Nguyen Lang Gui Early Summer
【Song】Su Shi
Green locust high willow pharyngeal new cicada, Kaoru wind first into the string. The blue screen window sinks into smoke, and the sound of chess is shocking.
After a light rain, the small lotus turned, and the durian flowers were in full bloom. The jade basin made clear the spring with a slender hand, and the qiong beads were broken but round.
The lush locust trees, tall willow trees, and the sound of new cicadas in the deep green are a cool and quiet scene, and the song of "South Wind" will begin to be sung in the orchestra again. The light smoke of oud rises from the incense burner under the blue screen window. At this time, there was the sound of chess pieces hitting the falcon, which woke up the heroine who was taking a nap.
The small lotus first grows, small and delicate, a drizzle passes, the breeze turns the lotus leaves, the pomegranate flower color is bright red, after the rain, it is even more red like a flame. The heroine simply took the jade basin to the clear pond to play in the water, and the water splashed on the lotus leaves, round and shiny like pearls. Her mood was just as joyful and excited as this splash of jade, and she couldn't help herself.
This poem is about boudoir life in early summer, leisurely and lively. The upper part of the word writes that early summer has quietly come to the girl; The next film writes about a girl waking up and enjoying the natural scenery of early summer. The love words in Song poetry are often inseparable from lovesickness, loneliness, mediocrity, fatigue, all kinds of weak and sad feelings, but the love written by Su Shi is not like this, the heroine is simple and naïve, carefree, not harmful to unrequited love, sleepy to sleep, wake up to play to enjoy the scenery, stir the spring. She loves life, loves nature, and is willing to melt herself into the beauty of nature. It is a healthy natural beauty that harmonizes with the vigorous institutions of early summer.
He groom Xia Jing
【Song】Su Shi
Milk Swallow Flying House. Quietly no one, Tong Yin turns to noon, and the evening cools and takes a new bath. The hand made a white ball fan, and the fan was like jade for a while. Sleepy, lonely sleep, who will push the embroidery outside the curtain? Teaching people in vain, dreaming of breaking Yao Taiqu, but it is, the wind knocks bamboo.
The pomegranate half-spit red towel frowned. Wait for the floating flowers and waves to be exhausted, accompanied by the monarch alone. Qin Yan looked at it carefully, and her heart was like a bundle. I am afraid of being shocked by the autumn breeze. If you wait for the king to come here, you can't bear to touch the wine before the flower. Tears, two bursts.
Fledglings fly through the ornate houses. Quietly no one, the shadow of the paulownia tree gradually shifted, and afternoon came. The evening is cool, and the beauty has just finished bathing, shaking the white silk ball fan in her hand, and the ball fan and plain hands are like white jade condensation. Gradually sleepy, sleep soundly alone. Who outside the window pushes the embroidered portal? Aroused people in vain, dispersed a good dream, alas, knocking on the door was not someone coming, but the night breeze knocked on the bamboo.
The half-opened pomegranate flowers are like clusters of red scarves, and when the frivolous flowers are gone, it will come to accompany the loneliness of beauty. Take a gorgeous durian flower and take a closer look, the petals of the mille-feuille seem to be full of beauty's heart. I was afraid that the westerly wind would suddenly blow and blow only a green leaf. If the beauty comes again at that time, the residual flowers will not be able to enjoy the wine before, only the stamen and the tears of the beauty will fall.
This is a double-tone poem about resentment, written in the summer of the fifth year of Yuan Yu (1090), when Su Shi was in Hangzhou. The upper part of the word writes beauty, and the next piece sings the flower, borrowing the metaphor of flowers, sometimes the flower people are juxtaposed, and sometimes the flower people are one. The lyricist endows beauty and durian with the character and emotions of solitary and noble, self-inflicted twilight, and penetrates his own personality and feelings in these two beautiful images. The words write about the beauty who has lost time, the feeling of frustration, and the feeling of generosity and indignation with the love of children who are gentle and lingering.
Thousand Autumn Years Wing Summer View
【Song】Xie Yi
The neem flowers are fluttering, and the mussels are fragrant. After the rain, the wind rises. Love follows Xiangshui far away, dreaming around Wu Fengcui. The piano is tired, and the partridge evokes the south window to sleep.
No one sent the secret. Who washes hatred? Repair the bamboo side, loosen the curtain. The dust of the song blows the fan, and the dance blows the wind. After the people dispersed, a hook of light moon sky was like water.
