1. Poems about winter wanderers
.You come from your hometown, you should know the things about your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? 2. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. 3. The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace. 4. The sand in front of Hui Le Feng is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown.
Homesickness, Quiet Night Thoughts, Tang Dynasty, Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops. How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin. Cold Food in Traveling by Tang Lizhong: Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes. The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting. How many outings are there outside the suburbs?
Family love in poetry
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
2. Boil the beans to burn the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps of Poetry")
3. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;
When the sister heard that her sister was coming, she took care of the red makeup;
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When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he was sharpening his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the troops were not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I wanted to write a book full of ideas.
I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
8. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany the person.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on the Winter Solstice Night in Handan")
9. The childish child held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home") 2. What are the poems that describe "the excitement of returning home"
1. "One of Two Odd Letters on Returning Home" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty:
When the young boy left home and his boss came back, his local accent remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Definition: I left my hometown when I was young and returned home only when I was old. Although my local pronunciation has not changed, the hair on my temples has become sparse. When the children in my hometown saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked me: Where did this guest come from?
2. "Tongzhou Dragon Boat Festival" by Yin Yao Fan of the Tang Dynasty:
The crane's hair hangs down to his shoulders for a long time, and he leaves home on the 35th Dragon Boat Festival.
The children were surprised when they saw it, but asked where their hometown was.
Definition: My white hair hangs down to a foot long on my shoulders. It has been thirty-five years since I left home (Dragon Boat Festival). The child was very happy and surprised to see it, but asked which direction is home?
3. "Guisi New Year's Eve Occasionally Comes" by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty:
The laughter of thousands of families is delayed, and the worries are hidden from the outside.
Standing quietly on the city bridge, no one knows it. One star is like the moon for a long time.
Interpretation: Time passed slowly, and the laughter and laughter of each family came faintly from all directions. The man standing high on the stone bridge seemed to be outside the world. He stared at the sky, but for a long time he regarded a star as the moon.
4. "Crossing the Han River" written by Song Zhiwen in the Tang Dynasty:
The audio book outside the Ling Dynasty ends, and the winter returns to spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone.
Definition: Exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year. The closer I got to my hometown, the more timid I became, and I didn't dare to ask about the people who came from home.
5. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year / Arriving Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty:
The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
Definition: The love for one’s son is endless, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches used to sew the cold clothes are densely packed, and the ink marks on the letters home are as good as new.
My mother felt distressed when she saw her son losing weight, and called me to inquire about the hardships of the journey. Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while living abroad. 3. Poems describing the mood of winter
1. "The Bodhisattva Man·The day is frightening and winter is half over" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Winter is about to be half over, The release of An'an coincided with the confusion of crows. The ice merges with the big river, and there is a vast sadness.
Burning marks can be seen in the sky, and drum horns can be seen high on the city. Tomorrow we will approach Chang'an, and our guests are still worried.
Definition:
Strong winds are sweeping across the earth. Winter is already halfway over. I took off my saddle and stopped temporarily. It was dusk and crows were flying around. The Yellow River has been frozen in patches, and the vast expanse is just like endless melancholy.
As far as the eye can see, there are only traces of wildfire. On the high tower, there are drums and horns reaching to the sky. We will arrive in Beijing tomorrow, but there is still no end to the wanderer's worries.
2. "Dade Song·Winter" Yuan Dynasty: Guan Hanqing
The snow is falling, covering the heavy door, and people can't help but lose their souls, which weakens the charm of Jiangmei. This is Jiangshang Village, Qingjiang. Who can look at the lonely boudoir? What a haggard person.
Interpretation:
The heavy snow is falling, covering the heavy door, making people lose their souls, become as thin and haggard as Jiangmei, and lose the charm of the past. Looking up, where is Qingjiang Jiangshang Village? Who will pay attention and condolences when I am left out in the boudoir? What a haggard-looking man standing on the railing looking up into the distance!
3. "Treading on the Shasha·Snow is Like Plum Blossoms" Song Dynasty: Lu Benzhong
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Both the similarity and the dissimilarity are strange. Who knows about the annoying flavor? Please ask me to take the moon from the south tower.
I remember last year, it was the plum blossom season. No one talks about old things. For whom do you get drunk and for whom do you wake up? To this day I still hate to say goodbye.
Definition:
The snow is as white as plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are as crystal clear as snow. Whether they look like it or not, they are all equally beautiful. But this beautiful snow and plum blossoms arouse my sorrow. Who can know this sorrow? Only the bright moon on the south tower is my witness.
