If you can't sleep like silk, you can't sleep like a lonely pillow. Listening to the midnight rain in Zisai, but remembering the midnight lights in the Red Chamber,
The book is solemn, and the hatred is clear, which will make the sorrow taste affectionate. Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is cold.
Virtue is also crazy. Occasionally, I went to Beijing, and my family was black. There is wine but Zhao Zhou soil, who will have this intention. If you don't believe in the truth, you will become bosom friends. The young eyes are singing before they are old, and they respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
*** You must be intoxicated tonight. And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboo. Why do you ask about your long life experience? Just sneer at it. Think about it and repent from the beginning. One day, I am robbed in my heart, and I am afraid that I will be married in my life. However, the promise is heavy, and you must remember it.
golden melody
who will stay here again? Sighing about life and breaking up several times will make you late. I remember the candle at the west window most, but I talk about the rain at home. No, just get together for a while. The trees of the Yangtze River are rustling, and the distant sky and the white geese are sent to mourn. Under the yellow leaves, autumn is like this.
attribution adds a lot of sadness. The material is strong, the smoke is cold, and the moon is cold. I am sad that you are down and out, but I haven't met Xiao on my temples. Have a memory, Chang' an children. It's too late for us to get started, and it's only when we believe in the past that the truth is negative. Life hate, * * * who language.
If you like Nalan, go and see "Tao was unusual at that time". The whole book is about him. Very good. My classmates all like it very much! 2. What are the poems about acacia in Nalan's poetry collection?
The butterfly loves flowers hard and feels most pity. Every day in the sky is like a ring and evening (next to jade). If it is like a full moon, it is easy to get rid of the snow and ice, and it is easy to get rid of the dust. Swallows still tread softly on the curtain hook and say, "Sing the autumn grave and worry about it." One more snow, one more crack, and the dream of hometown is broken. There is no such sound as a dream, which makes people drunk, and the stars are crumbling to their dreams. The wolf river is smashed by the sound of the river, and they still sleep and sleep. It's boring to wake up in Huanxisha. Who reads the west wind alone, and the yellow leaves are cold and rustling, and the window is closed to meditate on the past? The setting sun is set by the wine, Mo Jing-chun, and the gambling book is heavy. At that time, the only way was to splash tea. If life is just like what happened at first sight, the autumn wind is sad, the painting fan is idle, but the heart is old, and the heart is easy to change. Let's talk about the night and rain, and the bell will never complain about what it is like. On the same day, I hope that Bodhisattva will blow away the night snow and Qian's soul will still love the peach blossom and the moon dream, so don't wake up. Listen to the red ice on the corner of the painting for no reason, thin the horse, hiss the residual star, brush the flag, pick mulberry seeds, cool and dew, and make Hunan strings moist and Who shakes the curtain of the flower tip and dances wicker on the silk [Kun bird] dressing case opens the frequency to cover the sandalwood powder, and the tears are like a flood. Last night, the fragrant lotus felt that the dream was far away and the white clothes stood cool with the bamboo column [walking and sitting]. The west point of the temple frost was slightly old, Yan Zhijun returned to the disabled, and the book was even more broken. Knowing perfectly well that since then, there has been no plan to say that the happy period is so different, and who turns over the bleak music style of Yuefu in the west? There is also a rustling rain and a rustling thinness. Another night in snuff, I don't know what's going on, and I'm awake, bored, drunk and bored. I've never been to Xie Qiao, and I'm ashamed to be heartless. I'm grateful to the east wind for blowing off Jiao Hong and flying into the window with regret. Who pities the hard work, Dongyang is thin, and spring is careless and not as good as Furong. The cold place is thick and the family courtyard is broken, and the moon is carved and carved. The monthly silver wall does not distinguish the flowers from the petals of incense. This situation has become a self-contained memory. It was a dream eleven years ago that there was a cold willow flying in Linjiang. Where is the layer of ice and snow? It is even colder to love him. The moon is so haggard and related. The most important thing is to remember that the dream of a spring mountain and a skirt is intermittent. How much do you hate blowing in the west wind? Don't spread your eyebrows, bend the wine fountain, thank you, but sip the moon, like water, and the fragrance disappears, especially if you don't sleep early. Crows crow tender and cold, rogues wear thin clothes and rest, and the corner is the most depressing. The lights are going to fall, geese are flying, the waves are shining, the red shadows are wet, and the windows are thin and the spring is full. 3. Nalan Rong Ruo's poem about missing his dead wife
1. He misses his wife, sees things and thinks about people, and is full of sadness and sadness. "This feeling has been recalled by itself, and it is scattered, and the rain is cool. It was a dream eleven years ago."
In the season of falling flowers, he looked at his eyes and remembered the benefits of his dead wife. "One generation of two people in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia don't look at each other, who is the spring? "
Rong Ruo's eulogy was written with tears and blood in every word, which was unbearable to read. "Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't last, and you win a deeper cry."
He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and missed his dead wife. "If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice.". Swallows fly back again. Swallows are still the swallows of last year, but people have already gone to another world. "It's easy to die without that dust, but swallows are still the same," said the soft curtain hook.
