Tang zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
Revisit the Temple of Yuzhi in Gusu.
Don Xu Hun
Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Duwujiang
Dondum
When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.
The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.
Wuyue Huaigu
Tang Liyuan
Gusu lost, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely.
Xia Feng blows the old city, and the moon shines on the trees and misses moths.
Send someone to visit Wu.
Don Du Xunhe
The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.
Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.
(Meng Haoran)
The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
(Du Fu)
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Foreign night
(Du Fu)
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou
(Meng Haoran)
Monkeys whimper in the dark mountains, and the river rushes in the dark.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
One autumn night, I was listening to Qin Cheng's poems.
(Han Yi)
When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn pale with the autumn moon.
I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
2. Who knows that the simplest poem about the night scene is "The thread at the foot of my bed is so bright ..." (Silent night thinking-Li Bai) Hehe. Poems about night scenes: (1) Stay overnight in the mountains of Zen master Ye, waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and one valley after another is hazy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
3. What poems describe the night scene? 1,
Overlooking the night scene
Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli
Two winters, three times,
Sleep longer at night. The crescent moon has no light, and the lake has light.
There was a snow last night and a frost today, and the barking of dogs on both sides of the strait made people very busy.
There is nothing in the dead of night, which makes people want to sleep.
Suddenly, there was water outside the fishing boat, and a wave of wind and rain hit.
In the world of mortals, Dongwu returned to the East.
Lourou spent the night in Liuli. Who said there was no water palace?
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Night view of West Lake
Year: Song Author: Zeng Yuji
There are flowers everywhere, and there is nothing to do with leisure and no fragrance.
Back on the boat, while it was cool at night, Shili Lake was immersed in the sun.
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Nanxiang Zi Yuan has a book at night.
Year: Song Author: Zhao
The night scene of the Yuan Dynasty is very sad. Wanjiu District.
Beat the black bean soup with a hammer and sell it. There are ten thousand beads in the nectar cup.
This should be hard work. Braised musk deer is very expensive, chef.
Tanabata is not made of yellow wax, you know? I want the round sugar at the bottom to float.
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night scene
Year: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang
Full court Songtao Guiyu, Song Yun is Shu string. The black rabbit doesn't know much about the world.
The stars look like a peaceful year. Where there is a flute to blow the heat, there is a double anvil to break the evening smoke.
In order to ask Mingyue about her sadness, Su E burst into tears.
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Douliang night scene
Year: Song Author:
The mighty Yellow River is flowing, and Nanshan Peak is opposite.
Blue lights covered the city, and it was cold in Huai, Bai Yue that day.
Wine market fans, painted floor lights are darker and more disabled.
The old guests on board have nothing to do and stay overnight.
4. Poem 1 About the scenery of the moonlit night, Li Bai meditates on the night.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
2, "Jade Family" Tang Libai
Her jade-white stairs are cold with dew, and her silk soles are wet. She lingers behind the closed window for so long. Why is she still waiting and looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? .
3, "Qiupu Song XIII" Tang Libai
The Lushui in the moon is pure and plain, and egrets fly in the moon. Lang listens to the night song of the girl picking Ling.
4, "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Tang Libai
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one was with me until I raised my cup. I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
5, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Libai
The moon is high in the sky, the sea of clouds is boundless, and the wind has blown Yumenguan battlements for thousands of miles.
China's army marched along Deng Bai Road, while the Tatar army stared at the blue waters of the bay, because there was no famous battle in history that sent all its soldiers back.
The soldiers turned around and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes, thinking of those people who were tossing and turning in the upstairs room tonight and couldn't rest.
5. What are the poems about "Night Scene"? 1. Frosty night and Jiang Feng are worried about fishing and sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. -From the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: At the moon setting, crows crow and it's cold all over the sky, sadly sleeping on the maple fishing fire by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.
2, Wu Ye sends a cold sound, and the autumn wind moves on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. -From the Song Dynasty: Ye Shaoweng's "What I See in the Night Book"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The autumn wind blowing in the rustling leaves of the phoenix tree brings chills, and the autumn wind blowing from the river makes me miss my hometown when I am in a foreign land. Several children at home are still playing cricket in high spirits! The light is still on in the dead of night, and I refuse to sleep.
The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. -From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-mast boat is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.
4. I have been so surprised that my pillow is cold and the window is bright and clean. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. -From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Snow at Night
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The pillow lying at night was like ice, which surprised me. I saw the window illuminated by the light in the snow. I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.
5. In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. -From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights and Sending it to Du Langzhong"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the moonlight shines in the yard in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the ground seems as white as a layer of frost and snow. The birds in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si?
6. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu praised the night scene poem1in Autumn Night;
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
The candlelight of the silver candle reflects the barren painting screen, flapping fireflies with a small fan. The stone steps in the night are as cold as cold water, and you sit still and stare at the cowherd and weaver girl on both sides of the Tianhe River.
2. Modern Wang Guowei's Liang Zhu One-way Canglang Pavilion Outer Road;
One-way Canglang Pavilion outer road, six bends withered, curved poplar.
Show off a thousand strands of goose yellow, fog in the middle of the month.
A cloud is nowhere to be found, and there are rare stars in the cloud that don't flow away.
It is wrong to close a small window, and so is the night on earth.
Interpretation: Visit the scenery outside Canglang Pavilion alone. Poplar trees are planted beside the curved railings. They spread out thousands of branches, and the color of goose yellow is like mist in the moonlight. I can't find the clouds in the sky, but the sparse stars in the clouds don't move with them. Usually I study hard behind closed doors, which really lives up to the night here.
3. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Interpretation: After the new rain, the valley is empty and fresh, and the weather in early autumn and evening is particularly cool. The bright moon reflects the quiet pine forest, and the clear spring water flows on the rocks. The girl in the bamboo forest came back from washing with a smile, and the lotus leaves swayed in the canoe. Although the beauty of spring has faded, autumn scenery in front of us is enough to make people linger.
4. Autumn Nocturne by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty;
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Interpretation: At the beginning of the month, the autumn dew is already thin. Wear thin clothes and don't change his clothes. The long night was full of affection for Yinzheng, and I was afraid of being alone and couldn't bear to go into the house to sleep.
5. Sleeping at Jiande by Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty;
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Interpretation: When the ship docked in a foggy continent, new worries flooded the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
7. A poem describing the night scene, Tang's "Appreciating Dreams on a Frosty Night and Seeing Arms Around the Moon", is a sad winter night scene, shaking off perennial feelings. The moon is full of new frost, anvil and distant geese. Warm pity fire is near, cold sleep is light. Enjoy a good sentence on the pillow, and poetry will not become a dream. After the rain, Tang Kongshan stood in the moonlight on an autumn night. In the pine forest, there were glittering stones in the stream, there were whispers from the washerwomen who came home among the bamboos, there were lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat, and my friend's prince, spring has passed. What does it matter if you are here? . In the autumn night, Wang Wei was born in Qiu Wei, but she lost weight and didn't change her clothes. Yin Zheng worked hard for a long time, but his heart was afraid to leave the room. In the middle of the night, a bright moon hangs high in the capital of Qiu Ge Tang Libai, with ten thousand hammers beating on the ground, and the autumn wind blows my heart, heading for Yumenguan forever. When will the Tatar army conquer and my husband return from the Long March? . Xie Tiao North Building, Xuancheng, Autumn, Tang Libai's picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains are clear, the rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge. Old phoenix tree in autumn. Who goes to the north building, the breeze makes him feel grateful. "Sleeping at Jiande" Tang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, at dusk, ancient memories began to emerge: how vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how clear the moon in the water is! Climb the Qiulan Mountain, Zhang Haoran climb the North Peak and the white clouds, and you find your seclusion. He stood at each other, climbed high, and his heart flew with the geese. When he is worried, he gets up in autumn. When he saw the villagers, he crossed the river to have a rest. The trees on the horizon are like a moon. * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen and shook a small fan to fly. The night is as cold as water, sitting and watching the morning glory and Vega. Tang Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" In the wide sky and high wind, the apes and birds return to clear lake, and the white sand leaves fall like waterfalls. I think the long river is rolling for three thousand miles. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. Bitter and bitter, I hate countless frosted temples and new glasses.
8. Poets who write night scenes: Wei Zhuang Song Guitian, Song.
The black rabbit doesn't know much about the world, and the stars look like a peaceful year. Where there is a flute to blow the heat, there is a double anvil to break the evening smoke.
In order to ask Mingyue about her sadness, Su E burst into tears. Spending the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, one valley after another is hazy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
9. The poem "Mu Jiang Yin" describing the night scene is Tang? Bai Juyi sprinkled the sunset on the water, and the river rustled and the river was red.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. The writer is Bai Juyi, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty.
This poem describes the river scenery from sunset to night in late autumn. The first two sentences capture color to describe the magnificent scenery of the river at sunset, and the last two sentences capture the characteristics of things and write the beautiful moonlight scenery by the river.
This poem expresses the poet's happy mood and love for nature. Zhang's Moonlit Night on the Spring River and Zhang's Moonlit Night on the Spring River: Appreciation of Tang Poetry Author: Love Poetry Network 2004-1127: 52:15 Browse: 83844 Related information: spring tide is here, the moon is born on the sea.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Moon Night on the Spring River, praised by Mr. Wen Yiduo as "the poem in the poem, the peak on the peak" (the redemption of palace poems), has fascinated countless readers for more than 1000 years.