I remember that in previous years, it was also a season like this, but I walked in the snow with you to look for plum blossoms. The bright moon shone on both of us. Time passed, people got older, and things became old things, and no one mentioned them anymore. Got it! I got drunk and woke up again, and I woke up and got drunk again, but for whom? Alas, until now, I still regret that I left you so easily!
4. "Ge Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken.
A few families in Yekui heard about the war and were cut down, and fishermen and woodcutters started in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end up in the loess, and people and things are still lonely.
Definition:
Winter is here, and the days are getting shorter and shorter;
The snow in the sky stopped in this cold night.
Before dawn, the local garrison has begun to move, and the sound of horns is rising and falling solemnly;
The star shadows reflected in the water of the Three Gorges are swaying.
News of the war came, and the cries of thousands of households echoed throughout the countryside;
Fishermen and woodcutters sang folk songs in several places.
Historical figures like Zhuge Liang and Gongsun Shu (whether wise or foolish) will eventually end up in the loess;
The loneliness in front of me (referring to outings and comfort among relatives) ) What does it mean?
5. "Winter with Flowers on the Road" Song Dynasty: Zhang Shufang
The Luo Jin is wet but not yet dry, and it is desolate snow. It's hard to fall asleep, and the music and books are gone. The bamboo leaves in front of the window are blown by the strong wind. The cold clothes are so weak that they feel far away, looking forward to the coming of spring. The lonely lamp shines alone, and every word turns into blood. Only plum blossoms know the bitterness and are fragrant. There are thousands of sorrows about separation, and my heart aches when I mention them. Stronger than frost and wind. Thin as a dead branch, no one can tell me.
Definition:
Before the tears on my clothes could dry up, the desolate rain and snow came again. Although my eyes were sleepy, my mind was a mess. She was in a state of insomnia and couldn't sleep at all. My friend, have you ever had the feeling of being silent and losing contact with the outside world?
The biting cold wind whistled wantonly and seemed to be about to break all the bamboo leaves in front of the window. Things are like this, how can people be embarrassed? The green lantern swayed with faint light, reflecting her pale and beautiful face. By the time she finished filling in this question, her slender hands must have been cold.
The emotions of parting and separation are always getting messy after being cut and sorted out. Her heart to return home seemed to be stronger and more urgent than the west wind. On this long cold winter night, she was as thin as a dead branch and had no one to talk to about her sorrows. Only the wisps of faint fragrance that hit her gave her incomparable spiritual comfort when she needed it most. At this time, only Mei Hua understands her best and always relies on her.
Is it true that only on nights like this can a person understand how painful it is to miss him? Is it true that only in this situation can a person know how terrible loneliness is? 4. What are the poems about winter
Report on ancient poems describing winter | 2011-1-1 16:53 Asked by: Brother Jiujiang | Number of views: 27462 times Recommended answer report | 2011-1-1 16:57 Ancient poems describing winter: 1. Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. 2. Plum Blossoms (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. 3. The owner of Furong Mountain who stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow (Tang Dynasty) Liu Changqing The sun sets over the mountains far away, and the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night. 4. "Snowy Night" by Bai Juyi. I was surprised that my quilt was cold and my pillow was cold. I saw the bright window again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. 5. "Snowy Plum" [Song Dynasty] Lu Meipo The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so Sao Renge wrote a review.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms. Snow Queen in the Mountains Zheng Xie (Qing Dynasty) When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light, and the sun is cold. The plum blossom jelly is not dripping from the eaves, a kind of loneliness that is not easy. "Ask Liu Nineteen" Bai Juyi Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove, it's late and the sky is snowing, can you drink a cup? Modern Poetry in the Snow by Feng Zhi Thank God for drawing such a picture. The two of us were drawn on this lonely roadside; the snowflakes are as colorful as a dream, with a frozen river in the middle.
My arms are gray and the sadness of the twilight years, but there is a crimson spring light floating on your face - I thought to myself, if there is a voice in the painting, it must burst out in my heart: "Dear Girl! "You understand my deep meaning deeply, but you don't say a word; all the affectionate and ruthless people, far and near, are floating in the wind and snow without any owner. Finally, I couldn't bear the silence anymore, and used the only voice in my heart to tear the painting apart.
