In the vast river of poetry, we are accustomed to paying attention to the great literary heroes and poetry masters, just because they are the brightest stars. In fact, although some poetry writers are unpopular, they have written peerless poems with the wonderful pen of raw flowers. It is only because they themselves do not receive much attention that they are particularly bleak.
We don't know their lives, or even their names, but their talent is hard to hide, and the best sentences they write have been passed down through the ages.
Those exquisite artistic conceptions have fallen the moment they are read. Those sentences that read with a mouthful of lips and teeth will make you can't help but admire it.
01
The south wind knows my intentions and blows dreams to Xizhou.
——Southern Dynasty Le Fu Folk Song "Xizhou Song"
"Xizhou Song" is the longest lyric poem in the folk song of the Southern Dynasty Lefu, the specific author is unknown.
"The south wind knows my intention, blows dreams to Xizhou" is the end of the poem, and when I first read this sentence, I found that my thoughts can be expressed so gently.
Ending with a dream, it will be reflected through the ages, and the aftermath will be long. The south wind is endless, and the love is endless.
02
A tree of pear blossoms and a stream of moon, I don't know who belongs tonight?
——Don Anonymity, "Miscellaneous Poems, Although the Old Mountain Is Not Closed"
This poem is touching and like a stroke of God. I don't know which brilliant poet made the sentence, but it has not left a name in history.
The moon dissolves, and a pear blossom is accompanied by a stream of flowing water. The scenery of the hometown is as beautiful as ever, but how can the frustrated people return?
It is hard to imagine that such a warm and soft, romantic and beautiful homesick poem was written by the poet in an extremely lonely situation.
03
The water moon is in hand, and the fragrance of flowers is full of clothes.
- Don Yu Liangshi, "Spring Mountain Night Moon"
The Tang Dynasty poet Yu Liangshi was full of the joy of swimming in spring, he leaned over the stream, lifted the blue water, the moon shadow could be seen in the water, he sang and danced, fiddled with mountain flowers, and the fragrance of flowers was stained with his clothes.
The water flows silently, the moonlight is shrouded, the fragrance of flowers is full of clothes, such lightness and agility, such a full of fun, like a breeze blowing through the depths of the soul, like rain and dew moisturizing the heart.
The poet takes us to immerse ourselves in the beauty of the Spring Mountains of the Night Moon and Spring, he is one with nature, and we follow us as if we were in no man's land.
04
The lonely empty court is late in spring, and the pear blossoms do not open the door.
- Tang Liu Fangping, "Spring Resentment"
Liu Fangping, a poet who is not well known, because of this exquisite poem of resentment, the world remembers the most poignant loneliness in his writing.
The red spring is about to wither, the courtyard is deep, and the woman sitting alone in the golden house looks through the screen window and looks at the pear blossoms all over the ground straight to the courtyard door.
Pear blossoms pile up, doors and courts are closed, and only sadness and loneliness remain in the heart. Who knows, that withered to the ground is not only pear blossoms, but also the youth of women's flowers.
05
Listen to the rain and cold, open the door and leave deep.
- Don Wuke, "Autumn Sent from Brother Jia Island"
It is no matter that a bitter poetry monk in the Tang Dynasty lived in a monastery far away from the hustle and bustle of his life, immersed in practice, and had a firm will. One autumn when he lived in Xilin Temple in Lushan, he remembered his cousin Jia Dao.
It was an autumn night with a mournful sound and a cold chrysanthemum path, and the poet sat quietly in the meditation room, pondering silently, listening to the loose waves and the autumn rain. Listening to the rain, I already felt that the cold was all over the place, and when I opened the door after dawn, I saw the deep fallen leaves.
The scene of "opening the door and falling leaves deeply" is interesting, giving people the feeling that autumn has become thicker overnight, and Wang Wei's sentence "opening the door is full of snow", giving people a strong sense of season.
06
The twilight wine is far away, and the wind and rain are falling down the west building.