Zhang Yisheng left only two poems, which were also "a lonely poem, but it was written for everyone". The title of this poem is very attractive.
Spring, river, flowers, moon and night, these five things embody the most touching beauty of life and constitute a fascinating and wonderful artistic realm. The poet began to compete with the topic, and the topic came to life at the beginning. On the riverside, he drew a magnificent picture of a moonlit night: the river was in the sea and the moon was in the tide.
The sea here is empty. The river tide is boundless, as if connected with the sea, with great momentum.
At this time, a bright moon was born with the tide, and the scene was very spectacular. A word "destiny" gives the bright moon and the tide a fresh life.
The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, where is it not on the bright moon river! In spring, the river winds around Yuan Ye, where flowers and plants are everywhere, and the moonlight falls on the flower trees like a layer of snow. The poet is really a unique skill of Dan Qing. With a slight stroke, he touched the strange "flowers" in the moonlight by the river.
At the same time, he skillfully paid the title of "Moonlight on a Spring River". The poet's observation of moonlight is extremely subtle: moonlight washes away colorful things in the world and turns the world into a dreamy Yin Hui color.
So "first frost doesn't fly" and "white sand can't be seen", only the bright moonlight. Delicate brushwork creates a mythical and wonderful realm, which makes the moonlit night by the river look extraordinarily beautiful and quiet.
These eight sentences, from big to small, from far to near, gradually condensed on a lonely moon. The clear universe of heaven and earth seems to make people enter a pure world, which naturally causes the poet's reverie and meditation: "Who sees the moon by the river?" When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? "The poet leaps forward in thought, but closely connects with life and explores the philosophy of life and the mystery of the universe.
This kind of exploration has existed in ancient times, such as Cao Zhi's Looking at Ying Shi: "Heaven and earth have no end, life is like frost", and Ruan Ji's "Life is dusty, and Heaven has grace", etc., but the theme of the poem is mostly to feel that the universe is eternal and life is short. Zhang is unique here. His thought did not fall into the trap of predecessors, but turned out a new way of thinking: "There is endless life after life, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year."
Personal life is fleeting, but human existence is long-lasting, so the "endless" life and the "year after year is only similar" moon can be * * *. This is a comfort that the poet feels from the beautiful scenery of nature.
Although the poet is temporarily sad about life, it is not decadence and despair, but because of his pursuit and love for life. The keynote of the whole poem is "mourning without hurting", which enables us to hear the echo of the voice of the early Tang Dynasty.
"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water" is closely related to the "only similarity" in the previous sentence. Life goes on from generation to generation, so does Jiangyue every year.
A lonely moon lingers in the sky as if waiting for someone, but it will never come true. In the moonlight, only the river rapids are rushing away.
With the flow of the river, poetry is full of waves, pushing poetry to a more far-reaching realm. There is enmity between Jiang and Yue, and running water is ruthless. The poet naturally turned his brushwork from the natural scenery in the first half to the image of life, which led to the separation of men and women in the second half.
The four sentences of Baiyun are always written in the moonlight on the riverside, thinking about the feelings of his wife and wanderer. "Baiyun" and "Qingfeng Spectrum" are lyrical.
The floating white clouds symbolize that the whereabouts of the "boat" are unknown. "Qingfeng Pu" is a place name, but "Feng" and "Pu" are often used as other scenery and places in poetry.
The words "whose home" and "where" have different meanings. It is precisely because of more than one place that the poet put forward such a question, a kind of acacia, which led to the separation of the two places, one after another, poetic ripples, twists and turns. The following eight "poor" sentences bear the sentence of "where" and write about thinking about leaving people's memories.
But the poet doesn't directly think about a woman's sadness and tears, but uses the "moon" to set off her nostalgia, and the sadness and tears come out. The poem personifies the "moon" and the word "wandering" is extremely vivid: first, the clouds are swimming, so the light and shadow are uncertain; Second, the moonlight lingers upstairs, pitying the thinking woman.
It wanted to accompany Sifu and relieve her troubles, so it sprinkled soft light on the dresser, on the jade curtain and on the anvil. Unexpectedly, I miss my wife more than anything.
She tried to get rid of the annoying moonlight, but the moonlight "rolled away" and "brushed back" and attached to her sincerely. Here, the two spoony actions of "rolling" and "brushing" vividly show the anxiety and confusion of thinking about women.
The feelings caused by moonlight deeply troubled her. At this moment, isn't the moonlight shining on the lover in the distance? * * * Looking at the moonlight, caressing your arm.