Snowflakes are still as hazy as dreams. In the haze, I can no longer distinguish between you and me. Xu Zhimo, if I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in the air, I would definitely recognize me. The direction - Fei Yang, Fei Yang, Fei Yang - There is my direction on this ground. I don't go to the cold and lonely valley, I don't go to the desolate foothills, I don't go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy - Fei Yang, Fei. Soar, soar, - you see, I have my direction. The beauty is flying in the air, identifying the quiet residence, waiting for her to come to visit in the garden - flying, flying, flying, - ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums! At that time, with the lightness of my body, I gently clung to the hem of her clothes, and got close to her gentle waves of mind - melting, melting, melting - melting into her gentle waves of mind! Rare by Xu Zhimo Rare to be so quiet at night, Rare to be so warm from the fire, even more rare to be silently opposite, a pair of lonely souls! There is no need to prepare a camp, no need to comment, no arrogance, suspicion and hatred, just sitting quietly in front of a fire, just silently counting the watches in the far alley.
Take a sip of water, friend, to moisturize your chapped lips; add a few pieces of coal, friend, and the red flames of the furnace will thank you for your diligence. On a cold winter night, my friend, people only know how to value the rare firewood; in the cold world, a few sympathetic hearts begin to condense. On a winter night, Xin Di sits quietly in front of a red-hot stove, and the luster of the wood makes me look shy. ; Stroking the faded satin, the black cat called softly.
The blinds let in the freshness of the night air, and the stars are close under the pillars of the long corridor; I miss the wind and dust outside the warmth, and the sound of the watch tonight disturbs many passers-by.
Ode to the West Wind by Shelley - O mighty west wind, you are the breath of late autumn. Because of your invisible presence, the dead leaves are fleeing everywhere, just like the devil seeing the wizard, they are running away; those dead leaves, some are black and some are white, some are red and some are yellow, Like a plague-stricken group, Oh, you, West Wind, you let the seeds spread their soaring wings, fly down to the dark winter bed, lie down coldly, like corpses buried deep in the tomb, until your blue The beautiful Yangchun sister returned home in triumph, blowing her horn to the sleeping earth, urging the buds, like driving the grazing sheep, filling the mountains and fields with the fragrant color of life; fierce elf, your presence is everywhere , Oh, listen, you are both destroying and preserving! 2. In your turbulence, in the turmoil of the sky, the chaotic clouds are like falling leaves, from the intertwined trees of the sky and the sea, you shake off the angels who convey thunderstorms and lightning; in the waves of your gas The azure surface is like the strands of shining green hair rising from the head of the Dionysus priestess. From the hazy horizon to the top of the sky, all are covered with curls of the coming storm. You are singing to the dying years. An elegy, the four-sided night, is the vault of a vast tomb, built on the strength you have gathered, but from your solid momentum will burst black rain, electric fire, and hail; oh, Please listen! Third, you wake up the blue Mediterranean from its summer dream. It has been lulled to sleep by the clear water, and it has been lying there, sleeping soundly, beside a stone island in the Bay of Baie. I saw it in my sleep. The ancient palaces and towers trembled gently in the sea waves under the scorching sun. They were all covered with flowers and moss, and the intoxicating fragrance they exuded was indescribable! Seeing you, the waves of the Atlantic Ocean suddenly split to make way for you, and in the depths of the seabed, there are jungles of silt with no pulp in the branches and leaves, and countless sea flowers and corals. Once they hear your voice, one by one Suddenly frightened, trembling, as if robbed, Oh, please listen! 4. If I were a dead leaf that you can blow, If I were a cloud that flies with you, or a water wave that breathes under your power, sharing your strong beating, leisurely, unruly wind, Even if I am not as free as you, or if I can accompany you to roam freely in the kingdom of heaven like in my childhood, even if it is not a fantasy to fly faster than you - then I will never beg you so hard: Ah, roll me up! Like rolling waves, sweeping across fallen leaves, or driving away floating clouds! I leap into the thorns of life, and my blood flows! The burden of time has bound my soul, which is so much like you: agile, proud, and untamed.
5. Use me as a piano, just like that forest, even the leaves around me are also falling! With your wild passion in extraordinary harmony, you made me and the woods play majestic autumn music, sad and sweet at the same time. O violent elf, I hope that your swift souls and mine can be harmonious! Scattering my dead thoughts across the universe, like dead leaves being driven to urge new life. 5. Ancient poems describing winter
Frontier poems are poems that describe the scenery of the frontier and reflect the life of frontier soldiers as their basic content.