2. Butterfly Lovers
Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past has become a sigh. If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice.
it's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow remains, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow did not rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
(This poem was written by Rong Ruo in mourning for his dead wife. The tone of the words and expressions is mainly blue and white, revealing a feeling of elegance and sadness. It is almost a sigh that the beautiful things in the world are too short, and I hope that youth and love can be eternal. )
3. Looking at Haitang in Fengshi Garden in the western suburbs
Who is not pitiful? The old tour season was so beautiful that heartbroken people have gone since this year.
it's all red and suspicious of rain, and the evening breeze suddenly sweeps away the clouds on the temples, and the soul is gone before sunset.
picking mulberry seeds
Now I'm wrong at that time, my mood is sad, my eyes are full of tears, and my eyes are full of spring breeze.
Knowing perfectly well that I have no plan since then, I insist on a happy period.
Dear, remember to adopt it. 4. Nalan Rong Ruo's poem about missing his dead wife
He misses his wife and thinks about people when he sees things. "This feeling has been recalled by itself, and it is scattered, and the rain is cool. It was a dream eleven years ago."
In the season of falling flowers, he looked at his eyes and remembered the benefits of his dead wife. "One generation of two people in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia don't look at each other, who is the spring? "
Rong Ruo's eulogy was written with tears and blood in every word, which was unbearable to read. "Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't last, and you win a deeper cry."
He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and missed his dead wife. "If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice.". Swallows fly back again. Swallows are still the swallows of last year, but people have already gone to another world. "It's easy to die without that dust, but swallows are still the same," said the soft curtain hook. 5. Nalan Rong Ruo's poem about missing his dead wife
1. He misses his wife, sees things and thinks about people, and is full of sadness and sadness.
"This feeling has been recalled by itself. It was like a lonely mandarin duck, and it was cool after a rain break. It was a dream eleven years ago." In the season of falling flowers, he looked at the red eyes and remembered the benefits of his dead wife. "One generation and two people in a lifetime compete for two ecstasy.
if you don't meet each other, it's spring for you. " Rong Ruo's eulogy, written with tears and blood in every word, is unbearable to read.
"Dreams are hard to stay, but poems can't last, so win a deeper cry." He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and missed his dead wife. "If the moon is bright at the end, I will not hesitate to make snow and ice hot."
Swallow flies back again. Swallow is the same as last year, but people have already gone to another world. "It's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow is still there," said the soft curtain hook. 2. The butterfly lovers are the most pitying for the sky and the moon, and the past is like a ring, and the past has become a sigh.
if the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to make snow and ice hot. It's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
after singing the autumn grave, the spring bush recognizes the amphibious butterfly. (This poem was written by Rong Ruo in mourning for his dead wife. The tone of the words is mainly blue and white, revealing a feeling of elegance and sadness. It is almost a sigh that the beautiful things in the world are too short, and I hope that youth and love can be immortal. )
3. Who is pitiful to see begonia in Fengshi Garden in the western suburbs? The old tour season was so beautiful that heartbroken people have gone since this year. A faint red is suspected of rain, and the evening breeze suddenly sweeps away the clouds, and the soul is gone before sunset.
Today, picking mulberry seeds is wrong at that time, and my mood is sad, my eyes are dripping with red tears, and my eyes are full of spring breeze. I know that there is nothing to do after that, and I insist on a happy period, and I will be like this. Dear, remember to adopt it. 6. What are the poems about "tears" in Nalan Ci?
The poems about "tears" in Nalan Ci are as follows:
1. When the Lishan dialect stops at midnight, the tears will rain and rain. -
2. In the courtyard of the slender moon at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears. -
3. What line of a tearful red note tells people that charming birds are afraid to open the window, so they will have a better time. The barrier is tired of looking at gold and jade paintings, and Luo Yi is not resistant to water and agarwood. The slant eyebrow spectrum is only ordinary. -
4. Who is the bosom friend all night? Like a dream, it's hard to write a song while worrying. The sky is closed in the clouds, and people follow the geese to the west wind. Call for red lapels and green sleeves, and don't teach tears to shed heroes. -
5. The horse head looks at the green hills, and it is so prosperous. Again, to cut off the smoke and decline the grass, recognize the inscription of the moss tablet. Don't look for a broken halberd. In those days, you only shed tears of sadness in autumn. Under the Ming Tombs on an oblique day, I went hunting and riding in Xinfeng. -
6. Sai Hong has gone. When will the inscription be sent? I remember pretending to endure tears before the lamp, but I asked if the Ming dynasty was ok. Don't come a few degrees, falling leaves pile up. A kind of Han Xiao dreams, desolate, after all, because of who? -
7. It's windy outside the curtain, enjoying the Han Xiao season. Just half of the autumn is left, and the moon is fading through the curtain. Fighting to teach tears is not ice, and the benefits are lighter. It is planned to leave the injury out of the mood and wait for Han Xiao to say it again. -
