On Chunjiang Toushi 1. The first seven-character ancient poem in Chunjiang.

Chunjiang mosaic moon Zhang Xuruo

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea.

Chunjiang Zhang Qu Ji

There is no cloud tide level on the riverside, and the heart of the tree is singing.

Pipa/Pipa attracts Bai Juyi

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Step on four lyrics, one of which is Liu Yuxi.

On the riverside, the levee is flat, and the girls on the levee line up in a row.

Send someone to Yi Li, Yueyang.

The garrison of Baling, Wan Li, is by the river, watching the clear water sink in the west.

Send Zheng Gu to Yang Huai.

The spring river is clear and urgent, and the spring rain is dense.

2. beginning of spring's poems

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -[Tang] Li Shangyin's Untitled

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -[Tang] Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. -[Song] Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Worthless"

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? -[Song] Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. [Tang] Wei was in Xixi Chuzhou.

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. -[Tang]' s "Benevolence for Farmers"

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. -[Tang] Meng Jiao's After Graduation

Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang? -[Tang] Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. -[Tang] Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea. -Tang Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

Spring is over, the grass is resting, the scenery in the guest room is beautiful, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is here. -[Song] Su Shi's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Afforestation in Spring"

When the spring breeze is melodious, the small screen hangs a curtain. -[Song] Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

Spring water crosses the stream bridge and disappears by the fence? -[Tang] Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Xia, rainy and sunny night, exquisite day"

3. Chunjiang Poetry

There are 1 1 and the poem by the river, 1, the night view of the river by Song Sushi, the prophet of warm duck by the river, 2, the moonlight by the river by Zhang, 3, the moonlight by the river by Liu Yuxi, 4, the moonless place by the river, the moonlight by the river by Li Kangcheng, and the moonlight by the river by Mei. Peach leaves on the riverside, flowers in the moon, Song Zhoubi's "Spring Secret Song" 8. Man Chun spent a moonlit night on the riverside, and Wumen had four spring outings. Jiao Ruchun, Jiang Yueming and Wang's Four Poems by Zeng Zhai and Zhang (hereinafter referred to as Hou Yan Poems and Ding Mao) 65438+.

4. Are there any poems about Chunjiang River? What is it before the moonlight night on the Spring River?

Spring tide in Lian Haiping, the bright moon on the sea.

So easily, Zhang led us into the beautiful riverside on a moonlit night. On a moonlit night in the spring river, every word contains beautiful thoughts, and every word is saturated with beautiful body odor. Intoxicating bright moon, sparkling lake, clean sky and white sand on the pavilion, the poet painted a beautiful picture with beautiful words. This beautiful scenery has not only become an indelible mark in the poet's memory, but also moved generation after generation in the Millennium, deposited in the blood of Chinese civilization and became an eternal classic. "The color is not charming, fascinating, the scenery is not intoxicating, and people are drunk." I don't know how many literati revel in this virtual scene and the moonlit night by the river.

If the poet stops here and shows the world only one painting, he will be silent. Perhaps, this poem can only be famous for a while, and will soon be lost in the storm of history. The genius of the poet lies in that he does not cling to the beautiful scenery in front of him, but raises a deep meditation on people, the bright moon and the eternal universe. "Who saw the moon first by the river, Jiang Yuezao took photos of people. Endless, passed down from generation to generation, Jiangyue is only similar year after year. " Life goes on from generation to generation, just like the bright moon in the river will never change. The poet's heart is crystal clear and fragile. They often find beauty easily and associate it with the shortness of life and the ruthlessness of years. I think of Li Bai's "Today people don't see Gu Yue, but this month they took photos of the ancients". This elegant poet is arrogant and uninhibited, and when facing the bright moon and nature, his heart is inevitably a little lonely. I think of Su Shi's "Former Red Cliff Fu", the representative leader of the bold school and the down-and-out person in the officialdom, but in the smallness of man and nature, I get a kind of relief and comfort.