Frontier fortress poetry of the Tang Dynasty: The frontier fortress poetry of this period advocates using poetry to reflect the mountains and rivers, the customs and customs of the frontier fortress; to express the will to join the army in the frontier fortress and kill the enemy to serve the country; to eulogize the frontier fortress soldiers who are not afraid of hard work and defend the frontier. The fighting spirit; expressing the desire to defend the enemy and making achievements and the idea of ??settling the border; describing the deep emotions of soldiers and relatives missing each other; satirizing and admonishing the rulers who expanded the territory and opened borders and resorted to militarism. Representative poets include: Wang Changling, Gao Shi, Cen Shen, etc.
Gao Shi's "The Journey of the Songs", Cen Shen's "Baixuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital", Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci", Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress", etc. are all well-known masterpieces. The frontier fortress poems of the Song Dynasty: more express the resentment and depression of having no way to serve the country and the sadness of having no hope of returning home, such as Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman" ("The scenery under the fortress is strange in autumn").
Common images in frontier poems can be grasped from two aspects: first, war-related artifacts, such as flags, drums, stems, guns, horns, chariots, camp gates, beacons, etc.; Places, people, things, such as Loulan, Yinshan, Hanhai, Liangzhou, the Great Wall, Shoujiang City, Yumenguan, Shanyu, Tuguhun, Qiang flute, Hujia, pipa, "Folding Willows", "Falling Plum Blossoms", "Guanshan" "Moon" etc. Liangzhou Ci (Part 1) Zhang Ji In the border town, the geese fly low in the dusk rain, and the asparagus is beginning to grow.
Countless bells are heard far away from Qi, and they should be carried to Anxi by Bai Lian. Zheng Ren resented Liu Zhongyong. Every year, Jinhe returned to Yuguan, and the horses and swords were ringed.
In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains. Seven Songs on Marching to the Army (Part 2) Wang Changling The pipa dances to a new sound, always saying goodbye to the old feelings behind the mountains.
I can’t stop listening to the excitement while the autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. Landscape Poetry Landscape poetry originated from Xie Lingyun in the Southern Dynasty (Song Dynasty), pastoral poetry originated from Tao Yuanming in the Jin Dynasty, and was represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty.
This type of poetry takes landscapes and pastoral areas as its aesthetic object, and casts delicate brushstrokes on the quiet mountains and forests and leisurely fields, creating a pastoral life to express the poet's love for nature, yearning for freedom, and love for freedom. Dissatisfaction with reality, yearning for and love for pastoral life, and a state of leisure, indifference, and contentment. The poetry is timeless and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, simple and natural, and the line drawing technique and the lyrical method of borrowing scenes to express emotions are mostly used.
Migration (Part 2) Tao Yuanming There are many beautiful days in spring and autumn, so I climb high and compose new poems. They called each other after passing the door, and drank some wine.
We all go back to the farm work, and miss each other in our spare time. When I love you, I wear my clothes and talk and laugh endlessly.
This principle will ① be invincible, and it will disappear suddenly without doing anything. Food and clothing must be disciplined②, and I will not be deceived if I work hard.
[Zhengguan] Tao Tao Ling Anonymous The boat crosses the path by the stream, and the water in front of the door is as clear as jade. Green mountains cut off the worldly road, and white clouds fill the ground with no trace.
I said that I can’t find my brother with you, but I can’t find my brother, but it turns out that my family lives next to Guiyang Island. Dongxi Mei Yaochen When I went to Dongxi to look at the water, I sat on the isolated island and the boat was late.
The wild ducks sleep on the shore, enjoying their leisure time, and the old trees are in bloom and have no ugly branches. The short bulrushes are neatly cut together, keeping the flat sand and gravel in a sieve.
Although the love never gets tired of staying, the carriage and horses are tired when I return in the evening. Farewell poems are one of the earliest and most common themes in ancient poetry. They generally describe scenery and express parting emotions according to time and place, thereby reflecting the author's thoughts and feelings.
It is mainly used to express feelings of separation and hatred, or to encourage and encourage, or to express deep friendship, or to express the sorrow of separation. Because farewell is often associated with mountain climbing and water, it adopts a lyrical method that combines emotions with scenery and blends scenes, so it is also called "landscape farewell poem". For example, I have learned "Farewell to Du Shaofu in Shuchuan" (Wang Bo), "Farewell to Meng Haoran" "Guangling" (Li Bai), "Farewell to Dong Da Er" (Gao Shi), "Yulin Ling" (Liu Yong), etc.
