In Chinese poetry,
Poets often write poems with the title "untitled".
The reason why "untitled" is used as the title,
It is because the author is not convenient or
I don't want to use the title directly to reveal the main idea of the poem.
Untitled poems include five-word untitled poems, seven untitled poems, etc.
The representative figure of ancient untitled poetry is Li Shangyin.
Today, let's read Li Shangyin
Eight of the most famous "untitled" poems,
Every capital is affectionate.
Untitled
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.
Spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into gray tears began to dry.
Xiao Jing but sad clouds changed, night groan should feel the cold moonlight.
Pengshan has no more roads to go, and the blue bird is attentive to visit.
The whole poem uses the word "farewell" as the whole text, describing the pain of a pair of lovers' parting and the thoughts after parting, expressing the incomparably sincere love of parting. Some people also say that this poem expresses the poet's political frustration and spiritual depression, has a strong sad color, and writes about the depth of grievances and mournful pain.
Don Lee Shang-yin
The east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside the furong pond.
The golden toad lock burns incense, and the jade tiger draws the silk back to the well.
Jia Shi peeped at Han Shu shao, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow wei Wang Cai.
Spring hearts are not in contention, an inch of acacia and an inch of ash.
This poem is about the pain of disappointment in the pursuit of love by a woman who is deeply locked in a secluded girl, and is a work of "deliberately hurting spring".
"Acacia" is originally an abstract concept, and the poet associates the strange sentence of "an inch of acacia and an inch of ash" from incense to ash, turning abstraction into figuration, showing the destruction of beautiful things in a strongly contrasted way, so that this poem has a touching tragic beauty.
Eight years old sneak peeking into the mirror, long eyebrows can already draw.
At the age of ten, I went to qingqing, and hibiscus made a skirt.
Twelve learn to play the kite, and the silver armor has not been unloaded.
Fourteen Tibetan six relatives, suspense is still unmarried.
Fifteen weeping spring breezes, under the swing on the back.
This poem uses the resentment and bitterness of a young girl with spring, and it is a metaphor for the mood of the young talent who longs for shijin to meet and meet.
Eight-year-old girls like to secretly look in the mirror, and they can already draw their eyebrows into long eyebrows. At the age of ten, he went to the wilderness to walk in the green, imagining the lotus flowers making his own dress, and at the age of twelve, he began to learn to play the kite, and the silver armor on his fingers never came off.
At the age of fourteen, avoid seeing men, not even the closest ones. At this time, she may be wondering when to get married. At the age of fifteen, she turned her back on the swing and wept in the spring breeze, afraid that the spring would fade away.
Last night the stars last night wind, painting the west bank of the building Guitang East.
There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a sharp point.
The partition sends hook spring wine warm, and the wax lamp is red.
Oh Yu listened to the drum and went to the official, and walked the Marantai class to turn the tent.
It's a love poem. The poet recalled a banquet in the back hall of your family that he participated in last night, expressing his nostalgia and sorrow for meeting and twisting into obstacles with his crush.
This poem is deeply entangled in feelings, refined sentences, fluent and beautiful. The poet merges the sense of life into erotic feelings, contrasts the feelings of distress and frustration with gorgeous words, and creates an artistic realm of emotion and elegance.
Coming is empty words to go to the end, the moon slope upstairs five more bells.
Dreams are far away from crying, and books are urged into ink.
Wax half-caged gold emerald, musk smoked micro-embroidered hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan Mountain, and even more 10,000 pounds across Pengshan Mountain.
The first is a erotic poem. In the poem, it is written that the hostess misses the lover who is far away, and there is a hatred that the good times are not always there. First write the scene when the dream wakes up, and then softly combine the dream with the dream, the reality and the illusion, to create an artistic realm of doubting the truth of the dream and the dream, and finally pointing out the hatred of Pengshan's barrier, echoing the first sentence.
Such artistic conception, twists and turns, effectively highlights the theme of love barrier and dreamlike psychological atmosphere, so that the whole poem is full of confused feelings.
Where the mourning kite follows the emergency pipe, the cherry blossoms forever hang on the yang bank.
The old daughter of the owner does not marry for sale, and the day is March and a half.
Princess Liyang was fourteen years old, and after the Qingming Dynasty, she watched the same wall.
Returning to the exhibition turned to the five more, the swallows between the beams smelled a long sigh.
Where is the sound of a clear kite, accompanied by a sharp pipe? In the deep alley where cherry blossoms bloom, on the banks of the river where the weeping poplars are blowing. There was a girl in the poor family in the east neighbor, who could not marry when she was old, facing this empty sun, facing this twilight spring march and a half.
Princess Liyang was just fourteen years old, and on this day of qingming and warmth, she enjoyed playing with her family in the garden wall. The poor girl had been tossing and turning all night after returning home, only the swallows between the beams, hearing her long sighs.
The anchovy incense is thin and heavy, and the Biwen dome is deep in the night.
The fan cut moon was ashamed, and the thunder of the car was not understood.
It was once lonely gold ember dark, no news pomegranate red.
The spotted horse is only tied to the yang bank, where the southwest is a good wind.
The first song lyrics the young woman's frustration of love, the hopeless bitterness of lovesickness. At the beginning, it is written that the woman is sewing a tent, and she is rendered in the remembrance of the past and the affectionate anticipation of the rendezvous.
She recalled her first encounter with her crush: that encounter, too late to cover up with a tuan fan; but you drove by rumbled and was speechless.
The season of pomegranate blossoms, spring has faded. In the lonely anticipation, when will we see each other again?
Heavy drapery is deep under the Mo Shuo Hall, and the night after lying down is slender and slender.
The goddess's career was originally a dream, and the little sister-in-law lived in the ben wulang.
Fengbo did not believe that the lingzhi was weak, and the moon dew who taught the laurel leaf incense.
Straight lovesickness is useless, not hindered by the fear is pure madness.
With the curtain hanging deep, I lived alone in the Hall of Sorrows; I lay alone without sleep, and I felt that the night was long and quiet. The King of Chu met the goddess of Wushan, which was originally a dream; the residence of the little sister of Qingxi was alone and alone.
I am a weak diamond branch, which is destroyed by the wind and waves; I am the bell fang laurel leaf, but there is no moon dew fragrance. Although I know that indulging in lovesickness is not good for my health, I am obsessed with it to the end and fall into a lifelong madness.