Song Ci has a very high literary status in the mainland.
Mr. Chen Yinke, a master of traditional Chinese studies, once commented on Song Ci:
The culture of the Chinese nation, which has evolved over thousands of years, was created in the world of Zhao and Song dynasties.
So, why does Song Ci have such a big charm?
Shi Jun consulted the evaluation of the influence of song poems on the Internet and came up with the ranking of these 10 pinnacle works.
Perhaps after reading these 7 "ancient songs", the answer will naturally be revealed.
"Water Tune Song Head: When is the Bright Moon"
Song SuShi
When is the moon? Ask the wine to qingtian.
I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.
I want to go home by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high places are cold.
Dancing to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the human world.
Turn zhu ge, low Qi household, no sleep.
There should be no hatred, why should it be long to go to the other time?
People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has clouds and sunshine, and this matter is difficult to complete.
May people be long-lasting, and thousands of miles will be cherished together.
The joys and sorrows of the world are inevitable, so why be sad about temporary parting?
The philosophies contained in this "Water Tune Song Head" have influenced generations of Chinese.
Perhaps, we will no longer experience the turmoil of war, and we will not be unable to see our loved ones for seven years.
We may not have Su Shi's bumpy encounters, and we will not deeply perceive the cold and warm of human feelings and suffer vicissitudes.
But in this way, we should learn to accept the misfortunes in life and dare to believe in and pursue a happy life.
"Yong Yu Le Jingkou Beiguting Huaigu"
Song Xin abandons the disease
Throughout the ages, the hero has no place for Sun Zhong.
Dance hall song stage, the wind is always blown, the rain blows away.
Slanting grass trees, ordinary alleys and strange, humane slaves once lived.
Think of that year, Jinge iron horse, swallowed like a tiger.
Yuan Jia Cao Cao, sealed the wolf Juxu, won the Canghuang Beigu.
Forty-three years, looking at the middle of the memory, Beacon Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, under the Buddha's Shrine, a sacred crow club drum.
Who asked: Honest and old, can you still eat?
Xin Renjie's "Eternal Encounter With Joy", every word and every sentence, is stunning, frequent allusions, nostalgia for the past and the present.
A sentence "Think of that year, Jingo iron horse, swallowed like a tiger", full of pride, domineering and exposed.
The phrase "by whom to ask: Honest and old, can still eat or not", a sense of sadness and indignation, are all in it.
All the past, a number of popular characters, still at peace.
In today's era, heroes are no longer necessarily fierce war and killing enemies, and they are doing their duty in ordinary posts, which is also a heroic act.
"The Red Crispy Hand"
Song Lu you
Red crispy hands, yellow wine, full of spring color palace wall willows.
The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin.
A few years of sorrow.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the tear marks are red and silky.
Peach blossom fall, idle pond pavilion.
Although the mountain alliance is there, the Jinshu is difficult to trust.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
Lu You and Tang Wan, who have lovers, are separated by their mother's opposition.
Many years later, when the two meet again, things are not human, this scene, let people cry.
There is always such a tragedy in the world, love but can not keep each other.
After many years, the two met again, but found that this love was still the same, but they could never go back.
In this world, people who regret missing out abound. If it's still too late, be sure to cherish it.
"Man Jiang Hong"
Song Yue Fei
Furious hair rushing to the crown, by the railing, Xiao Xiao rain rest.
Look up at the eyes, look up at the sky and scream, and be fierce.
Thirty meritorious deeds of dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.
Mo waited for idle, white teenager's head, empty and sad!
Jing Kang shame, Still Snow. When the courtiers hate, when to extinguish.
Drive a long car and step through the Helan Mountain.
Zhuangzhi was hungry for meat and laughed about thirsting for The blood of the Huns.
Wait to start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
This poem "Man Jiang Hong" is a sonorous poem that vividly writes patriotic enthusiasm and the desire to serve the country, and has been praised by the world as a word of "a single piece pressing two Song Dynasties".
A sharp rain had just stopped. Yue Fei leaned alone against the railing, looking at the mountains in the distance.
He wanted to recover the mountains and rivers, and his strong mind was excited, but thirty years of meritorious deeds and fame had become dust, and there were only floating clouds and bright moons in the conquest of thousands of miles.
"Don't wait for idle, white teenager's head, empty and sad!" Yes, flowers have a reopening day, and people are no longer teenagers.
When we reach middle age, even if we have unfulfilled ambitions, may we all face the years calmly.
"Fixing the Storm"
Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest, why not groan and walk slowly.
Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses, who is afraid?
A cloud of smoke and rain is a life of peace.
The steep spring breeze blows wine awake, slightly cold,
The mountain is obliquely illuminated.
Looking back at the place where it has always been,
When you go back, there is no wind or rain or sunshine.
Open-mindedness is not something that everyone can do, but everyone wants to do.
The poem was written in the third year of Su Shi's demotion to Huangzhou. Su Shi traveled with everyone to play, encountered heavy rain in the middle, and his companions dodged the rain, but only Su Shi did not care.
Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is a life of peace. In the face of the ups and downs of life, Su Shi chose to go his own way, and there is a sense of detachment that is not afraid of ups and downs.
When you go back, there is no wind or rain or sunshine. That is to say, what is the difference between the storms of life and the storms of nature?
The rain and sunshine in nature are ordinary, but what about the wind and rain, honor and disgrace in social life?
"Dark Fragrance: Old Moonlight"
Song Jiang Kui
In the old days, how many times did you look at me, and the plum played the flute?
Evoke the jade people, regardless of the cold and climbing.
He Xun is getting older and older, and he has forgotten the spring wind word pen.
But the strange bamboo outside the flowers, the incense cold into the Yao mat.
Jiang Guo, is lonely, sighing and lu yao, the night snow is beginning to accumulate.
CuiZun is easy to cry, and the red calyx is speechless.
Long memories have been hand in hand, a thousand trees pressed, West Lake Hanbi.
And pieces, blow out, when to see?
Moonlight, flute sound, plum blossoms, ethereal mood, quiet and beautiful... The lyricist remembers the past with the beauty, folding plums, giving poetry and love, how beautiful life is!
But time passed, at this time, only the lyricist was left to appreciate the plum, and it was difficult for him to write the words that were proud of the spring breeze of that year.
The world says, "Autumn should be beautiful, if you are still present." "But when man is there, the scenery does not come; when the scenery is beautiful, the man is not there."
But there are always waves on the sea, life always has regrets, no one's life is flawless, cherish every day of the moment, it is wonderful enough.
"Bu Operator"
Song Lee Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
Thinking about the jun every day, he did not see the jun, and drank the water of the Yangtze River together.
When will this water rest, and when will this hatred be over?
May the king's heart be like my heart, and will not live up to his wishes.
The water of the Yangtze River is long, and no matter how long it is, it is constantly missed.
This is a poem of longing, but today, it has become a promise for many people.
"May the king's heart be like my heart, and will not live up to his wishes." The words are powerful, like vows, a promise with a white head.
The beauty of song words is vividly displayed in these 7 words.
Its beauty is eternal, like the bright moon that has illuminated for a thousand years, traveling through time and space, unchanged.
All kinds of trivial matters of life, long parting, full of patriotic blood, long veins of children's love, are still vivid today after a thousand years, and are more perfectly interpreted in our understanding.
May we always have a poetic heart, a poem to lyrically, a word to express, and a poetic sight to the eye.