Reflection on the Book of Songs 1 This is an ancient poem complained by civil servants.
As you can imagine, the civil servant paced out and sighed: Alas, the monarch threw all political affairs at me, which made me very tired at work every day! Busy with work and overtime every day, the salary is still so low, which makes my family dig at me and blame me! Alas! what can I do? This is life!
The regime in the Spring and Autumn Period was a feudal model. The world belongs to Monday's family, but the emperor can't rule the whole world alone, so he enfeoffed governors as local agents; The vassal state belongs to the monarch, but the monarch cannot govern such a big country by himself, so he is appointed as a local agent; The fief belongs to the government, much like the village where later generations lived together. In order to manage fiefs well, officials and bureaucrats must rely on the cohesion of clans to unite small family units, and the male owners of these small family units are scholars.
Therefore, in such a political structure, nobles at all levels have dual identities. The vassal worked for the emperor, but he was also the boss of his own country; Gong Qing worked for the princes, but he was also the boss of his own fief; A scholar works for a public official, but he is also the pillar of his small family.
In my opinion, this poem may reflect the ambivalence of a dual-status aristocrat.
Thoughts on Reading The Book of Songs 2 Xiaoya Liu Yuan
A garden will not wither. God does what he does, and he doesn't hide himself. Give it to Jing and then to Yan. There are gardens and willows, but they are not enough to rest. God is very good, there is no such person as Zhai. To Jing, and then to you.
Birds fly high and the sky is rich. The other person's heart is how to realize it. Curse the quiet and violent life. This is a poem expressing resentment. The author of this poem accuses a person who died together and seeks authority behind the farmland.
Let him feel puzzled and deeply afraid. The dense willows near the pond are lush, but if pedestrians want to rest, hide in the shade and enjoy poetry, they may be struck by lightning, disturbed by insects on the trees and hurt by branches.
Don't fantasize about "enjoying the cool under the big tree". The greatness of a big tree is its own business, not yours. If you want to enjoy the cool under a big tree, you might as well become a big tree yourself.
Based on this idea, he looked at the partners who had struggled together in the past sitting in a high position, but it was an insurmountable gap and distance for him.
As a result, he issued a call that birds are connected with the sky, so why should he participate in the national key management design, but no one can discuss and attach to it. You can see your heart rolling over the river.
In fact, he misunderstood the elite. Anyone who arrives at a certain position after thousands of difficulties and dangers is bound to become a frightened bird. This is a precautionary mentality for anyone, because they have experienced too many days of being designed and framed. Therefore, distrust of others has become their normal state.
After reading the Book of Songs, I think it is probably the closest grass to love. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings in a thousand years. How do those poems and songs flow sadly, and how do those sentimental feelings and melancholy thoughts wander around Xunyang Bridge for thousands of years? Look at the hazy mist and look for graceful Iraqis on the water side.
In the late autumn, she stood in a large reed, smart and gentle. Just looking up, I found the faint figure. The humidity is so heavy that I can't see her face clearly. The furthest distance in the world is a river. I'm here, you're there, and the river is flowing sadly, so we look at the whole chapter of Qin Feng. Planting grass is the saddest trouble in the world. I have seen the reeds you touched, the reeds you watched, and the tenderness you conveyed. Jia Jian has been waiting for a thousand years in love, but he can't wait for the moment to look at each other.
Those gentlemen, those Iraqis, looked at the seeds of love for thousands of years on the river bank. You turn around, you turn around, you frown, you snicker; I froze, I stared, I lost my mind, and I saw you turn around and walk out of my sight. Flowers are flying, your figure is hidden behind the dragonfly, and your sleeves are left on the yellowed title page of the Book of Songs.
The wind of Qin dynasty has lasted for thousands of years, and it frosted in the wind for thousands of years. Legendary Iraqis stand on the side of dreams.
Why cover your face with sleeves? The moon is hidden in the green hills. Your posture has long been blurred, and you are caught in the misty eyes. In this season of dew and frost, you will miss your life.
I opened the cover of the Book of Songs and brought out a long string of flowers-pale.
