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The beauty of poetry lies in the mood.
The artistic conception is the unity of form and emotion, the coordination of virtual reality and non-existence, which is born of accidents and contains in the image. In short, it is the "meaning" outside the words of the words in the poem, which is detached from the scene expressed by the verse itself, so as to obtain the spiritual "realm" outside the scene of the verse in the mind, which is a higher level of spiritual understanding.
Like spring rain, Gu Shiyun: "The rain outside the curtain is babbling, and the spring is beautiful." "I will think of the light rain outside the bamboo curtain, the green fat, red and thin, and the spring mood is fading."
Such as starlight, Gu Shiyun: "After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the ship is full of dreams to suppress the galaxy." "The sky is clear, the stars are reflected in the quiet lake, slightly drunk, sitting on the boat can not be separated from the lake for a while, or in the galaxy." It is not a matter of forgetting both things and me, an otherworldly ethereal state of mind.
Such as summer sleepiness, Gu Shiyun: "Paper screen stone pillow bamboo square bed, hands tired to throw books noon dream long." "In late spring and early summer, the sun is thick, the breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the rich and distant aroma of white locust flowers, and the light and shadow are hazy, sleepy.
The beauty of the artistic conception is indescribable, and each has its own understanding. A selection of 30 beautiful poems will take you to appreciate the beauty of the unique mood in the poems.
01
What's going on in the mountains? Pine blossom sake, spring water sencha.
——Yuan Zhang Kejiu, "The Book of the Full Mountain of the Human Moon"
Gangnam has nothing, talk about giving a branch of spring.
——Southern and Northern Dynasties Lu Kai's "Gift of Fan Ye's Poems"
Autumn lotus a drop of dew, the night fell into the sky.
- Don Wei Yingwu, "Wing Chun Dew"
Thirty miles of reeds, blowing snow all over the bow of the ship.
--Qing Yuan Mu, "Night in Guazhou"
Pond water full of frogs into the city, door lane spring deep swallow writer.
——Song Fangyue, "The Ballad of the Farmer"
02
I was in the mountain hall, full of trees and flowers.
--Tang Yuanshu, "On March 24, SuZenfengguan Night Sent to Tonghua Lotte"
Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people on the night.
--Tang Liu Changqing, "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow"
The falling flower people are independent, and the micro swifts fly twice.
——Song Yan's "Linjiang Immortal Dream Back Building High Lock"
And shyly walked, leaned on the door and looked back, but sniffed the green plum.
--Song Li Qingzhao, "Dotted Lips And Kicked Off the Swing"
On a spring day trip, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. Stranger to who is young and full of affection?
——Tang Weizhuang, "Sidixiang Spring Tour"
03
The moon rises from the heavenly mountains, between the vast clouds and the sea.
--Tang Li Bai, "Guan Shanyue"
In the winter of Jiangnan in December, there are three or two flowers on the stream.
--Ming Zhao Cicheng, "Morning Plum"
Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain one night, and the deep alleys sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty.
——Song Luyou, "Lin'an Spring Rain First Rain"
Chaotic clouds, full of wind and rain, Dai Lotus Leaves returned to Hugh.
--Yuan Zhao Mengfu, "Backyard Flower, Qingxi One Leaf Boat"
The falling plums were like snow, and the whisk was still full.
——Wudai Li Yu, "Qing Ping Le, Don't Come to Spring Half"
04
The first sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear, and the wind is lifted.
- Song Zhou Bangyan, "Su Mu Sha"
Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressed low.
——Tang DuFu, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside: The Sixth"
The lonely and empty garden is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are full of flowers and do not open the door.
--Tang Liu Fangping, "Spring Grudge"
At night, the wine awakens the mountain and the moon, and only sleeps in the depths of the reeds.
——Yuan Huang Zhencheng, "Songjiang 欸乃題 李福礼 Songjiang Fisherman's Picture Scroll Part I"
The east wind blooms a thousand trees at night, blowing down, and the stars are like rain.
——Song Xin Abandoned Disease, "The Qingyu Case. New Year's Eve》
05
On the pine bluestone, the spring falls among the white clouds.
- Tang Jia Dao, "Sending Mountain Friends to Changsun Qijiao"
And invite neighbors to cook the falling flower spring.
--Tang Qiji, "Xie Zhongshangren Sends Tea"
The green mountains on all sides are like washing, and the white clouds are constantly rising in the mountains.
——Yuan Gu Dehui, "Butterfly Love Flower, Spring River Warm Rising Peach Blossom Water"
Birds flew up the eaves, and clouds came out of the windows.
——Southern and Northern Dynasties Wu Jun, "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"
The lotus lotus on the pond does not open by itself, and the flowing water in the mountain comes by chance.
——Tang Lingyi, "Leaving the Mountain House of Yifeng Temple"
06
In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
——Song Chen Youyi, "LinjiangXian Ye Deng Xiao Ge Reminisces about the Old Tour of Luo"
Autumn yin does not disperse frost fly late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the sound of rain.
- Tang Li Shangyin, "Su Luo's Pavilion Sends Cui Yong Cui Gong"
Chicken sound mao shop month, human footprint Banqiao frost.
--Tang Wen Tingjun, "Shangshan Morning Trip"
The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind spring is full of clear listening.
——Tang Meng Haoran, "Su Ye Shi Shan Fang Period Ding Da Bu Zhi"
People idle osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky.
--Tang Wang Wei, "Birdsong"
The poems with beautiful artistic conception, the scenes blend, and after reading, they are like a spring breeze blowing through the heart, and they can't help but be gentle and pure. Xiaobian sorted out 30 poems related to scenery and aesthetics, a total of 30 poetry everyone. It is not that the editor is lazy, but people's energy is limited, no matter how good the poems are piled together, there will also be a sense of cow chewing peonies, and good poems are like stars in the sky, which will be updated in the later stage.
This summer, read poems with you and let's meet again in the next issue.
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