She seems to be talking about poetry and romance. She does not stick to the literal understanding of classical poetry, nor is it a simple appreciation in the traditional sense, but an essay with unique style and rich feelings.
With her beautiful and emotional style and elegant illustrations, she depicts a beautiful and moving picture of historical love behind the scenes of classical poetry, leading readers to listen to a series of classic and shocking romantic past events. Poet, poet, shows his genius and true temperament.
Talent, beauty, Gherardini smile, stubborn awe-inspiring, tacit relief, let us suddenly meet a good word in sadness and joy, just like meeting someone in spring, eyes flowing, smile spreading, and heart hazy. If, if life is like the first time, it would be great.
He is still his famous teacher, she is also her peerless beauty, and Jiangshan beauty does not invade each other. No beginning, no end.
Second, the only way at that time was to summarize the general content. A close reading of Nalan's Ci will reveal that boldness is an extroverted force, while sadness is an introverted soul. A man who lived more than 300 years ago, in his lyrics, tirelessly poured out his persistence in feelings and firmness in inviting friends, like a cured hot spring soup, which warmed and awakened our frozen feelings.
Author's brief introduction An Yiru, since when, seeing a lot of things is like walking in the long corridor of a small town in wuyue. Occasionally, he will turn to look at the thin water drops under the corridor and look down at the turning time of the corridor-he finds himself a person who is not easily excited. Perhaps it is because I know that I can learn from the text and slowly find the light I need, so many things can be answered and understood calmly, and there is no need to worry.
This mentality is also conducive to the interpretation of poetry. Love is elegant, love is light and love is lyrical. Without a frank heart, it is impossible to enter the dreamland left by the ancients in the book. What everyone wants is illusory.
-Eat alone, travel, stop and go everywhere; I also read books, play the piano and talk to myself. Self-convergence and inner peace are the feelings I hope to get, and I am gradually becoming such a woman.
Third, the book of songs without evil thoughts, such as the flowers on the other side, has always lived in my heart even if it can't be picked. In fact, it's just a folk song, and it's not as far away and out of reach as imagined.
However, when crossing the river, we silently left it in another era. When you turned to look for it, it had disappeared into the river. Find it with the elegance of poetry and examine it with the depth of classics. It may be a past life, it may be a voice that once rang in our hearts, and it may be a ballad that we once sang together.
Three hundred poems are just naive memories of past lives. Fourth, a love that consumes everything slowly returns to Anyiru to read the epic charm of beautiful love.
The history of the Northern and Southern Dynasties is bizarre, and the era before reunification is absurd and colorful. Those simple songs are as brilliant as blooming flowers in the journey of history, and wither like tomorrow's flowers, either happy or sad. This book is destined to express feelings with history.
Sniffing the smell of roses with the posture of a tiger, carefully releasing them from our hearts, depicting beautiful and touching historical love scrolls behind classical poems, and leading us to listen to a series of classic and shocking romantic past events. Let's go back to Han Wei, Jin Dynasty, Six Dynasties and Tang Dynasty.
Go and watch the boundless romantic scenery at that time, and ask the ancients for some love to warm up. 5. Tea fragrance under the moon in Chang 'an If women in later generations are often more like Bo Meilan, fragile and sentimental, then women in the Tang Dynasty are like peony in the golden age, elegant with confidence, * * * and publicity.
"Girls' feelings are always poems", and the feelings of women in the Tang Dynasty are woven in this voluminous "All Poems of the Tang Dynasty", following the narrative of rainy nights in rivers and lakes, reliving the joys and sorrows of thousands of years ago and returning to the dreamlike Tang Dynasty. Raining in the Rivers and Lakes at Night is enthusiastic about the whole Tang poetry and the history of the Tang Dynasty. It not only has unique views on poetry, but also makes poetry more vivid and closer to the history of each period.
The beauty of Jianghu Rain Review lies in the interest of touching the machine, the change of wonderful thoughts, the sum of the strong and the strong, and the wonderful essence. He sees things right, like a spring pouring on the ground, handy, like a few treasures. His humor is profound, but people will sweat and catch a cold after laughing.
About the author: Night Rain in Jianghu, whose real name is Shi Jihang. Born in the early 1970s, he graduated from the Department of Geography of Shandong Normal University and now teaches in No.1 Middle School.
I like classical literature and traditional culture since I was a child, especially Tang poetry and Song poetry. In recent years, I am addicted to the Internet, and I enjoy typing on the Internet.
Famous writer of Tianya Boiling Wine Forum, "Excellent Writer of Netease Literature Zone in 2005". His published works include Impression of Tang Dynasty-Biography of Talented Talents in Tang Dynasty, On Cooking Wine, Fragrance and Fragrance, etc.
