First, "Spring Scene in Hua Lian"-Su Shi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
No country, no ambition, no ups and downs in the world, no vastness. A small word, a touch of spring scenery, an ordinary alley, but unconsciously tells the whole life.
The theme of this poem is the philosophical relationship between death and rebirth. It is a symbol of death and decline that the residual flowers fall and the willow cotton does not fly. Most poets use falling flowers to hurt spring. Dongpo is not. A natural and unrestrained, broad-minded and suddenly enlightened person regards the residual flowers as a symbol of rebirth, youth, angry apricots and long grass.
However, spring is gone after all. The beauty in the wall is not only beauty, but also this graceful spring, which is all the beauty in the world. This beauty belongs to no one, and you can't keep it. Your goodwill can only be annoyed by her ruthlessness. What we can do is to appreciate her when she is here and tell her later when she leaves that you cherish each other.
Learn the word by heart, at least, you should know that the next sentence of "the grass in the sea is growing" is not "why unrequited love for a flower"
Second, "Buzuo Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"-Su Shi
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.
Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.
It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
This is a word divorced from reality. Su Shi filled it in when he should bow to the world like a human fireworks. Huangzhou is the lowest valley of Su Shi's life and the highest peak of his literary career.
Zhuangzi once said, "I don't know if Zhou's dream is but Zhou's dream is". Su Shi said that the butterfly in Zhuangzi is my goose.
The lack of the moon and sparse trees decorated this night full of regret and loneliness. Quiet people who come and go are also ethereal and lonely. When I am lonely, I want to find, to find an understanding. However, the search result is not sad, and no one can understand his regret. But he didn't bow his head, preferring to pick all the cold branches, preferring to guard the lonely sandbar alone rather than go with the flow. Only Dongpo and Hongyan 'er can have such pride.
Remember this word. At least, you should know that "Cold in Lonely Sand" is more than just a song.
Third, "Ding Fengbo March 7"-Su Shi
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
I only chose Dongpo because I controlled the power of flood in my body. Otherwise, it's possible that ten of them are all his. Love Su Shi too much. In Su Shi's unconstrained style, there are not many countries with mountains and rivers, but many ordinary things.
This is a little thing about getting wet. He said it was nothing to break the forest and break the leaves. When there is sunshine, there will be rain. Sunny days can be fun, and rainy days can be comfortable. I only have a hemp fiber to face the wind and rain, which is enough. Cannabis coconut shell can't stop anything. It is surrounded by cold spring breeze, and there is a warm sunset on the mountain ahead. In retrospect, whose life is neither too hot nor too cold, and who is uncertain?
People who run in a hurry in the face of wind and rain may not get wet and feel a mess.
Learn the word by heart, at least, give yourself an elegant reason for rain.
Fourth, "Langtaosha Drinks the East Wind"-Ouyang Xiu
Drink Dongfeng and relax. Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East.
At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.
It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year.
It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?
Si Kongtu, a man in the Tang Dynasty, said, "I wish the east wind bring wine at dusk, which is easy." Ouyang Xiu only added a word "* * *" in the middle, which is of extraordinary significance.
"* * *" is with people, but also with the east wind. Li Bai invited wine to the moon, and Ouyang Gong held a cup to wish the east wind. What is the east wind? Spring has arrived. What is spring? Very beautiful. What is beauty? It is with people who know each other. Companionship is the greatest beauty, with relatives, lovers, and friends. Unfortunately, gathering and parting are all in a hurry. Therefore, Ouyang Xiu hopes that the east wind will be slower and slower.
Things are always unsatisfactory, but the east wind is still gone. Even if I come back next year, is it still the east wind? Even if the spring flowers are more beautiful next year, will the person holding hands to see the flowers be the one in front of him?
Memorizing this word, at least, laments that things are different, not just the phrase "flowers are similar year after year."
5. "Drunken flowers, misty clouds, sorrow forever"-Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Later generations gave Li Qingzhao a name that many women could not dream of. Li San is very thin. Let's take a look at her slimming cheats.
Thin fog and gloomy clouds can't be dispersed for a long time, but what can't be dispersed is sadness. Another double ninth festival, so I spent it alone; An empty bed is endlessly cold. It's hard to be happy during the day and difficult to fall asleep at night.
After dusk, a cup of bitter wine, accompanied by chrysanthemum without flowers in autumn, makes people lonely and flowers lonely. The rustling west wind blows off flowers and thins people. People are thinner than flowers. The wine is hard to swallow, and the heart is hard to settle.
Memorizing this word, at least, knows that missing is the magic weapon to lose weight.
Six, "Slow Voice, Looking for"-Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
This is the real life without love.
