I don't know if you have found that when the number is added to the poem, the poem also has a different flavor, simple numbers, and when you encounter a broad and profound Chinese character, it collides with a spark, but it also becomes beautiful and affectionate, which is amazing.
One to two or three miles, four or five yan villages.
There are six or seven high platforms, eight or ninety flowers.
--Song Shaoyong, "Mountain Village Yonghuai"
This simple but catchy ancient poem is believed to be a warm childhood memory for many people. After walking for two or three miles, the smoke-shrouded village could see four or five families. In the distance, there are six or seven high platforms, and one flower after another is in sight. One two three four five six seven eight ninety are gathered, you can feel the poet's pleasure, when the scenery jumps into sight, the kind of joy from the heart! This ordinary village, however, is really beautiful and moving. The poet is just a simple number, stringing nouns together, but deducing a full of vitality, making people feel like they are there.
Digital poetry is actually the most popular among children because it is simple and has a sense of rhythm.
One piece of two pieces of three or four pieces, five doors of seven eighty or ninety pieces.
Thousands of pieces of countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are not seen.
- Qing Zheng Xie, "Wing Xue"
Snowflakes fall, the sky is full, how many snowflakes are there? Two pieces at a time, until thousands of pieces, the number is uncountable. A tree of plum blossoms standing proudly against the snow, snowflakes and plum blossoms blend together, where can you tell who is who? The sky is full of wind and snow, and it is gratifying that HanMei leaked spring news.
Zheng Xie's use of numbers is handy and pure. After the seemingly simple verses, there is a long artistic conception.
One or two or three bamboo leaves, four or five or six green leaves.
Nature is sparse and faint, why overlap and overlap.
- Qing Zheng Xie, "Wing Bamboo"
In the eyes of the poet, one or two branches of bamboo, four or five green leaves, a naïve and natural, sparse and light is very good. Why make it superimposed and obsessively pursue complexity? The poet loves the lightness and elegance of bamboo, just like his spiritual pursuit, not to seek more, precious in nature, free.
People often use beautiful words to praise all good things, but numbers sometimes do better.
Two yellow orioles singing green willows, a row of egrets on the blue sky.
The window contains the West Ridge Thousand Autumn Snow, and the door is docked east Wu Wanli Ship.
--Tang DuFu's "Absolute Sentence"
The poet's living environment is so beautiful that just the scene outside the window makes people intoxicated. In the turquoise willow trees, two yellow oriole birds were singing happily, and under the blue sky, a line of egrets flew neatly. The window contains the snow-capped Xiling Snow Mountain, and there are boats from Dongwu parked outside the door, staying at home, but you can enjoy the spring light, this happiness is too simple.
The combination of beauty and numbers has always produced wonderful effects, how can poets miss it?
Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
--Tang He Zhizhang, "Wing Liu"
The willow trees in spring are tall and verdant, like jasper condensed. Thousands of willows fell and swayed, like countless soft green silk threads. I don't know who cut this delicate leaf. The spring breeze in February is really like a pair of scissors, the willow tree is cut so gracefully, and the spring is cut beautifully!
In a poem, the sentence that people remember most well is often related to numbers, and perhaps numbers are easier to remember and memorize.
You should pity the teeth to print the moss, and the small buckle wood door will not be opened for a long time.
The spring color of the garden could not be closed, and a red apricot branch came out of the wall.
--Song Ye Shao-weng,"The Garden Is Not Worth It"
The poet went to visit a friend, but did not meet him, knocked on the door for a long time, and did not respond. He couldn't help but joke that maybe his friend was afraid that his clogs would trample on the moss in the garden. When you look up, where can you close the spring colors of the garden? A delicate and lively red apricot has popped out, as if to say, Hello, hello. Only one branch, that is, the known grand scene of the garden, spring, really can't be closed.
The numbers in the poems are not necessarily real numbers, but they are more vivid, and the numbers are sometimes equivalent to adjectives.
The incense burner in the sun produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs on the front river.
The current flowed down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.
--Tang Li Bai, "Wanglushan Waterfall"
Incense Burner Peak generates purple smoke in the sunlight, and in the distance, the waterfall looks like white silk hanging in front of the mountain. The waterfall that rushes from the mountain is majestic, as if it were thousands of feet high, making people suspect that the Milky Way in the sky has fallen to the human world! Three thousand feet, suddenly there is a sense of picture, even a sense of oppression!
For Li Bai, a little exaggeration can more vividly show his mood and feelings, cool!
Between the clouds of the White Emperor, a thousand miles of Jiangling returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already passed through the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains.
- Tang Li Bai, "Early White Emperor City"
Departing from the White Emperor City in the early morning, it is Jiangling, which is full of clouds and thousands of miles away, and can be reached in one day. The sound of apes on both sides of the strait reverberated endlessly, and the light boat had sailed through one green mountain after another! This speed is like riding the wind.
In the poems, there are those who write "many" in numbers.
Thousands of warblers cry green and red, and shuicun mountain guo wine flag wind.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the south, how many buildings in the smoke and rain.