6. Beauty is like poetry, and vegetation is like weaving in the east gate. I first met you, and you were caught in the crowd, like floating catkins, like birds singing, like spring breeze; At dusk, I saw you again. You are like a reflection, like the sound of water, like a mist in a pumping girl. On the third day of March, I looked at you on the stage that attracted much attention. You are a fire, a demon and a flying frost. You are my ray.
The author of this book has a unique way to perfectly combine the aesthetics in The Book of Songs with the plant world. This is a survey of plant aesthetics and classical poetry, in which everything is alive, intelligent, and life beyond reality is endowed with beauty, spirit and emotion. Shepherd's purse, Erigeron, Artemisia argyi, shepherd's purse, willow, mulberry, poplar, peony, peach blossom ... these plants with clear or hazy faces in the Book of Songs have merged into the blood of Chinese civilization, and a dialogue between poetry and plant spirit has appeared in the author's pen.
Author's brief introduction: Yi Shi, whose real name is Yusheng Han, was born in Qin 'an, a small town in Gansu Province in the 1970s. He was familiar with the flowers and trees in Shan Ye fields since childhood. When I grew up, I traveled around Shenzhen, and I felt the vividness of everything in classical poetry, leaving a life beyond reality in beauty, spirit and emotion.
I like writing, making friends online, and am the moderator of Tianya community's "casual book talk". Its publication "Plants in the Forest" has long been recommended for reading in Tianjin homepage.
Hundreds of pictures of plants in this book are enthusiastically selected by netizens who like photography. Seven, it is best not to conform to the color of the whole city. China's writing is colored.
China's words are full of colorful colors-purple in the pre-Qin period, when it is not spent; The black of Qin is night; Blue in Han Dynasty, an abyss color; The green of gold,
2. Whose poetry composition is better, there should be 1, with ancient poems or essays interspersed among them. Looking back, it was amber.
Xicheng tactic, turning around for a lifetime is glazed white. The dust settled and the smoke was washed away. Who put her hand on the sleeve and poured out the world for her? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her? The wind blows the sand into a desert, so you wait for me, waiting for ten years of long meditation.
Meet me, it is destined to be above you, he looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring. 2. When the dust settles and the lead is washed away, who will take care of her hands and pour out the world? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her? The phoenixes who used to play here, so that this place is named after them, they failed to keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
4. lament the red face and tears, the death of the hero, the world has many hardships. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. You should remember that the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.
7. Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past. 8. The world of mortals is beginning to fill, and mountains and rivers are boundless.
Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled. 9. The past events covered by years are fleeting and cast a faint sadness in a hurry.
10. Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past. Please don't be disappointed. Ordinary is for the most beautiful. 1 1. When Long song was crying, for those promises that could not be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, she finally dispersed into clouds.
12. You should remember that year, Na Yue, east of weeping willows. 13. where is the prosperity of the vast land?
14. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. 15. The breeze is wet and the tea is blowing.
Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone. 16. LAM Raymond, Qionghu song month, the first floor of Long song.
Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
17. The hustle and bustle of the world of mortals is fleeting. 18. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
19. At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shores. 20. The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
2 1. cling to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly come to an end. 22. The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over. This meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young.
23. People can never see the lens, but I mean a thousand years in the world, like an instant. 24. Illusion is boundless, once met, it will never be forgotten.
What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host? 25. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
26. I'd rather we didn't care about each other. I hope we never forget rivers and lakes. 27. The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.
28. If you leave, it has nothing to do with romance. Time is like water and the world is full of dust.
29. Red face means old, beautiful. 30. Who can laugh for ten years, and Long song travels thousands of miles? 1, the wind is blowing, the water is full, and the bell is ringing at the corner of the cornice pavilion.
Remember when you looked back and smiled, the whole city was fragrant for a hundred days. 2, flying flowers, dancing, how many feelings flying.
Clouds flow with wide sleeves, the piano fingers condense, and the clear water floats away from the hubbub. Looking back, I love Iraqis. 4. After parting, I had several dreams. Without holding hands, tears splashed on the flowers.
5, flying flowers, dancing, how many feelings flying. 6, who is the red candle silhouette, holding a cup, lingering and drinking, this life, only Fu Junxin.
7. Who wrote a pen but remembered a volume of feelings and only remembered the past years. 8, the feeling is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, and the cold sleeves help the sick.
9, a long way to go, a few hate to leave, beautiful acacia, treat people with pity. 10, I'm standing on the edge of clouds and water alone, looking at you, the person I can't wait for, with frostbite in my palm.