After reading Book of Songs 4 by Li Yiran. The Book of Songs is China's first collection of poems, with an income of 305. Originally called "Poetry", it was regarded as a classic by scholars in the Han Dynasty, and its content was originally the lyrics of a song. The main uses of The Book of Songs are, first, as a part of various classic etiquette, second, entertainment, and third, to express views on social and political issues. The Book of Songs is a common cultural textbook in aristocratic education. Confucius said, "If you don't learn poetry, you have nothing to say." It was burned during the Qin Shihuang period, but because of its good back, the ancients were generally familiar with it and it has been passed down to this day.
Reading The Book of Songs and The Book of Rites made me understand that good books (good knowledge) should be passed down and studied by future generations. These traditional cultures help future generations to understand the development process of the previous generation.
I think teacher Lu teaches us to draw mind maps, which not only helps us quickly find out the key contents of the text, the words describing things and the writing methods of the article; It can also help us to write a composition quickly. When writing a composition, first draw a guide map, look at the guide map, relate the details, add extra points to the composition and complete the composition. Mom said that this good learning method will benefit me for life and make my future study, work and life orderly and more planned, so this good learning method can last forever. I like this learning method that Teacher Lu taught us.
After reading the Book of Songs, 5 "Wan Jian is gray, the Millennium is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side ..." Wan Jian's beginning gives people rich imagination, much like today's misty poetry school, which is ambiguous, and different people have different opinions. Therefore, for thousands of years, everyone has a different understanding of this poem. "A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their eyes", and so does "Jia Jian". Who is the "Iraqi"? For thousands of years, people have given thousands of answers.
I used to think that it should be a man's persistent pursuit of his sweetheart. It is full of obvious sweetness and obvious pain. It's really a thousand flavors. Reading again this time, I suddenly feel different. Can this be a person's hard pursuit of ideals? Could it be the bitter nonsense of a dream catcher?
Everyone is a dream catcher. Everyone dreams when he is young. He wants to be a doctor and a Nobel Prize winner. However, when we hit a wall everywhere, when life smoothes our edges and corners, there is only rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea left in our life, and only a bank account for promotion and overtime. At this time, how can we be as young and frivolous as we were then, fighting for our dreams? "Follow it back, the road is blocked and long, follow it back, and it will come naturally." Do we still have such enthusiasm?
Random Thoughts on the Book of Songs 6 "Picking the Wei" is a poem written by a frontier soldier in the Western Zhou Dynasty on his way home, which describes his hard life in the frontier and expresses his patriotism and homesickness.
The first three chapters of this poem recall the hardships of exploration in flashback. In order to resist intrusion, he has been away from his family for a long time. How eager he is to return to his hometown as soon as possible! Chapters 4, 5 and 2 describe the frontier sergeant's expedition to dignity. The whole article is magnificent, and the patriotic experience of soldiers has been fully reflected. At the end of this chapter, I wrote "Let's go home". Although we can survive, the hardships of the past have only brought us today's "hunger and thirst". How can you not be depressed?
This poem is selected from Xiaoya, but it has the characteristics of "national style" folk songs, and attaches great importance to the use of sentence repetition and metaphor. For example, in the repeated sentences in the first three chapters, the words are slightly changed, which sets off the feeling of being away from home for a long time with Wei's growth process, which is extremely vivid and appropriate. The fourth chapter regards the blooming of the Long Beach as a symbol of strong military capability, strict military power and strangeness of the new police. The last chapter, with its scenery before and after the expedition, is filled with endless sadness, shallow words and profound meanings, and the scene is mixed, which has always been regarded as a much-told story of Miao Yan in The Book of Songs.
Picking Wei is one of the poems in The Book of Songs. Annotators in past dynasties have different opinions on the date of its completion. However, according to its contents and other historical records, it is more likely that the works of the Zhou Xuanwang era will be revised. The stubborn nationalities in the northern part of the Zhou Dynasty (later Xiongnu) were very powerful and often invaded the Central Plains, which brought many disasters to the people's lives in the north at that time. In history, there are many records of the Zhou emperor sending troops to defend the border and ordering soldiers to send troops to defeat him. Judging from the content of Cai Wei, it is an era in which soldiers defend their country and struggle hard. This poem praises the hard life and homesickness of the soldiers who joined the army.