The neem flowers are finely prepared, falling one after another, piling up on the ground, but its fragrance gently melts into the moist air. After the rain, the breeze is light, and summer is not far away. The landscape painted on the screen is reminiscent of distant scenic spots. Tired of sleeping, he couldn't help but sleep by the south window, but was awakened by the sound of partridges.
Feelings could not be expressed, resentment could not be released, so I had to seek relief in the side of bamboo cultivation, in the thin curtain facing Sheng Geman dance. However, although you can delay the song and dance, when the fun is over, when the song is over, everything is hidden in the moonlight like water.
This little order is a summer summer poem that describes a quiet summer night. The upper part of the word writes about the scenery of summer, and the next piece writes about summer life. The lyricist lightly stroked and lightly dyed, outlining the leisure life scene. Through the depiction of Jiangnan scenery, it expresses the tranquility of the summer environment, implying nostalgic meditation and leisure life taste. The whole word is lyrical and delicate, fresh and beautiful.
Manting Fang Summer Lishui Thoughtless Mountain Works
【宋】周邦彦
Wind old warbler chicks, rain fat plums, afternoon shade chia trees clear round. The land is close to the mountain, and the clothes run the stove smoke. People are quiet and black kites are enjoying themselves, outside the small bridge, new green splashes. With Jiujiu, Huanglu bitter bamboo, quasi-Panjiujiang boat.
Every year, such as the Sheyan, drifting to the Han Sea, come to send repairs to the rafters. And outside Moth's body, long in front of the Venerable. Haggard Jiangnan tired customers, unbearable to listen to, anxious to organize. At the banquet, let me sleep when I am drunk.
The young warblers grow older in the wind, the plums are fattened by the rain, and the large trees cast cool graphic shade at midday. The terrain is low and close to the mountains, and stove smoke is often used to remove moisture from clothes. People are leisurely, birds are enjoying themselves, and the stream outside the bridge is newly swollen and green water is gurgling. I looked at the bar for a long time, and my eyes were full of yellow reed bitter bamboo, and I couldn't help but feel the sad feelings that Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" chanted.
This year, I am like a flying Lao Yan, drifting through the Hanhai desert and coming to this rafters to take shelter. Don't think about things outside of your body, it's better to drink and get drunk. I am a haggard traveler in Jiangnan and can't bear to listen to the lively and complicated music. Let's arrange pillows and bamboo mats in front of the song and dance banquet, and let me fall asleep when I get drunk.
In the eighth year of Emperor Yuanyou of Song Zhe (1093-1096), Zhou Bangyan was transferred from Luzhou professor to Lishui County, a period of political frustration in his life. On a sunny summer day, the lyricist and his friends came to the remote mountains and forests near Lishui County, the beautiful forest spring in the thoughtless mountain song and dance high party, sake to buy joy, this word was written at this time, the lyricist pinned his feelings between the mountains and rivers, lamenting the life of the drifting, the eunuch is like a reverse journey. In the face of the mountains and rivers, the worried lyricist did not go with the crowd, but put a feeling of bitterness, depression, haggard and drifting in the beautiful scenery and a glass of wine.
Near the Pu Lian Shooting Pavilion in Zhongshan County to escape the summer
【宋】周邦彦
The new fence shakes the emerald bao, and the winding path leads to the deep. The summer fruit is harvested crispy, the golden pill falls, and the birds are frightened. Thick verdant shore grass. Frogs are noisy, and rain is singing in the pond.
Water pavilion small. Where the duckweed is broken, the shadow of the curtain is upside down. Silken scarf feather fan, sleepy north window clear dawn. Wu Shan dreamed in the screen. Shocked, still in the river.
The turquoise bamboo shakes the green canopy, and the path is quiet and winding, giving people a cool and comfortable feeling. The fruitful fruit hangs all over the branches and alarms the birds when it falls. The rain pounded on the pond, the shore was covered with lush grass, and the frog sound was so noisy.
The small pavilion stands in the middle of the water, and the surface of the water that cannot be covered by duckweed reflects the shadow of the curtain eaves, which is hazy and beautiful. Carrying a scarf on his head and a feather fan in his hand, he was sleepwalking by the north window in the early morning, sleepwalking in his hometown because of the drawings on the screen, and when he woke up, he found that he was still in Jiangbiao.