The poet began with "white clouds are far away, and the breeze is overwhelming", describing the departure of the wanderer from the homesick woman, and the poet's faint sadness was integrated into the quiet poetry. The poet returned to reality from eternal meditation, thought of wandering around the world, thought of thinking of women in the boudoir, and the transformation in the middle was not abrupt at all. "I don't know how many people return home every month, and when the moon sets, they are full of trees." The poet stopped writing slowly, but let the reader hide the book for a long time. Meaning and beautiful memories are exhausted, but poetry is endless. "The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river", the "shaking feelings" in this sentence-endless thoughts, intertwined with the feelings of moonlight, wanderers and poets, fell on the trees by the river, and also fell on the hearts of readers, which is fascinating.

"Moonlit Night on the Spring River" transcends the previous landscape poems that simply shape mountains and rivers, the philosophical poems that "yearn for the infinity of the universe and mourn the moment of my life", and the love poems that express the feelings of children leaving. Poets have injected new meanings into these common traditional themes, blending poetry, painting and philosophy. They praise the beautiful scenery of nature, eulogize the pure love between human beings, expand their sympathy for homeless women, and combine it with the pursuit of life philosophy and the exploration of the mysteries of the universe, thus merging into a beautiful feeling, scenery and harmony. The poet deliberately hides the profound and beautiful artistic world in a vague artistic atmosphere, and the whole poem seems to be shrouded in an ethereal and confused moonlight, attracting readers to explore the true meaning of beauty.

I remember Zhou told me that poets and philosophers are interlinked. He himself is a vivid example, with the dual identity of a philosopher and a poet. This sentence has been verified again in Zhang. Legend has it that in those days, he was well-deserved for his perfect "Moonlit Night on a Spring River".

5. Poems related to the beginning of the word spring

Poems beginning with the word "Spring" are as follows:

1, the spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is born at sea. -Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" in the Tang Dynasty

2, the warm wind in spring mountain, the curtain of the pavilion is dry, and the willow shakes the courtyard. -Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha Chun" in the Yuan Dynasty

Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? . -Spring Thoughts by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty

4. Where does spring return? Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring went. Call back and live together. -Song Huang Tingjian, "Qingping Music, Where is Spring?"

Appreciation of poems describing spring;

1, "Singing Willow"/"Liu Zhi Ci" by He in Tang Dynasty.

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

2. Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang in Tang Dynasty

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night written by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

6. Flowers in spring

Pipa player's song

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In the tenth year of Yuanhe, he moved to Jiujiang.

County Sima. Next autumn, I will send tourists to Pukou, where they will hear pipa players play in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and tastes pipa in Mu and Cao Ershan; Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play a few songs quickly, and the music was merciful. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of the long sentences, the songs are given to them. Every 6 16 word is called Pipa Xing.

At night, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

Pipa Trip was written in the autumn of the 11th year of Yuanhe (AD 8 16). Bai Juyi was forty-five years old and was appointed as Jiangzhou Sima. Bai Juyi was first left to collect the remains ten years ago, and then he was left to be a doctor. In June of the 10th year of Yuanhe, the forces of the Tang Dynasty sent assassins to stab Prime Minister Wu and imperial envoy Pei Du at the head of Chang 'an Avenue, which caused great controversy in the ruling and opposition parties. A spokesman for the North Korean buffer region army further demanded the removal of Pei Du to stabilize the buffer region's "anti-frontier" heart. At this time, Bai Juyi stepped forward and insisted on recruiting thieves, thinking that otherwise the country would not be a country. Bai Juyi's idea is right, but because he always writes allegorical poems and offends many powerful people in the imperial court, some people say that he is a humble official and oversteps his authority. Plus someone accused him of being Luo Zhi, so he was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima. Jiangzhou is under the jurisdiction of Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province. Sima is the assistant of the secretariat, which sounds good, but in fact, in the middle Tang Dynasty, this position was specially set up for "criminal" officials and was sent to a certain place in disguise for supervision and supervision. This incident had a great influence on Bai Juyi and was a turning point in his ideological transformation. Since then, his early fighting spirit has gradually worn away and his negative emotions have increased.