Common images in farewell poems include Changting, Nanpu, willows, and fine wine. In addition, they also include: setting sun, west wind, painted corners, partridges, spring breeze, autumn moon, fallen leaves, remaining red, fallen lotus, river, thin Rain, autumn cicada, orchid boat, etc. Willow shoots are green? Send Lu Meipo to Liu Guo. The chrysanthemums are deep in the cup, and the plum blossoms are far away in the corner. They are both in the capital.
Gathering and dispersing in a hurry, there are lonely geese by the clouds and duckweeds on the water. How can you teach people without hurting their feelings? I feel sleepy and frightened several times.
I missed my lovesickness all night long, the dust went with the horse, and the moon followed the boat. Danyang sees Wei off to join the army Yan Wei Danyang Guoli sees off the boat, knowing the autumn of two places in one place.
Looking south of the river and north of the river at night, jackdaws are flying all over the water. Farewell to Chanshui in late spring by Han Cong The green, dark and red colors emerge from Fengcheng①, and the dusk clouds and pavilions reflect the past and present feelings.
Pedestrians should not listen to the water in front of the palace, this is the sound of time flowing away. Poems about things. Poems about things express thoughts and feelings by chanting about natural or social things, and express ambitions by supporting things.
Commonly used techniques: symbolism, analogy, etc. Representative works include Wang Wei's "Lovesickness" ("Red beans grow in the South"), Li Bai's "Egret", Du Fu's "Returning Wild Geese", Lu You's "Bu Shuanzi? Ode to the Plum Blossoms", Yu Qian's "Ode of Lime", Wang Mian's "Ode to the Plum Blossoms" "Mo Mei" and so on, are all famous poems that use natural objects to express one's own aspirations.
Poetry about objects has two major characteristics: 1. It borrows objects for sustenance and expresses feelings. They may express the sorrow of their lofty ideals and the worries of their country; or they may write about their feelings of not being able to appreciate their talents and being late as scholars.
② It is the borrowed thing. It is not only the embodiment of the author's ideals, purpose, and integrity, but also the carrier of the theme and image of the work. Mo Mei Wang Mian The tree at the head of my inkstone washing pond has blooming flowers with faint ink marks.
Don’t let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe. Red Plum Blossom by Su Shi I am afraid of being too sleepy and late to bloom alone.
Pretending to be a red peach and apricot color, there is still a solitary, thin and snowy figure. The cold heart refuses to follow the spring state, and the wine faints on the jade skin for no reason.
Shi Lao didn’t know that Meg was there, and he looked at the green leaves and green branches. Xue Baochai chants the poem "White Begonia". Lin Daiyu chants the poem "White Begonia". Zhen Xun's fragrant figure hides the door in the daytime, holding hands with an urn to fill the moss basin.
The half-rolled Xiang curtain half-closes the door, and the ground ice turns into earth jade for the basin. The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow reveal the soul. The stolen pistils are three-thirds white, and I borrow a wisp of the soul of the plum blossom. I only know that the flowers are more beautiful when they are very pale, and I get no trace of the jade with so much sorrow.
The immortal in the Moon Cave sewed his silk jacket, and the resentful girl in the autumn wiped away the traces of her cry. I wanted to repay the White Emperor with his cleanliness, but Tingting was silent and the day was dark again. I am shy and silent to complain to whom, I am tired of leaning on the west wind and I have already fainted at night. (According to the 37th chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions" published by Du in the second edition of December 1996, published by People's Literature) Poems about chanting history and remembering ancient times Poems about chanting history and remembering ancient times are poets reading history books or traveling. When it comes to monuments, the theme is to chant or comment on historical stories and historical figures, incorporating the poet's unique insights. He uses history to sing his feelings, he uses history to recite people, he uses history to rule history, and he uses history to describe the present. Most of them use concise words and selected images. Integrating feelings about nature, society, and history, they may lament the rise and fall of dynasties, lament the rapid changes of time, or satirize the shameless debauchery of those in power, thus showing that the author has read through all the vicissitudes of life. 6. Poems about going home
1. It has been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. "Lv Ci Shuofang" Tang Dynasty: Liu Zao
Translation: It has been ten years since I left my hometown and stayed in Bingzhou. My returning heart misses my hometown of Xianyang day and night.