Not far from the county seat of Lishui, Zhongshan County has an excellent summer resort that makes people linger - Gu Shooting Pavilion, Zhou Bangyan knew that when Lishui was in office, he often went here to escape the summer and write the words "Close Shooting of Pingpu Lian". This word is believed to be Zhou Bangyan's self-directed song. The upper part of the word describes the scenery of midsummer, and through the depiction of the scenery, outlines the outline of the Pugu Shooting Pavilion in Zhongshan County and the surrounding environment; In the next film, the place where the lyricist lives and the real life situation express the homesickness of the lyricist.
Painting Tang Chun
【宋】张先
The lotus seeds in the outer lake are uneven, and the gulls fly in the green places of the mountains. The water and sky dissolve the painting late, and the shadow moves in the middle.
Peach leaves sing softly, apricot red dark light clothes. The small lotus barrier avoids the slanting light and divides the emerald yin.
The surface of the lake is covered with green lotus canopies, which are jagged at a glance. Between the green mountains after the rain, a few white gulls fluttered. Water and sky merge, the painting boat swimming in the lake is slowly moving, and the figure is slowly moving with the cruise ship in this mirror-like lake.
The singer in thin clothes sings the "Peach Leaf Song" gracefully, and her female companion sings softly on the side, and the melodious song echoes between the weather and water. The apricot red color of the singer girl is particularly dazzling. Because it was a summer day, the afterglow was still hot, and the singer picked a lotus leaf to cover her face, one green and one red, which made people can't help but feel a little cool.
Zhang Xian's little words are coquettish, and this song "Painting Hall Spring" writes all the thousands of styles in the lake where prostitutes are boated in summer. The time is summer, the location is in Jiangnan, Jiangnan Duohu. Zhang was first a native of Huzhou, Jiangnan, and served as an official in Jiangnan, and his destination in his later years was also in Jiangnan. The upper film of the lyrics writes the beauty of lakes and mountains, and the next film writes the beauty of song women. Although this poem is a beautiful work, it is written subtlely, artistically, moving and static, bright colors, static verdant mountains, flying white gulls, still clear lakes, moving gorgeous painting boats, as well as green lotus leaves, apricot red summer clothes, golden afterglow, quiet and delicate girls, swirling and fluttering songs, and intoxicated lyricists who do not appear in the picture, but can be realized, all of which God and tangibly integrate the characters and scenery into one realm, constituting a unique and beautiful beauty.
洞仙歌·暑中
【Song】Huang Xiang
What is the matter with the cicada, brave the heat and groan. For whom to suffer in the staccato sound. The clouds are falling, the time is refreshing, the autumn is refreshing, and the sky is clear and rainy.
Pearls are infinite. are in the lotus, suspected to be the galaxy against the court. Mo is as bright as the year, and there is a clear respect, a place where the paddle sits, and the water and wind come from. Believe in beautiful scenery, since ancient times, how can you gather together without meeting many talents.
For what purpose do these cicadas brave the scorching heat and chirp like this? The staccato sound so miserable. A burst of white clouds floated in the sky, sometimes scattering and sometimes converging, blocking out the fierce summer sun. Suddenly, scattered white clouds gathered and piled up, and in an instant, heavy rain poured, and the cool autumn mood naturally became more intense.
Countless raindrops scattered into crystal droplets on the lotus leaves, this pond is the Milky Way in the sky, these scattered pearls are the dense stars, it is really joyful to be able to sit at home and see the wonders of the starry river to the household. Although life is so boring, because of such a beautiful scenery, it cannot be wasted. Not to mention that there is Qingzun to accompany you, and you can also leisurely watch the place where the water and wind come. However, although there is such a beautiful scenery in front of you, how can you get true happiness without a confidant with you?
This is a small poem about the summer scene, through the description of a series of scenes such as cicadas, clouds, summer rain, lotus flowers, etc., showing the special atmosphere and scenery before and after the sudden rain of midsummer, expressing the unique perception of nature by the lyricist. The upper part of the word begins with the chaotic call of the summer cicada, showing the sultry summer heat and the irritability and bitterness of the lyricist's mood. It then describes how the weather changes from extreme heat to shade and then to torrential rain. The second part of the word mainly describes the rain scene and the feelings of the lyricist in the rain. Through the technique of sandwiching and discussing, he praises the beautiful scenery in front of him from the side, and at the same time expresses his understanding of life. The depiction of the whole poem is very delicate, with the meaning of the brush stroke, and the emotion at the end is distant and evocative.
