves: the beauty of withering, maturing and dying, the metabolism of green leaves: vitality, hope, vitality, bamboo: upright and positive willows: farewell, nostalgia, sadness, beautiful folding willows in spring: yes.
After the implication, there is a meaning of farewell and nostalgia. "Liu": Mourning the feeling of parting: it can trigger the past like smoke, and is often used to express the feeling of rise and fall.
Red leaves: it is called the thing that conveys feelings, and later refers to poetry to convey feelings. Pine and cypress: firm, proud, strong and loose vitality: pine is a model to fight frost and snow, and naturally it is the object of praise.
Li Bai's "Book for Huang Shang": "I hope you are loose, but be careful not to be peaches and plums." Wei always flatters powerful people, and Li Bai writes poems to persuade him to be an upright person.
During the Three Kingdoms period, Serina Liu gave it to my brother: "If you don't suffer from cold, pine and cypress are sexual." The poet used this sentence to encourage his cousin to be as loyal as a pine and cypress, and to maintain a noble quality under any circumstances.
Indus River: The Indus River is a symbol of desolation, bitterness and sadness. For example, Wang Changling's Poem of Long Letters in Autumn says, "The phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow with autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not frost at night.
Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. "This is about a girl who has been deprived of youth, freedom and happiness. In a desolate and lonely palace, she was alone, lying listening to the palace leak.
The first sentence of the poem begins with a phoenix tree with yellow leaves by the well, which sets off a bleak and cold atmosphere. Ren Yuan Xu Zaisi "Double Narcissus? Rain at night: "A sound of Ye Qiu, a little banana and a little sorrow, and a dream after three nights. "
Use buttonwood leaves to fall, rain to hit banana, and write down all your worries. Others, such as "One leaf makes a sound, and the empty steps drip to the light" (Tang Wen and Ting Yun's "More Leaky"), "The phoenix tree is raining even more until dusk" (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") and so on.
2, flowers: flowers: hope, youth, brilliant flowers in life: withering, setbacks, life, career setbacks, cherish spring, miss beautiful things, nostalgia. Peach blossom: a symbol of beauty: orchid: noble peony: wealth, beautiful grass: exuberant vitality, endless life, hope, desolation, remoteness, hatred, humble status and position: sadness from millet (the prosperity of the country is at present, but it is declining in the past), three friends (pine, bamboo and plum) and chrysanthemum symbolize people's noble character: red beans, that is, acacia beans.
From Wang Wei's poem "Acacia": "When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches, and I advise you to collect more as a symbol of our love." The poet expressed his affection for his friends through red beans born in the south.
Chrysanthemum: Quiet, noble and refined chrysanthemum: Although chrysanthemum can't be compared with peony or orchid, as the flower of Ao Shuang, it has always been favored by literati. Some people praise its strong character, while others appreciate its lofty temperament. Qu Yuan's Lisao: "Drinking Mulan Dew in the morning and eating Qiuju in the evening are not beautiful."
The poet symbolizes his noble character by drinking dew and eating flowers. Tang Yuanzhen's Chrysanthemum: "Autumn bushes are like Taoist priests, and the more they surround, the more inclined they are.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. "Expressed the poet's pursuit of loyalty and noble character.
Other poems, such as "I'd rather hold incense on the branches and die than blow it into flowers" (Cold Chrysanthemum by Zheng Songxiaosi), "Dew in the Lonely East, Sand shines before the gold" (Two Chrysanthemums after Chongyang by Song Fan Chengda), all use chrysanthemums to express the poet's spiritual quality, and the chrysanthemums here undoubtedly become a portrayal of the poet's personality. May: Aoxue is strong and indomitable in the face of adversity. Plum blossoms are the first to bloom in the cold, and then it leads to the fragrance of blooming flowers. Therefore, plum blossoms, like chrysanthemums, have always been admired and praised by poets.
"Plum Blossom" by Chen Liang, a poet in the Song Dynasty: "A flower changes suddenly first, and ten thousand flowers are fragrant later." The poet grasped the characteristic that plum blossoms are the first to bloom, and wrote the quality of being the first in the world and not afraid of setbacks. This is not only Yongmei, but also praising himself.