--Tang Dumu, "Jiangnan Spring"
In the spring of Jiangnan, the cries of yellow warblers are everywhere, the green trees reflect the red flowers, the villages between the mountains and rivers, and the flags fly in front of the restaurants. The scenery is so charming, are the countless temples built during the Southern Dynasty still there? Only to see the buildings in the smoke and rain silent, time never stops, and those historical sites will bring people what kind of thinking? What about the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples? At the end of the day, it's just a void.
In poetry, there are also those who write "less" in numbers.
A flat boat, a silk and an inch hook.
A song of song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the autumn of the river.
——Qing. Wang Shizhen's "Title Qiu Jiang Solo Fishing Map"
In this, the numbers are all one, a coat, a bucket hat, a leaf boat, a silk thread, an inch of fish hook, a song, a bottle of wine, it turned out to be a person, fishing by the autumn water of a river! He will not be alone, because he has the whole world, return to himself, do not forget his heart, and he will be at ease.
Digital poetry, victorious in the simple, simple, not complicated meaning, but back to basics.
Three more lights and five more chickens, it is when the boy is reading.
The black hair did not know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regretted that he was late in studying.
--Tang Yan Zhenqing, "Persuasion"
Three more lights up, five more chickens have been chirping, and the middle of the night is a good time for boys to read. When I was young, I didn't know how to study hard, and when I was tired of years, the time was gone, and it was too late to regret it!
How many unknown minds are there in simple numbers? Listen to the poets come one by one.
Two sentences for three years, a groan and a double tear.
If Zhiyin is not rewarded, he will return to his hometown in autumn.
- Don Jia Dao, "After the Inscription"
The bard Jia Dao talked about his "bitter history", for two verses, I thought hard for three years, before finally writing, when I read it, I couldn't help but cry. If no one appreciates it, what's the point, I'll go back to my hometown of Akiyama!
In life, no one is easy, some people always carry the weight forward in order to survive, some people in order to dream.
The north and south rush to report the main situation, and the river lace grass laughs peacefully.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, most of them are crossed.
--Ming Qi Jiguang, "ImmediateLy Made"
Rushing to the battlefield, turning to the north and south is to repay the kindness of the saints, and the flowers and plants in Jiangnan and Biansai laugh at my lifelong running. For three hundred and sixty days a year, I always rode on a war horse and carried weapons to serve the country on the battlefield. Time, too, is on the horse, and it flows away quickly.
It is not uncommon to use numbers to express thoughts.
It was only seven days into the spring, and it had been two years since I left home.
After the man returned to the goose, he thought about it in front of the flower.
--Sui Xue Daoheng, "People's Thoughts on Homecoming"
It had only been seven days since the beginning of spring, and the poet had been away from home for two years! The date of return home is after the geese who returned home, but the idea of going home was already there before the spring flowers bloomed! And, very urgent! Seven days is like a year, but how did you spend the past two years?
Thoughts are indefinite, twilight, and there is nowhere to escape.
The Shu kingdom once heard of birds, and Xuancheng also saw azaleas.
One called one ileum and one broken, three springs and three months remember three bars.
- Tang Li Bai, "Xuancheng Sees Azaleas"
When I was in the Shu Kingdom, I once heard the cries of azaleas, but when I arrived at Xuancheng, I saw azaleas. The song of the cuckoo birds is desolate and sad, making people feel sick to their hearts, and in this late spring, the birds cry sadly, the flowers bloom red, and people are extremely homesick!
For lovers, the numbers are even more incredible, and the overnight separation is unbearable.
Pi Cai Ge Xi, not seen for a day, such as March Xi.
Pi Cai Xiao Xi, not seen for a day, such as three autumn Xi.
Pi Cai Ai Xi, not seen for a day, such as three years old.
——Pre-Qin Anon. "Shijing, Wang Feng, Caige"
You go to pick ge and don't see you for a day, as if it were three months. You go to Caixiao, and you don't see it for a day, as if it were three autumns apart. You go to Cai Ai, and you don't see it for a day, it's as long as three years, and the thoughts are maddening!
In love, only me, only you, we are together, is happiness, once separated, it becomes an eternal wound.
A lifetime of one generation and a couple, competing for two souls.
Acacia does not look at each other, who is the spring of the day?
Pulp to the blue bridge is easy to beg, medicine into the blue sea is difficult to run.
If you are allowed to visit Oxford, you are relatively poor.
--Qing Naranjande, "Painting Hall Spring"
For a lifetime, we met together, but Providence made us separate and hurt us. Missing each other, but not being able to meet each other, for whom did Heaven send this beautiful spring light? Pei Hang begs for the blue bridge, gets his wife Yunying, and Chang'e steals the immortal medicine and soars to the Moon Palace. If you can fly across the galaxy like a cowherd weaver girl, even if you are poor, you will be willing.
The numbers in poetry are no longer just numbers, when the numbers are tainted with poetry, they have the same sensibility as words, and those numbers can be called the finishing touch! From one to ten, from thousands to thousands, there is an infinite world in it, and how many tragic and happy lives are written!
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.