After reading the Book of Songs, 7. Open the book of songs, any capital is a landscape. Gorgeous rhetoric contains the simplest wishes and the most sincere feelings, which makes people immersive.
"Pan Baizhou, also Pan Qiliu. If you are worried, if you have hidden worries. I have no wine, so I can swim with you. " People have a glass of wine in front of them, talking and laughing; People are behind a sea and turn over the night alone. Above the river, I am alone in a boat. Under the gloomy sky, it seems that I am the only one left in the world. It was a farewell under fireworks, a lonely and proud journey.
"When the bright moon is bright, when the people will be sad. Shu Yao corrected it and felt sad. " The beginning of the story is always like this, and I secretly promised it and was caught off guard. I fell in love with the beautiful woman in the moonlight at first sight, but it seems that it was only one person's love from beginning to end. Every beginning that you think is happy has an unsatisfactory ending. The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is far apart.
The Book of Songs describes the best meeting, the saddest ending, the loneliest journey and the most free and easy life. Every one of us, thousands of miles away from the world and countless stars, must look at the past.
May you live the life you expect. The flowers I want to see are ready, the wine I want to drink is ready, the clothes I want to wear are just cut, and the songs I want to listen to have been sung for you for a long time.
After reading the Book of Songs, I felt 8 tapestries, fishing for Hezhou alone.
Strolling leisurely, the unique color of Tianshui occasionally sweeps away the cardinals, bends down and shakes the handle. Bamboo road is long, dogs bark far away, few children play, and there is no wind. Walking half a mile away, he is a young man with a strong will and a strong wrist. Dead leaves fall early, and he wants to break other people's peaches.
I proudly cut the reed tail and crossed the sky. I tied my hair with long silk and looked at the rivers and rivers to attract light sorrow. With a flick of the knife, it is faint and leisurely. The wind is blowing slightly, and I'm coming to spring. I just watched the twilight play, but I couldn't stop. I didn't feel happy and sighed and went back to the village.
Hold a sword, tie a knot, and make a sound. When the wrist is turned, the pattern is waved, the sword light is light and cold, and the candlelight reflects the moon. Omnipotent, the sharp blade surprises and stabs, closes the momentum and turns over, slightly moves the wrist left and right, and continues to rise. Silhouettes and curtain lights are connected in series, and the exhibition leaps and leaps, and the landing is marked as sword arc, which is fierce and arrogant. Triple tap, suddenly ready to go. I am true, the silver dragon rests back in its sheath, and I am leisurely.
I suddenly saw the figure of that woman, with white tassels flying, or accidentally met her charm, but I smiled.
Only this one eye, I can't forget-
In the dead of night, I occasionally think of her and the light of the whole world shining-at first sight, every detail, every scene, her half-closed smile and her shadow facing the light.
Insomnia, I only know that she is my light.
After reading the Book of Songs, 9 "The Book of Songs is like a flower on the other side. Even if it can't be picked, it will live in my heart forever." I have always liked this sentence, because it was not a shameful oath the day before, but a voice that once sounded in our hearts, a ballad that we once sang together. Aestheticism is a bit bleak and memorable!
Gently open the frozen ancient book of the Book of Songs, which contains heavy feelings. Quietly reading melodious poems, full of sadness and sadness. If you read this book carefully, you will find that boldness is the outer bone and sadness is the soul. Thinking about naivety is just cultivating the last unfinished dream. Every time I finish reading this book, I take notes, because this book condenses too much wisdom and thinking about the world.
Every time I finish reading this book, I always cry quietly, because it gives me not only the knowledge in the book, but also the joys and sorrows in the world, which makes me understand the real meaning and learn to face and wait. If 300 poems are what our predecessors want us to understand, then future generations should also know how to cherish them. This book records a lot of loneliness and disappointment. It is always a tragedy, but its narrative is amazing. Maybe so. ...
"Peach flies away and burns its glory." Look at this touching text, clear as spring water, which reminds me of a peerless beauty, Gui. She is called "Lady Peach Blossom" by the world, because she looks like a peach blossom, delicate and charming, quiet and beautiful, with peerless appearance and unbearable fate. His gorgeous beauty died in the Three Kingdoms, her miserable life was like a flower, and her charming appearance made future generations unforgettable.