Wang Anshi's plum blossom: "It's not snow when you know it from afar, because it has a delicate fragrance." The poem not only describes the reasons why plum blossoms are scattered by the wind, but also implicitly shows the purity and whiteness of plum blossoms, which has received the artistic effect of good fragrance and lewdness.
Lu You's famous sentence "Yongmei": "Scattered into mud, crushed into dust, only fragrance remains." Plum blossom is used to describe a person's unfortunate experience of being destroyed and his noble sentiment of not wanting to go with the flow.
"Mo Mei" by Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty: "Don't boast of its lewdness, just leave the air fresh and dry." It is also the plum blossom that shows that it is unwilling to go with the flow, shallow and profound.
Lotus: Because "lotus" and "cherish" are homonyms, there are many poems about lotus in ancient poetry to express love. For example, "Xizhou Qu" by Yuefu in the Southern Dynasties: "Lotus is picked in autumn in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the lotus is over the head; Bow your head to get lotus seeds, which are as green as water. "
"Lotus seed" means "Reiko Kobayakawa" and "green" means "clear". There are both real and imaginary here, which means pun. The rhetorical device of homophonic pun is used to express a woman's deep yearning for the man she loves and the purity of love.
Thirty-five songs in Jin's "Forty-two Midnight Songs": "The fog reveals the lotus, but the lotus is unclear." The dew in the fog hides the true face of the lotus, but the lotus leaf is not very clear. This is also a way of homophonic pun, writing about a woman who vaguely feels that the man loves her.
Compare the maturity of plum to a girl's desire for love, such as "looking back by the door, but smelling plum fragrance" (Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lip"). Lilac refers to melancholy or complex, such as "I have been worried about seeing lilac knots since Nanpu Bie" (Thanksgiving by Tang Niuqiao) 3. Animal apes: sadness, screaming, Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain, apes whimpering in the high wind, Red Pigeon:: Ideal, Pursuing Fish: Freedom, Comfort Eagle: fortitude, freedom, life fighting, career.
Later, literati used "blowing" and "blowing thinking" to describe homesickness. Double carp: refers to letters.
Han Yuefu's poem "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes" said: "Guests come from afar and leave me a pair of carp. Hu Er cooks carp with books in it. "
Later, I wrote a distant letter with double carp. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie: The language comes from Zhuangzi? The theory of everything: "Qianzhuang Zhou Meng is a Hu (butterfly), a lifelike Hu (butterfly).
I don't know what day it is. If you suddenly feel it, you will suddenly feel it.
I wonder if Zhou Zhimeng is a fool.
3. Recommend ancient poems/words with beautiful artistic conception. Zhang Xuruo Tang Chunjiang spends a moonlit night on the Chunjiang River, the spring tide is there, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. (This is my favorite poem) Is it raining all the way from Wei to Chu? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing.
The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain.
Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river. Yan-Partridge Tian Cai Sleeves diligently hold the jade clock, but got drunk while spelling.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
The meeting in Su Shi's Water Tunes with a Bright Moon is probably a dream. I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
The following are all Li Yu's words (I like his words too). Butterfly lovers takes a leisurely walk in the pavilion at night. At first glance, it is clear that it is gradually hurting the spring dusk; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow.
You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream.
Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half.
The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true.
The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body.
The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship. After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night.
The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber. In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless.
A strong flute woke up graceful. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently.
But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. Cui Tu's "Spring Festival Evening" is ruthless, sending the east wind to the process of spring.
Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? Laoshan, whose poems are anonymous, is not keeping in good health. He spent his late spring in Chang 'an. I wonder who this beautiful night belongs to. The following is Liu Yong's poem "Basheng Ganzhou", which sprinkled drizzle and dusk drizzle on the river and washed the autumn.
The frost and wind are sad and the river is cold. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.
Sigh for years, why stay. I want to see the beauty salon [remaining pages]. I missed it several times, and God knows how to get back to the boat.