I've been singing this song all my life, and I'll wait for you to make peace after I fade away. 1 1. Look at the clouds and waves on the cliff, the wind is rustling on the cliff, and pear blossoms are still falling as before.
12, purple account is a finger crying, it is difficult to forget each other. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.
13, the sword rises from the mountain, and the smoke falls and the flowers fall in the distance, and the dream is like Long song. 14, the dream is wet and empty, and the frequent knocking on Yunzi surprises residual leakage.
A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough. 15, I scattered thousands of beads all the way, and when I woke up, I fell into the dust and mud.
16, Qinhuai River is cool, stone bridges are swaying, thrush is flying in the rain and falls on his window frame. 17, Wuyi Lane in the last life, the moon tide is empty and the osmanthus trees on the north wall are already on fire.
18, white temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hoarse, the north wind is barren, and only the eyebrow line company commander is left. 19, waving sleeves and fiddling, seven strings and exquisite, reed boat, misty rain.
20, refers to the world of mortals, drunken smile surprised hong, Long song put wine in the breeze, pour a cup of drink, do Changhong. 2 1, the bronze mirror in Ling Hua is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, and the soul is gone. I just hope you are healthy.
22, get drunk with him, peach blossoms fly to Xi, and secretly draw a face with ink. 23. The voice outside the window at night, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, knowing that I understand that I am just a person.
24, snuff injury, landing into ashes, home, green mountains and clouds. The shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have been exhausted and they are buried alone.
25. Peach blossoms are laughing in the spring breeze, no matter how hard it is to find, where to get together and how to get together. 26, Dan Qing Juan, iron fan white, looking at the red dust, flowers like bamboo shoots, night like me.
27. After a hundred nights, who turns a green lantern for me and who leans against the door to watch the Millennium fireworks alone. There are few stars at night, who holds the lamp for me and who waits for the loneliness of the Millennium by leaning against the door alone.
28. I miss you and become a candle. My tears are burning. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today. 29. Looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky.
30. It turned out that flowers were everywhere, as if they had all been given to the broken well. 3 1, looking at your smiling face in front of me, my tears still filled the whole winter. After turning around, I can't find the lost promise anymore.
32, the world of mortals, who is the love of life and death? In the end, I can only keep the same face. This is a thousand years. 33. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.
35. Who caresses me and owes me a lifetime price? 36. Who fell in love with the country and overthrew the world? 37. Why can you still see your face when the wind and sand are full of soaked eyes? 38. Who will accompany me to take off back in the game's armor, who will accompany me to the end of the world, and who will bear my life? 39. Who is looking for the face in the memory of past lives in the vast world of broken wind and rain? 40. I hate flowers in the morning and autumn. When I get drunk, I just fall to the ground. 4 1, you are in the south and I am in the north.
Who said: The moon is full, sunny and round, and flowers bloom and fall? 42。
3. I am lucky for the poetic signature of ancient prose, but my life is lost.
Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
Prosperity is like a dream, and autumn leaves fall
I don't know how long a day will be ten years later, but I didn't feel the shortness of life until I woke up.
Listening to one of your songs, pipa is a heartstring.
Acacia falls into the city of love by the sound of the beam. The city has no doors, and the world of mortals surrounds me all my life.
There are many flowers and rains on the shore, and the vegetation in front of Wangxietang is deep. Like eighteen pagodas, it seems that you are alone by default.
May god grant me love; Till death do us part
-Just one person. For the rest of his life.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Pen to decorate the years, laugh and sigh the world. Spring nourishes things and lives smartly.
Teenagers don't know how to worry, but when they look back, the world turns gray.
Don't let inexplicable pain infect our emotions again.
☆ Flowers bloom and fall mercilessly, and you lead a drunken life.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
Dream back to spring, no one cares about the flowers and the willows.
Hold your hand, drift from place to place, accompany you to tears, always accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you.
Swear to accompany you for a long time before dusk, and accompany me after fainting. I hope I won't waste the love of my life. I won't hate having a lover.
How much beauty is worn away and how much lovesickness is broken. Leaving only blood and ink to watch the crying.
☆ Who let the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred?
With my three fireworks, I will confuse you forever.
It's hard to fall in love, but it's hard to tell the difference between this life and the next.
The chaotic flowers gradually confused the eyes.
Memories such as streamers, horses, horses, groups, songs, unforgettable memories, such as water rising and hibiscus falling, breaking people's intestines.
The cherry blossom courtyard melts the moon, and there is a faint wind in Meitang.
Su Shui, dreaming of the east wind laughing and flying; Xiangsi, wrapped in rain, was pushed by the floor; Ten fingers, twisting needles, caressing yarn and accompanying embroidery.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
Meet you in this life, never give up, and work together.