- Tang Xuhun, "Xie Ting Farewell"
The friend had already embarked on a long-distance boat, and the poet was reluctant and stayed in the west building until dusk. When he woke up in the evening, only the wind and rain sent him down the west building.
Drinking is far from the best interpretation of parting, and it simply writes about the melancholy loneliness.
07
Guangze gives birth to a bright moon, and the Cangshan mountains are in turbulence.
- Don Madai, "Chujiang Huaigu Three Songs, One of Them"
Ma Dai was born in the late Tang Dynasty, and in that era, he could only watch the curtain of the prosperous era slowly fall. Even though he was full of bitterness and loneliness and could not live freely, the vast mountains and rivers he saw still penetrated time.
The poet is on the Chu River in late autumn, looking up between heaven and earth, floating above the Xiang waves, inevitably feeling sad and thinking about the ghost of the ancients. The water is wide and the moon is born early, and the mountains are turbulent, which is the scenery he saw in the Chu River.
Those broad and bright moons, the turbulent flow of the Cangshan mountains reflect his confusion and hesitation, and the contrast is his loneliness.
08
Where the people come to look at the moon, the wind shadow is vaguely like last year.
——Tang Zhao, "The Old Sense of the River Tower"
Zhao Hao, a lonely poet in the late Tang Dynasty, became famous for his famous poem "The flute sounds and people lean on the building", and then has a good name "Zhao Yilou".
His moonlit night is equally brilliant. The night was cool and silent, and the poet climbed the river tower alone, only to see the vast sky and the moonlight.
Why go the fastest is always the most beautiful time, I still remember that last year was also such a good night, he also traveled as a couple, side by side, enjoying the bright moon together, now the riverside wind is faintly recognizable, still the appearance of the old days, but the people who look at the moon together are no longer seen.
09
The blue bird does not spread the clouds and foreign letters, and the lilacs are sad in the rain.
——Wudai Li Jing, "Spreading the Huanxi Sha Hand-rolled True Pearl on the Jade Hook"
As an emperor, Li Jing's ability to govern the world was not good, but his literary attainment was very high.
One rainy night, when the rain fell on the lilacs, he was filled with sorrow in his heart, and he knotted the cloves into the sorrow in the rain, constructing a realm of mourning that lasted for thousands of years.
10
The independent bridge is full of wind, and the Pinglin Crescent people have returned.
- Wudai Feng Yanwei "Magpie Ta Zhi Who Throws Leisure for a Long Time"
The Southern Tang dynasty of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms was a short but charming dynasty, and Feng Yanwei was a prominent figure in the political and literary circles of the time.
The lyricist is independent of the bridge, the breeze is full of sleeves, the clothes are fluttering, and after the bustle is about to disperse, he sees a crescent moon rising in the forest.
Standing abruptly in the cold wind and cold dew, wandering alone under the spring night and moon, such a lonely picture mixed with the sorrow and sorrow of the body, which is unforgettable for a long time.
11
The old people traveled north and south, and Ming Yuejuan leaned on the building alone.
- Song Zhang Tongfu, "Remembering Friends in Autumn"
Autumn is a season of longing. The cool breeze rises, the leaves fly, and the poet and his friends are separated by thousands of miles from the north and south of the sea.
He climbed the tower to send his eyes, looking at the moon and looking at the distance, and his lonely and lonely back looked particularly bleak under the bright moon.
Such a picture of autumn nostalgia is really moving to read. The same cool autumn breeze, the same bright moon and tall buildings, different eras, the same lovesickness, this is the charm of poetry.
12
Begonia rains before rain, pear blossoms snow first, and half of the spring break.
——Song Wang Yun "Eyes and Willow Silk Gentle"
Wang Yun was the son of Wang Anshi, a politician of the Northern Song Dynasty, who was brilliant and ambitious since childhood, but died young.
After his wife left, he suddenly woke up. The past is hard to remember, the acacia is intense, the willow silk is gentle, the smoke is confused, and it is woven into thousands of spring sorrows.
The begonia flowers have not yet rained, and the white petals of the pear blossoms have flown like snowflakes. Only then did I know that spring was halfway through.