Eager to know me, lean on the dry place. Linjiang Xianmeng Courtyard, cold wind and drizzle.
Outside the window, autumn leaves fall wildly. My heart is shaking.
Nai cold leaks forever, lonely and sad, tears and candles burn empty. For no reason, it's just an embroidered pillow and a leisurely night.
Depression. Love is hate, try to be young and tolerant.
Chueh-hsin came here haggard with an old weather vane. The soul disappeared.
Thinking about pleasure, smoke and waves hinder, Fang Yuan. It's boring to ask how to live a taboo life after 18 years old.
Charm makes a ship sail briskly Temporarily moored on the south bank of the Chu River.
Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment. The water is wide, the geese are flat, and the dance is scattered.
Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition. The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow.
Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here. It's too late to feel tired.
Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes. Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion.
The grass is wide and the afterglow is full. There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away.
Nalanxingde Sauvignon Blanc Mountain Tour, Water Tour, Journey to the other side of the customs, watching thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Thousands of willows in Huanxi sand send horseshoes, and geese fly from north to south. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes? At the end of my life, I returned to the sunset, and I dreamed of it in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time.
Touch the yard with crimson lips, it's cool, and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.
Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.
Partridge day far away, hate Ying Ying pretend to be ashamed, stretched out his hand and slapped MeiRui shoulder. Want to leave, hate to find lang said.
4. What words are used to describe the artistic conception of ancient poetry? They are quiet and leisurely, gorgeous, fresh and natural, quiet and quiet, magnificent and magnificent, bright and spacious, passionate, silent and solemn, subtle and clear, quiet and deep, vigorous and open, magnificent and magnificent, magnificent and lofty, boundless, broad and novel, profound and strange, hazy and distant, ethereal and lofty, ethereal and confused, desolate and tragic. Lonely, cold, etc. 1, artistic conception refers to the mood and realm expressed in literary and artistic works or natural scenery. Zhu Chengjue's Poem of Storing Jade Hall in the Ming Dynasty: "The beauty of writing poetry lies in the harmony of artistic conception, and besides sound, it is the true taste." Yu Yue's Essays on Spring Scenery in the Qing Palace, Volume II: "Yun Qi plowed the road, and his artistic conception was unique. Always emphasize the artistic conception of light fragrance and light shadow. " 2. Artistic conception refers to the poetic space with infinite charm presented in lyric works, which is characterized by blending scenes, coexistence of reality and reality, and active life rhythm. 3. If the typical image is a single image, then the artistic conception is an image system composed of several images, which is an advanced form of literary images as a whole. Although the theory of "realm" is a matter of opinion, it is a mystery. But what is surprising is that most critics equate "realm" with "artistic conception" and call it "literary image" and "world in works". This view is undoubtedly one-sided. 5. As a common idiom, the word "realm" is like a cloud, "there are two realms, the realm of poets and the realm of ordinary people". Bento refers to an abstract boundary in a work. It is also like a cloud that "those who succeed in ancient and modern times and those who ask questions in universities must go through three realms", and this so-called realm refers to people who have achieved something at different stages. It is also like a cloud "the bright moon shines on the snow", "the river flows day and night", "the Yellow River hangs the bright moon" and "the Yellow River sets the yen", which can be described as a wonder of the ages. Artistic conception is one of the basic categories of artistic dialectics, and it is also an important issue to be studied in aesthetics. Artistic conception is an artistic realm that combines "meaning" belonging to subjective category and "environment" belonging to objective category. The content of this artistic dialectics is extremely rich. "Meaning" is the unity of emotion and reason, and "environment" is the unity of form and god. In these two unification processes, reason, form and spirit permeate each other. The difference between "artistic conception" and "image" In our daily life, we often use the word "artistic conception". For example, if a poem is good, we say, "This poem is very artistic." If a painting is good, we say, "This painting is very artistic." Even after watching a movie, we will hear someone say, "Today's movie is very artistic. Many people don't quite understand. 