2. Where can I get the township letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
"Under the Cibeigu Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Wangwan
Translation: I don't know when the letter I sent home will arrive. I hope that the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.
3. When a young boy leaves home and his boss comes back, his local accent remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown Part 1" Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang
Translation: I left my hometown when I was young and came back only in my old age. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has become thinner. When the children saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from?
4. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Translation: In tonight's music, who hears "Breaking Willows" from his hometown, who will not feel homesick due to this? Woolen cloth?
5. The geese fly south under the Yang Yue, and the rumor ends here. My journey has not ended yet, when will I come back? "Inscribed on the North Station of Dayuling" Tang Dynasty: Questions of the Song Dynasty
In the tenth month of the lunar calendar, the wild geese begin to fly south. It is said that when they fly to Dayuling, they all turn back. The birds don't come in, but my journey has not ended yet and I have traveled far to Lingnan. I really don't know when and when I will be able to return home. 7. What are the poems that describe the mood of a wanderer returning home
1. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan
The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. Chen.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
Translation: A mother’s love for her children is endless. How happy my mother was when I came home during the Chinese New Year! She is sewing cotton-padded clothes for me, with dense needle and thread. She has just received the letter I sent home, and the ink is still fresh. As soon as I met my mother, she lovingly said that I had lost weight, and asked me repeatedly whether it was hard for me to be outside. I lowered my head in shame, not daring to tell her about my wandering situation.
2. "Revelation of Heartfelt Love: Can't Sleep in a Thatched Shop on a Cold Night"
Song Dynasty: Wu Ji
Can't sleep in a thatched shop on a cold night, the waning moon shines on the whip. When the yellow flowers drizzle, we rush to the ferry boat.
The gulls are like snow, the water is like the sky, recalling the past. When I get home, I should be like a child holding my clothes and laughing at me.
Translation: It was freezing cold in the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep alone in a simple hotel. The bright moonlight illuminated me as I got up in the middle of the night and rushed on my way. It was drizzling and the autumn chrysanthemums were in full bloom. I hurriedly caught the ferry home. The gulls are as white as snow and the river is as clear as the blue sky. It reminds me of my hometown. I can't help but imagine that when I get home, the children will grab the corners of their clothes and laugh at my white hair.
3. "One of Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"
Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang
When a young boy left home and his eldest son came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged. decline.
Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Translation: I left my hometown when I was young and came back in my old age. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has become thinner. When the children saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from?
4. "Crossing the Han River"
Tang Dynasty: Questions from the Song Dynasty
The audio book outside the Ling Dynasty is broken, and the winter comes back to the spring.
I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown, and don't dare to ask anyone.
Translation: Exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year. The closer I got to my hometown, the more timid I became, and I didn't dare to ask about the people who came from home.
5. "Wen heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Suddenly it was announced outside the sword that Jibei was being taken over. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.
But seeing where his wife is worried, she fills the book with poetry and is filled with joy.
To sing and drink during the day is to keep youth company for returning home.
That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang.
Translation: Outside Jianmen Pass, good news suddenly spread that the government troops had recovered the northern Hebei area. I was so happy that my clothes were filled with tears. Looking back at my wife and children, my worries have gone away, and I rolled up my poems and books. The whole family was overjoyed. I want to drink and sing and go back to my hometown together. My heart and soul were already flying high, so I walked from Ba Gorge through Wu Gorge, then to Xiangyang and headed straight to Luoyang. 8. Poems describing winter scenery
Thousands of snow peaks are clear in "Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the color is cold.
Like roaring. Sadly, thousands of traces of people are gone.
The scales are broken and the armor is broken, and the sound of breaking bamboo is heard. "Snow at Night" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "Send Off the Eldest Sun to Return to the State" on a Winter Evening The cold weather reminds the day to shorten: the snowflakes are hexagonal, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost. Two sentences describe the scene of flying snowflakes. ”
The bright moon shines on the snow, and the snow has fallen like dust on the rocks. The remaining snow is scattered in the mountains. Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty, "The Master of Chu's House Meeting Bi Shuzi Qian Yuanwailang Shijun" (a poem by Zhang Ji) Who will pile up the flat ground? Snow. Questions from the Tang and Song Dynasties "What should be done if there is snow in the garden" The sound of water is ice and swallowed.
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Three Million Jade Dragons Are Defeated: "When the earth strives for luxury in spring, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed, the ears of rice are as soft as cotton, and the north wind is so miserable: Yu Baixue, it is suspected that the forest flowers bloomed in the courtyard last night. Yiyi: Jilu You came from your hometown.