8. If you learn from the iron stone, you will cherish every flower you see. Tears are hard to disappear, and a drop of smoke damages a jade. Pity Iraq is too cold, add a paper window to sparse bamboo shadow. Remember acacia, when Huan Pei returns to the moon. -
9. The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have no words to ask for clothes, and the moon has gone west. The west wind blows in the weft, and you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to shed tears. -"Bodhisattva Man's crystal curtain is sad and white"
1. Leave spring to live for the spring, and it is forbidden to rush back to the rain for half a moment. Cherry is sold in the deep alley, and the rain is more charming. At dusk, the tears are clear, and the flowers are drifting. With the sound of warbler, the east wind is in March. -"Bodhisattva Man, Stay in Spring for the Spring Sorrow"
11. Hazel Jing is full of mountain roads, and Zheng Hong does not live for the sad people. Where is Chang 'an, wet clouds blow rain and cold. My heart is about to break, it should be tears of sadness in autumn. There are many tears in the guest, but there is nothing to do when I return. -"Bodhisattva Man Hazelnut Eyes Full of Mountain City Road"
12. In the new cold, wine knocks on the window and rains, and the fragrance is lingering in autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, and the blue is wet. -"Bodhisattva Man, New Cold Wine Knocks on the Window Rain"
13. Tears are silent, only regretting the past. -"Nanxiangzi Inscription Photo for the Dead Woman"
14. It's more bitter to be apart from others because of the wind and rain. Counting the autumn, the toad lays the early chord. The night was cold and shocked, and tears fell with snuff. Sadness is everywhere, and light dust is on the jade piano. -
15. The tears are silent, and I only regret the past. -"Nanxiangzi tears but silence" 7. Poems about the poet's yearning for his lover
"The Book of Songs? Nan Zhou? Guan pheasant Guan pheasant dove, in the river state.
a gentle and graceful lady is a gentle and graceful gentleman. Mixed Nymphoides, from left to right to salvage it.
my fair lady, please ask for it. The pursuit can not be obtained, the day night will always miss her.
leisurely, tossing and turning. Mixed Nymphoides, from left to right to pick it.
my fair lady is my friend. Nymphoides, from left to right to pull it.
my fair lady, the bells and drums make her happy. Guanju is the beginning of Feng and the first article of The Book of Songs.
The ancients ranked it at the top of 3 articles, indicating that it was highly valued. Historical Records? Family of consorts once wrote: "The Book of Changes is based on Gan Kun, the Book of Poetry begins with Guan Ju, and the Book of Books is beautiful ... When couples are together, humanity is great."
Han Shu again? The Biography of Kuang Heng records that Kuang Heng sparse clouds: "At the time of matching, the beginning of people's life is the origin of all blessings. The ceremony of marriage is right, and then the goods are fulfilled and the destiny is complete.
Confucius' comments on Poems generally begin with Guan Ju. ..... The first of this discipline is the end of Wang Jiao. "
Their focus is pedantic, but their summary of the original meaning of the poem is basically correct. The question is what kind of marriage it represents.
This is related to our understanding of The Wind. The preface to Zhu Xi's Biography of Poems says: "The so-called wind of poetry mostly comes from the works of alley ballads, and the so-called men and women sing songs, and each expresses his feelings."
Zheng Qiao's annals? Lelue? Preface to Positive Tone says: "Poetry lies in sound, not in righteousness. Even today, there are new voices in cities and towns, and the streets compete for songs. Is it the beauty of its meaning?" Straight for its new ears. " Zhu Xi discussed it from the poetic meaning, while Zheng Qiao explained it from the tone.
Combining the two, we can think that The Wind is a kind of ballad that expresses the love between men and women and is sung in a local tone. Although Zhu Xi's interpretation of the theme of Guanju is not so, from the specific performance of Guanju, it is indeed a work of romance between men and women, and it is about a man's pursuit of women's love.
Its sound, emotion, prose and meaning are all excellent, which is enough to be the beginning of Feng and the top of 3 articles. Confucius said: "Guan Ju is happy but not lewd, and sad but not hurt."
(The Analects? Ba Shu) Since then, people have commented on Guan Ju, all of which are "compromised by Confucius" (Historical Records? Confucius family "). But what about Guanju? This poem was originally composed of three chapters: one chapter with four sentences, two chapters with eight sentences and three chapters with eight sentences.
Zheng Xuan divided the last two chapters into two chapters, five chapters with four sentences each. Now use Zheng Xuan's method.
chapter one: the dove and the song are on the river continent, and their spouses are not chaotic, which is a good match for gentlemen. The beauty of this chapter lies in soothing the sound of justice and leading the whole article with tones, forming the keynote of the whole poem.
Take the poem as a whole with "My Fair Lady, Gentleman, Good Ladder". The "jagged shepherd's purse" in the second chapter comes from "Guan Guan Ji dove", and it is also based on what grows on the continent.
the motto of "Liu" and "Mao Zhuan" is "Qiu", which is not accurate. Because the word "seeking" has been used in the following, it is not appropriate to have the meaning of "seeking" here, so it should be said in a flowing way.
this is a metaphor for the hard-to-find of a lady by the flow of leeks. The word "Qiu" is the center of the whole article, and the whole poem shows the process of men's pursuit of women, that is, from deep yearning to realizing their desire to get married.