Looking is looking, but I can't find it when I am cold, and I can't find it when I am sad. What is Li Qingzhao looking for? She is looking for her youth, love, old country, hometown and health, but these are all gone. So I've been drinking all my life, and now I'm weak and I can't beat the wind. People used to be thinner than yellow flowers. Now, the flowers are scattered. How long will people have? The most difficult pastime is dusk, but sometimes it rains in Mao Mao, and the phoenix trees are scattered. There used to be a sad word, but now it's hard to get it.
Memorizing this word, at least, knowing how to get a sad word is more worrying than worrying.
Seven, "Yu Ling Han"-Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
No one described this difference more vividly than Liu Yong.
Time: autumn, cold as evidence. Location: Changting, the most suitable place to send each other. No amount of nostalgia is enough to sail and sail, and no amount of words is enough to stare at tears. Since ancient times, sentimental people have been hurt by parting. When leaving, which one is not sentimental? What's more, in this chilly autumn season. Seasons make people sentimental.
Tonight, I drank wine in this Doumen Pavilion, but the Ming Dynasty woke up in the twilight in another country. After this parting, all the scenery in the future is decoration, and all the time is just one day. Without you, even if there are thousands of customs in Qian Qian, who can you tell?
The hardest scene is wanting to stay, and the saddest thing is holding hands and saying nothing. The farthest distance is that you are there and I am here. The deepest pain is that I don't want to talk because I don't have you to listen.
Learn the word by heart, at least, know that the name of Leng Qingqiu in "Golden Powder Family" comes from here.
Eight, "flowers recently, leaning against dangerous buildings"-Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Many people think this is a masterpiece, but I don't think so. Liu Yong's romantic life is true, but there should be more than one person in Liu Yong's romantic life.
Liu Yong's real affair should be his "sparse madness". He paid a heavy price for his "disorientation", wrote lyrics according to orders, and lived a life of food and clothing. It is also because of his "sparse madness" that he had to bid farewell to his lover and left the capital sadly. He climbed the mountain and looked at it from a distance, feeling a kind of spring sorrow. Where is the spring sorrow? In the distant sky. Where he can't see or reach, he has his lifelong pursuit. And this pursuit, but no one understands. Based on this sentence, I think there is more than just a missing person in his spring worries.
In this life, when I was defeated by a madman, I had to get drunk, but the joy of drinking like a song could not make up for the depression I wanted. For her sake, I would like to look haggard, even if I am thin and wide, I have no regrets. Here, she is Liu Yong's spiritual pursuit and everything he hopes to get.
Memorize this sentence, at least, when you do something without regrets, you can sing "I am haggard for Iraq."
Nine, "Jade Case Yuan Xi"-Xin Qiji
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away.
Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Lantern Festival is the most lively Lantern Festival. Just as the east wind blows down thousands of trees and flowers, the sky is full of stars and the fireworks are so gorgeous. A daughter's BMW, a luxurious carved car, is not dust, but fragrance. The music was everywhere, and the moon like a jade pot gradually set in the sky, and lantern dance stayed all night.
The women in the street are as beautiful as flowers, wearing the most exquisite clothes and dazzling like lanterns on the Lantern Festival. They walked past me with a smile, leaving a few wisps of fragrance, but none of them were the girls I wanted. Where is the girl I want? I have looked for her a thousand times in this group. Occasionally I turned around and inadvertently saw her standing in a dimly lit place.
If you really think Xin Qiji is looking for a girl, you are wrong. Like the "Iraqi" in Liu Yong's poems, the man in Xin Qiji's works is not alone. Perhaps it is the ideal that he pursues most in his life but cannot realize, or it may be a portrayal of his own transcendental interests. In short, it is to turn an invisible thing into tangible.
Learn the word by heart, at least, every time you "Baidu", you should know that "Baidu" also comes from this word.
Ten, "Qiao Yun"-Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Thin clouds change in the air, and meteors convey the hatred of acacia. Finally, on this night, they quietly crossed the distant galaxy. An encounter in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those marriages that have been together. Tenderness is like water in the Milky Way, and it's like a dream to meet each other late. When leaving, I can't bear to see the way home on the magpie bridge. If it is immortal love, why care about getting along with each other every day?
It is said that Qin Guan is ugly, but his handwriting is so beautiful. In this word, there are lyricism and discussion, gathering and parting, heaven and earth, moments and eternity. Meeting is happy, but with hatred; A brief encounter is cruel, but it is better than being together without love; Meeting is beautiful, but separation is so painful; Who can make a perfect choice between the deep feelings of long-term separation and the dullness of getting along day and night?
Learn the word by heart, at least, don't live up to the words "gentle as water" and "sooner or later" that have been said for so many years.