乳燕飞·夏游
【宋】周密
The wave shadow rippled. When the wind blows and a boat comes, the emerald sky is clear. Go to Guo Xuanyang for only a few miles, and Guan Yunxiu. Fast teeth and branches. The empty half-dangerous pavilion can gather far away, watching the cave court and the ethereal show. People are old, the scenery is the same.
Sail to the sail or not. Ask about ancient and modern, how many times the sun is slanting, and how many times to look back. Whoever is in charge of the evening is in charge of the river, they all pay the rain lotus smoke willow. Those who know me, Yan Peng Gu friends. Laughing and patting Fan Li, very flat Wu, but Qian lowered his hands. Wangu, pay for the wine.
The stone embankment is reflected in the water, and the shadow of the stone wall shakes as the wind blows the lake. In the warm breeze, my friends and I came in a small boat, and the verdant shade of the trees sheltered out the heat, so that the day became cooler. After leaving the city only a few miles away, you will see mossy stone steps in the mountains, ancient pines like closing doors, stretching clouds and distant cave peaks. Put on a clog, hold a bamboo cane, scramble, quickly climb the mountain, climb to the top of the floating jade mountain Xiongjian Pavilion, by the railing, the cave garden scenery is ethereal and wonderful, although people are getting older day by day, the scenery of the rivers and mountains is still the same.
The world only knows to admire the fame, but they do not know that through the ages, the years are like a stream, which is nothing more than a few degrees of slanting sun and looking back a few times. Who will take charge of the evening color of this river, or pay the rain lotus smoke willow, climb to the victory, pleasing to the eye, forget the return of the twilight, temporarily be the lord of the lake and mountain, can be said to be the most satisfactory thing in life, understand me, only that Yanpeng and Gull friend. Laughing and patting the railing, he shouted loudly to Fan Li, why did he level Wu Guo and invite a hermit like him who was fishing by the river? In the face of the current reality, it is difficult to do anything, it is better to retreat to seclusion in the rivers and lakes, this remnant life, and let me give all the worries of the ages to the wine glass.
This is a bold and extravagant Ji You Lyric, which not only records the well-thought-out travel activities with friends, but also expresses the otherworldly ethereal feelings of the lyricist in the landscape scenery, and expresses the worldly mind and nostalgia of the elegant people of the rivers and lakes. The poem is preceded by a preface that introduces the origin of the word's writing: "In the first summer of the late Xin, I took passengers to Suwan with a book. Leaning on the danger pavilion, the pleasure of viewing. The so-called floating jade mountain and blue wave lake are all displayed horizontally, and one of the few seats in Tewu. Looking at the area from afar, it is as small as a cloud of smoke; The cave court, the ethereal peaks, the dedication, Gai Wang Youcheng, General Li coloring painting. The pine wind roared, and the twilight was everywhere, making people forget about it. Nostalgic for the past, singing highly, I don't know why my life is like this. Xishan is not old, the reward is endless, and in the future, when he looks at the present, he who has a contract to speak. Because of the big book jacaranda, take the ji to travel. "In the fifth year of Jingding (1261), Zhou Mi and Yang Min and others formed a yin club in the West Lake Ring Biyuan, the scenery of Jiangnan, and everyone often traveled hand in hand. This poem, written in the early summer of Xin Mo (1271), is an improvisation of Zhou Mi and his friends while enjoying the landscape in Huzhou.
This poem is excellent, and the word order is also excellent, the word order is always written with a smooth pen, and the words are carefully copied with a fine brush to imitate the charm of mountains and rivers. The upper part of the word is written Jing Jiyu, and the next piece is nostalgic and lyrical. At this time, the lyricist was still briefly immersed in the paradise of forgetting reality, and when the iron horse of the Yuan army broke through this dream, after the fall of Lin'an and the demise of the Southern Song Dynasty, such a dashing and dusty work could no longer be seen in the meticulous lyrics.
Xijiang Yue Night Walking Huangsha Road
【宋】辛弃疾
The bright moon is shocking, and the breeze is singing cicadas in the middle of the night. The rice blossom fragrance said that the harvest year, listen to the sound of frogs.
Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain. In the old days, Maodian She's forest edge, Luzhuanxi Bridge suddenly saw.
The bright moon rose above the treetops and startled the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the sound of cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice, people talk about the harvest year, and the sound of frogs is heard in their ears.
Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars appear faintly, a light rain falls in front of the mountain, and pedestrians hurry to cross the stream from the small bridge to hide from the rain. In the old days, where was the hut shop next to the woods near the Land Temple? Turning the corner, the Mao shop suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
Xin has written several poems about the countryside, and this "Xijiang Moon" is more famous. The words describe the natural scenery of summer nights, and the words only write one eye, one rain and two scenes, the upper part is sunny and the next piece is rainy. The whole word describes the rural scenery from several small things, both the scenery and the people, not only truly depicting a picture of rural summer nights, but also expressing the harvest scene in the countryside and the joy of the farmers. There is movement in the night scene of the previous film, and there is movement to write stillness. The bright moon is shining, the breeze is gentle, and the rice blossoms are fragrant. In the tranquility, there are suddenly magpie chirping, cicada chirping, and frog noise, and the more noisy and quiet, the movement sees the quiet, and the joy of a good harvest is in sight. In the next film, the scenery shifts, the mountain rain is coming, the mood is leisurely and anxious, eager to avoid the rain, the stream bridge suddenly sees, and the familiar Mao shop flashes in front of you. A state of trance surprise jumped on the paper.
南乡子
【宋】李之仪
（一）
After spring, the rainy days. Yayin oriole wins the string. The durian leaf thousand lights first reported the summer, before the steps. Only tea is the most convenient.
Life is a few times. Conscious years are even more pitiful. If you want to ask what this situation looks like, the fate is extended. Look at the falling willows between the windows.
（二）
Sleep and go back to the pond. I don't see the mud swallow busy. The flowers were all green all over the day before, and the western wall. There is a light breeze and dark fragrance.
Step lazy just to find the bed. Lie down and watch the gossamer grow to the ground. Self-hatred, boredom, often sick wine, desolation. How talented is like Shenyang.
（三）
Green water fills the pond. Point water dragonflies to avoid swallows. Apricots are pressed yellow half-ripe, adjacent to the wall. The wind sends flowers and flowers a few bursts of fragrance.
Horn tufts lining gums. Sweaty and long. A little banana has been sparsely rained and slightly cool. Painting corners send the sunset leisurely.
（四）
Light rain wet dusk. Heavy noon Jiachen covers the door alone. The nest swallow leads the chicks away and disappears. Empty foraging marks between beams.
The guest house is like a village. Good things are not carried. Only Yingsheng knows this hatred and is attentive. It was like it smelled on the pillow at the time.
(1): After spring, the summer rains first stop, and the sky is so clear. The delicate chirping of oriole birds is really better than appreciating the sound of orchestral silk bamboo. The pomegranate blossoms in front of the steps are lit up like thousands of red lanterns, reporting the arrival of summer. At this moment, only a clear tea can pass the time in front of you.
Thinking of the ups and downs of fate and the drifting of his life, he felt that the future was more elusive and pitiful. If you want to ask what is similar to this love, it is the fate of fate, look at the long willows outside the window!
(2): When I woke up, I got up and went around the pond, I couldn't see the swallows busy with mud, but I saw that the flowers on the western wall in the past few days had unconsciously been green, and a light breeze sent the dark fragrance of the flowers.
Tired of walking, too lazy to continue walking, but looking for a bed to lie down, watching the flying willow silk grow to the ground. I hate myself for often pouring my sorrows with wine because I am bored, and I feel desolate after being drunk, where there is that wonderful talent like the sunset.
(3): Green water fills the pond, dragonflies on the surface of the water are busy hiding in order to avoid swallows, the branches next to the wall are hung with half-ripe yellow apricots, and the wind sends the fragrance of lotus flowers.
The ivory-decorated bed was covered with boxy bamboo mats, and sweat soaked clothes woven with silk, and the summer days were so long. It wasn't until a bout of rain hit the plantain that it felt slightly cool. The melodious sound of painting corners sent away the sunset.
(4): A light rain wet the ground at dusk, but I covered the door alone during this Dragon Boat Festival. The swallows lured away all the young swallows in the nest, leaving traces of the nest between the beams, how can it not be gloomy?
The guest house was as cold as a remote village, and I was lonely, and I didn't even have a person to drink in front of the bottle, only the sound of the yellow warbler, as if I knew the bitterness in my heart, just like the sound I heard on the pillow at that time.
Li Zhiyi's set of "Nanxiangzi" is ingeniously conceived and fresh in style, and is longer than light language, scenery language, and love language. It delicately describes the scenery of summer, and the language is simple and simple, and the style is close to that of Liu Yong.
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