#Ancient Poetry ##Ancient Poetry Appreciation ##爱情古诗词 #
5 beautiful poems, each poem is a painting, each painting is a poem. Poetic and beautiful to the extreme! I only wish to be drunk and not awake, to stay in the most beautiful picture, to stop in the most beautiful poetry. Intoxicated and unconscious.
【Yue Tuning】 Tianjing Sand is the matter
Yuan Qiaoji
Warblers and swallows in spring, flowers and willows are true.
Everything is in style.
Delicate and tender, stop being everyone.
Appreciation:
The whole song uses white painting techniques to write the joyful mood after a long goodbye reunion, and also writes the delicate and lovely lovely of the sweetheart. Willow green flowers, swallows flying warblers crying, beauty like clouds, making people feel overwhelmed, the poet uses language rhyme to express the meaning, quite emotional. The most prominent feature of this song is the use of overlapping characters throughout the text, quite overlapping and complex of the beauty of single rooms, the beauty of people and the beauty of the scenery blend together, reflecting each other.
"Listening in front of the temple"
Meta-yun stone
Listen to the curtains, several times the wind sends the sound of selling flowers.
The night came with a light rain and a clean day.
The small courtyard is idle, and the light cold green sleeve is born.
Wear the fang path, the twelve gandhi dry.
The apricot blossoms are sparsely shadowed, and the willows are sunny.
Through the curtain, I heard the sound of the wind sending the flower sellers like songs again and again. I walked out of the boudoir only to find that there had been a light rain that had washed the steps clean at night. In the quiet and quiet courtyard, cui sleeves feel slightly cold. The whole song is natural and natural, there is no trace of any deliberate carving, the curtain listens to the rain, the wind blows down the flowers, and the imagery of "light rain", "apricot blossom" and "willow" constructs a fresh and leisurely artistic conception.
"WangjiangNan"
Don Wen Tingjun
Freshen up and look at the river tower alone.
After a thousand sails, the veins of the oblique veins are leisurely.
Intestinal severance of the white apple island.
This is a small order to write a grudge. With the background of the river, the distant sail, and the oblique sun, this word intercepts the scene of leaning on the building and looking at it, and uses the ethereal brush to create an image of a woman who looks forward to the return of the husband and condenses sorrow and hatred. Sincere and sincere, the language is concise and subtle, the after-meaning is inexhaustible, the style is clear and natural, and it is a unique boutique in the warm words
"Sheng Cha Zi"
Don Niu Hee-chi
The spring mountains are about to be harvested, and the stars are sparse.
The face of the remnant moon is bright, don't cry at dawn.
There are many words, but the emotions are not over, and I look back and say:
Remember the green luo skirt, everywhere pity the grass.
The smoke from the Spring Mountain is about to clear, and the stars are sparse and small in the pale sky. The falling moon shines on our faces, tears of parting, and the sky is close to dawn. A lot has been said.
《The Meaning》
Song Yanshu
The oil wall incense car is no longer met, and the gorge cloud has no trace of the west and the east.
The pear blossom courtyard dissolves in the moon, and the willow pond is lightly windy.
After a few days of lonely and injured drinking, a small number of smoking bans.
The fish book wants to send what is up to, and the water is far away and the mountains are everywhere.
It's a love song. The poet and the lover were forced to separate for some reason, leaving behind endless lovesickness. In the face of the cold food spring scene, his thoughts fluctuated and he wrote this exclamation poem.
"The pear blossom courtyard dissolves in the moon, and the willow pond is lightly windy" means endlessly, and in the yard and by the pond, the pear blossoms and willows are bathed in the moonlight like water. The breeze blows, the pear blossoms sway, the wickers flicker, and the flying feathers linger, which is a realm of quiet mood and lingering emotions. #唯美古诗词 #