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty, "To the Snow", I know the snow is heavy late at night: white, open the door, snow is all over the mountain, the mountains are frozen and the clouds are not flowing. Qing·Hong Sheng, "Snow Look", Meng Dong in the south of the Yangtze River. Han·"Ancient Poetry Tongtong's Solitary Willow" The cold wind destroys the trees.
Qiongzhi: "All the frozen springs will be swallowed. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty The severe winter does not kill the cold, the frost will freeze on the court Lanhan·Yuefu ancient poem "Ancient poem written by Jiao Zhongqing's wife" The sad wind at the end of the year: The fingers are stiff.
Meng Dong should know about his hometown: "I am surprised that the quilt is cold. Thick ice without cracks: "What does the white snow look like?
The green silk and plantains are cracked, the wind and waves are with the clouds. Du Fu's "Reminiscences of the Past in Gong'an County" of the Tang Dynasty. The setting sun is sparse on the sparse bamboos." Thousands of birds flying across the mountains are defeated. The scales and armor of flying jade dragons are all over the sky, hitting the bamboo, and the clothes are covered with snow. They are cut and carved to form a series of smallpox, especially in the Luoyang Garden. They are clean and desolate in the eyes.
" Swirling bead curtains pass over the white wall: the bamboo branches are like white jade because of the snow: the first month of winter: cold and cold, thousands of Usnea trees and thousands of clouds. Yuan Zhen's "Snow in the Southern Qin" When six flying flowers enter the house, sit down Watching the green bamboos turn into green branches: fierce.
Leaning on the pine trees in the middle of the night: dark. Miserable: describing the dancing of snowflakes like scales falling one after another.
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. "Reminiscing about the Snow at Hu Jushi's House in the Winter Evening" I don't know that the snow in the courtyard is falling now. "Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty" "The frost is severe and the clothes are broken"
I know that the snow is heavy at night, and the golden oranges and pomelo are hanging. "North Wind Travel" Clouds are low and dusk: North wind, I see the light in the window again: It is very cold, I chant the cold even more
Yin, the new wind is strong and sad, the sandy road is flat in the snow. "Reward" by Liu Changqing. "On the way to visit the state at night, Zhang Xiaxue wrote a green vine path, and cut it into two poems of "Li Hua" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. In the eyes, there is a cold light in a short time:
Han Dynasty "Ancient Poetry Meng Dong's Cold Weather Arrives" The cold wind blows to my bones, blowing off the Xuanyuan Terrace one after another: the snowflakes falling in the courtyard, the severe frost cuts into my muscles: the spring water is not flowing smoothly due to the freezing, and I choke even harder when I groan in the cold : Shao: It's so sad that you can't point your finger straight: there are no rows, the sky is full of snow, and the snowflakes are as big as your hands. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Mocking Wang Liyang for Reluctant to Drink" The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as mats, and the snow in the cold river is fishing alone. /p>
"Bitter Cold Song" by Liu Jia of the Tang Dynasty.
"Snow" by Huang Geng of the Yuan Dynasty. >
Hope. Thousands of bamboo shoots and jade trees
Volume 54 of the first volume of "Tiaoxi Yuyincong Hua" by Song Dynasty is quoted in "Xiqing Poetry" written by Zhang Yuan. 》Poetry: The moon is bright and the wind is full of snow.
The lone boat and the coir raincoat: the whirling wind. · Tao Yuanming's "Written in the middle of the twelfth month of Guimao year and respecting my younger brother" The difference in the air of spreading salt can be imagined: singing, the wind is returning with the rapid snow dance, the difference in the air of spreading salt can be imagined, not like catkins blowing up due to the wind: According to legend, The place where the Yellow Emperor captured Chi You was called "Snowflake" by "Liu Chu": describing the flying snow. Xie Lingyun of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Sui Duo", the wind shook the bamboo across the window:
There was a rustling sound in front of the window. There is a sound, and the wind is against the direction of the geese, so how can we see the Yangchun chill? Jiangnan·Meng Dong Tang Xie Liangfu's Miscellaneous Poems Tang Wangwei Category
Tang Dynasty·Meng Jiao's "Bitter Cold Song" Only then can I see the clouds covering the top of the mountain. · Li Shangyin's "Two Poems on Snow" All the frozen springs swallowed the cold air of Meng Dong.