Desire will always occupy some areas of the human heart, but it is not untouchable. When we calm down and ask ourselves what we are here for, everything will be clear. Classic works, of course, there are classics, but the Book of Songs is exactly what people want and what the world is annoyed by.
After reading the Book of Songs, I recently read several poems about love in the Book of Songs. The main feeling is that in ancient times, when men described their favorite girls, they always used the beautiful scenery around them to describe them while admiring their beauty, while girls always expressed their feelings when expressing their love for boys, and often pointed out their intentions with a short sentence when people were listening to the fog.
Ancient love is always pure and beautiful, but even if there are parents in the middle, the power of love can always support them. A trivial grass can make a seven-foot man dream, and a meeting under the wall in late autumn can make a family feel affectionate. In a few words and scenes, I wrote down the mysterious feelings between a man and a woman in an understatement. Love in a closed society is infinitely beautiful.
When I am immersed in the love of the ancients, I can't help thinking that the love of modern people seems to be without their persistence. Girls are also depressed, but they are still thinking in a relationship. Is it really the best to choose him? Therefore, a person will always have several painful lovelorn past events. In this respect, in the face of love, the ancients generally treated a relationship more wholeheartedly than we did.
The ancient people's view of love is still different from ours. One is to treat it wholeheartedly and be willing to give everything without reservation. The other is that they will have their own independent space, and their feelings for each other will still be reserved. If I have to choose between them, I prefer the former.
After reading the Book of Songs 1 1 You are on the other side of the river bank, as if you were looking back at my feelings with a smile.
Old Du Kang couldn't solve three thousand years' troubles, but he brewed three thousand years' expectations. Very pure, very strong, the words in my heart are all wine, and I can't get drunk. The whisper of love is so sweet. Three thousand cups into the belly, annihilated the sorrow of generations, but only got a word from you.
Begging for 3,000 years, tossing and turning for 3,000 years, the harp and harp are not tuned, the bells and drums are not knocked, and the moon is cold for thousands of years, which has experienced many vicissitudes. Perhaps, one day, I suddenly want to listen to that cheerful tune, the melody of love again. I feel moved, such as the rising tide, flying in the sky and dancing on the cliff. There is a kind of soul carving that comes from eternity.
After three thousand years of dust, I am the tide of your gentle persuasion, constantly washing away the happiness that others have walked in pairs, but it has strengthened my belief for three thousand years, making me swear in front of you again and again that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and even let me cross the dark ferry for three thousand years. However, I still can't change your two words.
Weihai blue sky, ebb and flow, vast sky, changes in the world, the only constant is meaningful feelings.
That mottled beautiful image is the promise of the sky to the earth. "At the end of my tether, winter thunder bursts, summer rain and snow fall, and heaven and earth are one, but I dare to be with you", which is my promise to you. I still have the courage that "thousands of troops will come to me", but I hesitate from the wind of time to guess who your heart is open to. I have too many unrealistic dreams, and I am willing to imagine that when you are graceful and noble, I will feed the white horse that is going to marry me and step over the flowers, which is the happiest.
After reading the Book of Songs, I came to the riverside of Zhou Xiao alone, accompanied by pheasants in Guanhe River.
In my spare time, I can come to such a pleasant place occasionally. Why not? I think so, too, but I always feel like something is missing. Suddenly, a beautiful and elegant tall woman caught my eye. She is dressed in green clothes, tied with bamboo sticks, bright and white face and dark and deep eyes. This is really a rare beauty and fascinating. I think about it carefully. Isn't this a virtuous and marriable woman? I'm fascinated. When I was young, I didn't realize it was getting late. Before I could talk to this woman, she left slowly. Meeting, maybe just a glance, can walk into my heart.
Watching the clouds at dusk, walking and thinking of you, sitting and thinking of you. Since then, every time I close my eyes and sleep, that woman's face will emerge in front of my eyes. No matter day or night, I want to see her again, pursue her and spend the rest of my life with her. However, no amount of love can only be turned into missing, and thinking about her silently keeps me awake all night.