8. The difference between artistic conception and image lies in: 1. They reach different levels and depths: image refers to the breadth of aesthetics, and artistic conception refers to the depth of aesthetics; 2. Artistic conception is the sublimation of images; 3. In China culture, image belongs to the artistic category, and artistic conception refers to the existence and movement of spiritual space-time, and its scope is infinite, which is related to the whole philosophical consciousness of China people. 9. In short, the artistic conception of editing this poem is the environment of poetry creation. It can be a scene when writing, a scene when recalling, or a scene that has not actually arrived. The artistic conception of poetry is the author's mood and feelings, "where petals flow like tears." It is true that lonely birds sing their sorrows. 10, artistic conception is an integrated artistic realm created by the poet's subjective feelings and objective scenery. Poetry creation is inseparable from images, and the choice of images is only the first step, which is the basis of poetry; Combining images creates the art of "harmony between meaning and environment" 1 1, and environment is the purpose. Artistic conception and image are related in essence. They are both the product of the unity of subjective and objective, and the combination of emotion and things. But it is different: from the formal point of view, images are related to words, and artistic conception corresponds to the whole article. For example, Li Bai's "Meng Haoran's Farewell on the Way to Yangzhou": Fireworks were set off in Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone, the sky in the Yangtze River flows. "This poem has the following images: Yellow Crane Tower, fireworks, solitary sails, the Yangtze River and so on. These images are combined to form a picture that blends with the situation: the poem does not directly express the yearning for friends, but expresses the deep farewell to friends through the image of the poet whose lonely sail disappears and the river flows for a long time. It can be said that all landscape words are sentimental words. Another example is "Yichuan tobacco, wind in the city, plum and yellow rain" in He Zhu's Jade Case. These three images form a whole, which artistically answers "How much leisure do you have? "It is not a simple addition of three images, but a touching artistic realm: carefree sorrow is like endless tobacco, like sheep flying in the city, if it is raining in the bleak and confused Huangmei. 12, the words that modify the artistic conception are peaceful, leisurely, majestic, fresh and natural, quiet, majestic, bright and noble, impassioned and solemn.
5. A poem with beautiful artistic conception Zhang Xuruo Tang Chunjiang spends a moonlit night on the Chunjiang River, the spring tide is there, and the bright moon is born in the sea.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the stone is Xiaoxiang.
Zhang Tang spent a moonlit night on the riverside, and the bright moon was born in the sea. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
(This is my favorite poem) Is it raining all the way from Wei to Chu? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing. The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly.
The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain. Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river.
Yan-Partridge Tian Cai Sleeves diligently hold the jade clock, but got drunk while spelling. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. The meeting in Su Shi's Water Tunes with a Bright Moon is probably a dream. I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. The following are all Li Yu's words (I like his words too). Butterfly lovers takes a leisurely walk in the pavilion at night. At first glance, it is clear that it is gradually hurting the spring dusk; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently. But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
Cui Tu's "Spring Festival Evening" is ruthless, sending the east wind to the process of spring. Last night, Dream Butterfly returned home to Wan Li, and Zi Guizhi.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors. Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? Laoshan, whose poems are anonymous, is not keeping in good health. He spent his late spring in Chang 'an.
I wonder who this beautiful night belongs to. The following is Liu Yong's poem "Basheng Ganzhou", which sprinkled drizzle and dusk drizzle on the river and washed the autumn. The frost and wind are sad and the river is cold.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay.
I want to see the beauty salon [remaining pages]. I missed it several times, and God knows how to get back to the boat. Eager to know me, lean on the dry place.
Linjiang Xianmeng Courtyard, cold wind and drizzle. Outside the window, autumn leaves fall wildly.
My heart is shaking. Nai cold leaks forever, lonely and sad, tears and candles burn empty.
For no reason, it's just an embroidered pillow and a leisurely night. Depression.
Love is hate, try to be young and tolerant. Chueh-hsin came here haggard with an old weather vane.
The soul disappeared. Thinking about pleasure, smoke and waves hinder, Fang Yuan.
It's boring to ask how to live a taboo life after 18 years old. Charm makes a ship sail briskly
Temporarily moored on the south bank of the Chu River. Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment.