1. Poems about the Rising Sun
Ode to the First Sun
The sun shines brightly at first,
Thousands of mountains are like fire.
A round suddenly ascends to the sky,
chasing away the stars and the waning moon.
----Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty
This poem by Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty is completed in one go. The poetic style is simple and rough, and the realm is broad and spectacular. The first two sentences describe a red sun that is about to burst out, blazing and scorching. "Brilliant", "like fire", the shape is like a spoken word, vividly describing the magnificent scene when the sun rises. In the last two sentences, the poet describes himself with the rising red sun, uses the stars and the waning moon to compare the various separatist forces at that time, and uses the red sun to drive away the stars and moon, shining on the earth, symbolizing his ambition to eradicate the separatists and unify the world. Although this poem only has four sentences, it is majestic, profound, and vivid. It is a relatively successful narrative work. Therefore, Chen Yanxiao praised: "The ambition of mixed unity is first expressed in words, and its scale is huge.
The ambition of mixed unity is first expressed in words, and its scale is huge. Literary genre Seven-character quatrains The name of the work: Ode to the First Day of Creation. The creation was in the Northern Song Dynasty. The place of creation was Zhao Kuangyin in front of Lingshan Temple. Author Zhao Kuangyin 2. Sentences about the Rising Sun
The embroidery is exquisitely embroidered and the picture has a profound meaning: there is a way to make money in front of you and a backer behind you. There is a tree on the left to attract wealth, and a tree on the right to prevent disasters; there are also people giving money, and wealth is rolling in; the red sun is in the head, symbolizing good luck; the rising sun is magnificent, powerful, and prosperous. It is a suitable place for office and business. Bring abundant wealth!
May every beautiful petal symbolize your shining hope, and send you the brilliant golden light of the rising sun in the New Year:
"The rising sun!" "Dongsheng" is actually a Feng Shui painting: there is a red sun above - good luck; a waterfall flowing down - a wealth of money; a clear lake - a cornucopia; the mountains behind - there is a backer; the mountain road on the left - - There is a way to make money in front; the person who carries the wood is the boy who brings money; there is a green pine on the left - the tree that attracts wealth; there is a big tree on the right - the tree that prevents disasters; hanging this Feng Shui painting in the hall will immediately increase the owner's wealth and make people feel happy. It creates a sense of comfort and comfort at first sight, and brings prosperity to people.
In addition, the waterfall in the work means: "wealth is rolling in";
There are two waterfalls on the left and right. Meeting by fate means: vigorous career;
The water pool means: "treasure basin";
The rising sun means: "Good luck is ahead";
The tree on the left side of the work is The tree on the right is a tree that attracts wealth. The whole work is full of good luck, and the wealth is like a vast waterfall. The mountains and peaks in the work also express the ancient artistic conception. The thread-embroidered cloth is made of pure cotton, which is made from natural materials and enhances the vitality of the owner. Feng Shui says: "Mountains govern people, and water governs wealth." "Therefore, it is very auspicious to hang landscape paintings. 3. Phrases describing the rising sun in Tang poetry
The meaning of "Xu Ri Dong Rising" is: Rising Sun: The rising sun. The sun rises from the east in the morning. Describes the vibrant scene. .
The poems describing sunrise in Tang poetry include:
"Recalling Jiangnan"
Tang·Bai Juyi
The sun rises and the river flowers bloom. Fire,
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue,
How can we not remember Jiangnan?
"Deng Shan Yu Tai"
Tang·Zhang Penang
The soldiers on the border have returned in spring, and they are alone on the stage.
The sun is rising from the ground, and the Yellow River is coming from the sky.
The sand is turning like waves. The wind is rushing and thunder is suspected.
I want to go to the Yin Pass, but the Yin Pass will not open at dawn.
Li Qi
Qinchuan looks far away, and the sun rises over the due east peak.
The mountains and rivers far and near are clear, and the winding city is heavy.
There are thousands of bamboos in the autumn, and Wuling pines in the cold color.
A guest returns and sighs, lamenting the thick frost and dew.
Li Bai, "Sleepwalking Tianmu chants farewell": I can see the sun on the sea and smell the chicken in the sky 4. Poems describing the rising sun
In the green garden, the sunflowers are blooming, and the morning dew is waiting for the sun to set.
When spring comes, all things will shine. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west? Yuanzhen at night, the beautiful trees are full of the morning sun, and there is a dew light. The rain is suspicious, and the wind scatters the makeup like makeup.
The dense leaves are covered in smoke, and the low branches brush against the wall. I feel more pity for seeing you in the summer, and the day I stay to sing is too long.
Visiting Tianzhu Temple Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cui Hao Genre: Five Ancients Ascending Tianzhu Mountain in the morning, the sun rises in the temple. The cliffs and springs are gushing thinly, and the rivers are lingering.
The solitary top is high when you go straight up, but the peaks are small when you look at them from a flat angle. In December in Nanzhou, the ground is warm and there is little ice and snow.
The cold mountains are covered with green, and the winter marshes are covered with wisteria. On the side of the flower niche waterfall, there is a green wall and stone forest.
Ringing a bell gathers people and heaven, giving food to gather apes and birds. The mind is cleansed and the mind is enlightened.
I just realized that there is nothing wrong with people and everything in the world. On the twenty-first day of the Liang lunar month, a wine stove pavilion was set up in the county. After working hard, I went out to the mountains to collect beauty. Era: Song Dynasty. Author: Chen Zhu. The morning sun dews in life, and things become ripples on the water.
The vast universe is free, how moral is it? In the fourth month of the summer of Xinsi, I traveled to the Western Mountains, but even if I failed, I got Cao Hu, Nan Ren, and stayed in the winter in the afternoon.
Concubine Jiang dances, the scene is reversed, and the old tree rushes to frighten the ape. The immortals are also dramatic, and they are dancing together.
The whole world will be laughed at, and whoever loses will recover. Holding Zhaowen Qin in hand, one song lasts for three thousand years.
Twenty-eight poems from Khitan were sent to him. On the 16th and 10th, he returned to the south and took possession of the horse. Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Zhe Nanyuan was happy to go to Longting at the beginning of the year. After entering the fortress, he still had to read the moon. Han horses also know that they want to return quickly, and the rising sun has already greeted them.
After winter dances and snow grows to avoid each other, it turns to spring and comes back to life. I want to see Xiongzhou serving lettuce and cheese porridge on the vegetable plate.
Knowing how to guide your hair has its own way, and it is not difficult to reach the sky and climb into the valley.
The coffin is tall and tall, and the pearl trees and fir trees are still climbable. I'm singing a song in the morning sun, and I'm going to stop smoking and setting my family in the mountains.
Seven out of the eight pieces of longevity music in the Royal Palace in the middle of winter are given to the ministers and the third wine palace. Era: Song Dynasty. Author: Yang Yi. Wine is a ritual, and happiness is a feast. The dew is clear and the sun is rising, and the stars are extremely purple.
Shu Shen and Errong are both full and virtuous. Advancing and retreating, the majesty is suppressed.
Zhang Gongan, the left-behind scholar, Guo Wenwei built a pavilion and inscribed on the list: "The Chaoyang has gone. Year: Song Dynasty. Author: Zhang Wei. The sun is clear and clear with a text, and I stand facing the Chaoyang and want to ask about its progress." When the pen is written, spring changes to the cold valley, and when the poem comes, joy will break through the city of sorrow.
The water in front of the eaves can be reached by a chariot, and the skyline and mountains are as horizontal as the threshold. When Duke Zhun planned to return, he passed by here and left a small wine cup to chant the collection of hairpins and tassels.