When I dreamed of meeting that day, there was a woman in the jagged leek pile. I played the harp and tried to get close to her; I only ring the bell and drum to please her. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. When I wake up, I still can't get the woman I like, and she can't feel my sincerity.
It has nothing to do with white tea. I'm waiting for the wind to wait for you. When you are in a love that consumes everything, can you go home slowly?
Reflections on Reading The Book of Songs 13 In The Book of Songs and Songs of the South, two founders of China literature, we seldom see the favorite flowers of later poets, only the vegetation. Free-growing vegetation is like the tentacles of the earth, winding and endless. Singing is like the natural life of the ancients. Songs of the South were written by scholars, who sang things and expressed their feelings. They don't have to go to the fields in person, but they only wear sachets made of herbs picked by farmers. The beauty of grass is like a gentleman, and the beauty of weeds is like a villain, but every word is profound. If the text barrier cannot be broken, the poet's heart will be hard to get close to. In contrast, the plants in the Book of Songs are much more natural and vivid, and the working people sing everything. Here, vegetation has been more truly restored and natural singing.
"What grass is not yellow, when not! Who can't operate the quartet? " What grass does not wither, where there is a day when it does not run. This is Xiaoya's last article. Sorrow and indignation are comparable to troubled times, and people are not as good as vegetation. Plants and trees still have a chance to grow new flowers in spring. I left my hometown and you, but I may never come back. The grass growing in The Book of Songs, because of the constant irrigation of spring water in our imagination, stretches out every leaf between the lines of the book, which is lush and covered with our barren mind and becomes our most suitable spiritual food.
After reading the Book of Songs, 14 has experienced many things recently, and the gain is to know that the cultural knowledge you usually learn is useful. Before I met them, I thought I knew many cultures of my age. Only when I met experts from my peers did I really understand the allusion of "Zhuangzi, autumn water". A little impetuous heart calmed down again, starting with rereading ancient books.
Browse the Book of Songs at a friend's place today. I don't know how many books there are. Peony Pavilion. In the noisy school of Chunxiang, Chen Liangliang, a corrupt scholar, said, "There are 300 poems. In short, thoughts are evil. " After reading a lot, I found some articles I like.
The exam is flowing and broad. If you say it alone, you will never say anything.
The main meaning is: the wooden house is built by the mountain stream, how broad-minded the hermit is! A person sleeps happily alone, and the dream says happy. This kind of life must continue unswervingly.
This early recluse poem not only describes the living environment of the recluse, but also describes the recluse's open-minded recluse mentality. Since then, this way of life has been respected by retired literati in past dynasties. Before visiting Netscape Garden, I could see the word "Panjian" on the revetment stone next to Cong Guixuan, but now I understand the taste. Maybe I can only look forward to this leisurely life in my heart!
After reading the Book of Songs 15, the whole poem consists of six chapters, one or two of which trace back to the happy love process. The first chapter describes that he was decided by his first love. The narrative rhythm of the poem is quite similar to the montage technique of the film, and three scenes with strong visual effects are selected to express it (first encounter; Send each other; Dating is different). The second chapter describes that he fell in love, broke through the shackles of the matchmaker's words and married Meng. When the poet narrates here, his emotions are extremely passionate, and his grief and remorse are intertwined, interrupting the narrative. The third chapter talks about love, resenting the social phenomenon of inequality between men and women, and taking the turtle dove's gluttony for mulberries as an example, persuading young and beautiful innocent girls not to indulge in love. The fourth chapter describes that the heroine was abandoned and returned to her family. She was associated with her past love life by the mighty water, and she couldn't help resenting the ingratitude and capriciousness of self-protection. The fifth chapter describes her labor and abuse after marriage and her brother's ridicule and self-injury. I used six "Yi" in a row to write about the subordinate position of women in economy and politics, which made people feel sad and helpless. The sixth chapter narrates the deviation between childhood friendship and today, expresses the truth, rebukes the hypocrisy, deception and impetuousness of self-protection, resolutely shows the attitude of making a clean break with self-protection, and shows the heroine's perseverance, firmness and fortitude.
The structure of Dream is rigorous, suitable for its story and the author's passionate ups and downs, which is intriguing.