He wrote about the passage of spring light very beautifully, similar to Li Yu's "Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong, too hurried", Jiang Jie's "Streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains".
13
Fusheng only respects the former old. Snow full of Chang'an Road.
——Song Shuling, "Yu Beauty • Sending Gongdu"
The snowy Chang'an is always very simple and beautiful, and I privately think that "Snow Full Chang'an Road" can be called the most timeless sentence describing Chang'an winter.
Floating like a dream, there are many troubles, it is better to grow old in drunkenness. Cold and heat flow easily, and suddenly it is over. Time flies, and the snow is full of Chang'an.
Even though the snow is full of obstacles and the road ahead is vast, he still believes that sooner or later his friends from afar will climb the high platform to miss him, and will break a branch of early plum and give him the spring color of Jiangnan.
14
In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
——Song Chen and Yi "Linjiang Immortal, Night Den Xiaoge Yiluo Old Tour"
When I first read this poem, I only felt that the lyricist wrote too romantic, and the comfort and ease taught people to be fascinated. As everyone knows, Chen and Yi lived at the turn of the two Song Dynasties, and their destined life experience gave him lingering memories.
He tells a joyful song about youth, reminiscing about a trip with friends twenty years ago. How merry and heroic they were then.
Time has passed, and what he remembers most is the peace and nothing in the Huizong period, and what he loves the most is the beautiful scene of playing the flute in the shadow of apricot blossoms until dawn.
15
The osmanthus flowers leave the evening color, and the curtain is light autumn light.
- Yuan Ni Zhan, "Osmanthus Flower"
Ni Zan was a painter and poet of the Yuan Dynasty. He was erudite and ancient, and was good at painting landscapes and ink bamboo. He has a magnificent and fierce literati style, and also has a solitary and cold literati elegance.
In autumn, osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and the wind is filled with a good smell. Hundreds of years ago, the poet wandered far away, and once smelled the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus flowers through the shadow of autumn light.
Painters are best at capturing the beauty of all things, even if the osmanthus at night loses color, they can see the different flavor of osmanthus under the moon.
16
After getting drunk, I didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of dreams and pressed the galaxy.
- Ming Tang Xue, "Over the Cave Court"
The poet boats alone, drinks and enjoys himself, is slightly drunk and sleeps.
In the cool night, half dreaming and half awake, lying down and looking at the galaxy, it seems to be illusory and mysterious.
Savor the beautiful artistic conception, and an indescribable beauty comes to mind. We also seem to be lying in the brilliant galaxy, immersed in that clear dream and do not want to wake up.
17
The moonlight leaks under the forest, and it is as thin as residual snow.
——Ming Zhang Dai "Tao'an Dream Memory Scroll - Jinshan Night Opera"
When I first met Zhang Dai, I was because of "Watching the Snow in the Lake Pavilion", and I only thought that this was really a Yaxing and interesting person.
In the second year of Chongzhen, when Zhang Dai passed by the Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang, he saw the bright moonlight leaking through the cracks in the forest, and the sparseness fell like a residual snow. He wrote down such a stunning moonlight that a beautiful painting appeared in people's minds.
Many years have passed, thinking of the distant years, thinking of the disappearing homeland, remembering the snow-like moonlight of the night in Jinshan, Zhang Dai realized that he was a guest in his dream, and there was pain behind his deep affection.
18
The blowing lights and windows are brighter, and the moonlight shines on a day of snow.
- Qing Yuan, "The Fifteenth Night of December"
The night was quiet, the poet Yuan Miao blew out the oil lamp and prepared to sleep, but found that the window was still very bright after the light was turned off, it turned out that there was snow outside the window, the night sky had a moon, the moon was shining on the snow, and the whole heaven and earth were brighter.
The poet's experience is so subtle, the moonlight of the snowy night is as beautiful as a painting, and the poet who reflects the snow and admires the moon has been frozen in time when he recited this poem.
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Xiyue bends, willing to use heavy paper, light as a pen, to write the flow of years.