Love is everything, no commitment is needed. Several degrees in spring and autumn have weakened.
A needle embroidered misty rain, mini, a needle smiled across the mountain without a word, an eyebrow embroidered butterfly, a needle fell, thinking who embroidered tears in my heart.
A little cinnabar between the eyebrows, leaving only blood-stained ink
╰丶丶丶, who is drunk for beauty?
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.
Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.
Drunk in the red chamber, how many people know melancholy? One-night fling, sober, not talking about love.
The prosperity of the old country is no longer today, and Chang' an Tianque has been transformed. I feel very tired at night and I hate it every year.
Yong zhaojun can't return to the ring, and the grass is like smoke beyond the Great Wall. I still hate the moon in Han Palace and keep taking photos of Hu Tian.
What do you hate about Xi Shifu Tea? What do you admire about it? I wish I didn't know Fan Li. I'm still a yarn spinner.
Heaven and earth merge without mountains and tombs, that is, we must dare to break with the monarch.
The new wound will cover the old wound, and the old wound can't be covered or repaired. Only courage is the only self-help weapon.
The wind is very cold at night, and I don't want to close the window, which can always remind me not to think about you, even in my sleep.
It's a mess. It's all flowers. Ask what can be done? It disturbed my heart.
No matter how beautiful the pencil is, it is gray.
I used to miss my love, but I don't love it anymore.
The heart is dry, and the spring breeze is a falling flower. Half a cup of Yuanyang flies away, and a pair of phoenixes is sent to the world.
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If I use a foot of silk thread, can I get the love of your life?
A stone stands by the forgotten river, a well indicates the afterlife, a familiar figure and a face, and the afterlife is a beautiful city.
Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
It's dusk, and the moon is like the first time. I invited the moon to live in the depths of Su Mountain. The hero belongs to me, and my blood turns to dust and dirt, just for a glimpse of you.
If you don't change your daughter, you will look back at her with golden steps, and the vermilion on your forehead will touch wormwood.
Young and ignorant know everything, and the plot begins again and again.
How can you write your heart when the ink is straight, cold and hot?
The persistent flowers have fallen, and the lonely time has faded.
It rained all night, and I had too many worries, so my heart was particularly tasteful, empty and lonely, like rain blowing against the window;
In a good mood and a bad mood, there is nothing to pretend.
Listen, screaming at midnight is great. Look, the neon rain building is so dull. The reality of goods and life is so sad. If we depend on each other, why should we?
Half a cup of mandarin duck, not lonely.
4. Poetic poem "Reading Random Thoughts"
Chu Hsi
As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened,
The sky is full of clouds and shadows.
Ask the canal so clearly,
Because there is inexhaustible living water for it.
The water in a square pond with a size of half an acre is as bright and clear as an open mirror, and the shadows of blue sky and white clouds are reflected on the surface of the pond, as if walking back and forth leisurely. How can it be so clear? Because living water keeps flowing down from the source.
The first two sentences describe the scenery, and the last two sentences discuss the scenery. Questions and answers vividly express the poet's profound and unique reading feelings and implied philosophy.
This is a famous poem that takes scenery as a metaphor. Compared with the square pond, the whole poem vividly expresses a subtle and unspeakable reading feeling. The pond is not a pool of stagnant water, but often full of living water, so it is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds. This situation is quite similar when the same person gets through the problem, gains new knowledge and gains a lot of benefits in reading, and raises awareness. The aura, clear thinking, fresh and lively spirit and self-satisfaction of this poem are the author's personal reading feelings as a university scholar. Although this feeling expressed in the poem is only for reading, it has profound implications and rich connotations, which can be widely understood. In particular, the phrase "ask how the canal is clear, so that there is flowing water from the source" means that the clarity of water is due to the continuous injection of flowing water from the source, which means that if people want to be clear-headed, they must study hard and constantly supplement new knowledge. Therefore, people often use it as a metaphor to constantly learn new knowledge in order to reach a new realm. People also use these two poems to praise a person's achievements in study or art, which has its deep roots. We can also get inspiration from this poem. Only when the mind is always active, open-minded, accepting different ideas and fresh knowledge, and broad-minded, can we keep thinking and keep new water flowing out. These two poems are condensed into a common idiom "the source of living water", which is used to describe the source and motive force of the development of things.
This is also a philosophical poem. After reading it, people often feel suddenly enlightened. In poetry, this inner feeling is described by symbolic means, so that readers can understand the mystery themselves. The so-called "flowing water from the source" means constantly absorbing new knowledge from books.