How beautiful Chinese is, the form of view is changeable, it can be bold and subtle, it can be catchy to read, and the meaning is endless.
If you don't learn Chinese, you won't know what kind of hustle and bustle "red dust" is that it is difficult to give up, how "broken intestines" is indescribable, what kind of misty rain and rain is in "Jiangnan", and what kind of nostalgia is "bright moon"...
Duality, as a common technique in the creation of Chinese poems and couplets, pays attention to the opposite of two pairs, the number of words is equal, the balance is consistent, and the meaning is related.
Among all the languages, only Chinese can be neat, beautiful and elegant, it is beautiful in the body, but also in the bones.
Today, Shijun has compiled 97 couplet sentences, let's enjoy this shocking Chinese and experience the beauty of Chinese condensation and harmony!
- Writing Notes -
The sorrow of parting, the erosion of longing,
There is no emotion that cannot be expressed,
There is no affection that cannot be portrayed,
This is the magic of the Chinese language!
Post plum blossoms, fish pass ruler element.
Treasures of nature, outstanding people.
The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon.
After a long drought and a sweet rain, I met my old acquaintance in another country.
The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.
Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old.
Three cups of bamboo leaves pierced the heart, and two peach blossoms came up to the face.
The soul of the wanderer is gone, and the beauty is broken by the smoke of the green building.
Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.
Love to walk in the deep bamboo in the evening and evening, and the moon is more on the small bridge.
- Landscape -
The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the desert is majestic,
It can be magnificent, it can be graceful,
Thousands of scenes, condensed Chinese in one,
It can be said that it is not shocking and profound!
桃灼灼,柳依依。
The snow is vast and the rain is falling.
The mountains are green, and the swallows cut the willows.
The fog is lost on the platform, and the moon is lost.
The rocks pierce the air, and the waves crash on the shore.
Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.
The bright moon hides the tall trees, and the long river does not know the sky.
The autumn wind blows Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an.
The quieter the cicada noise forest, the more secluded the birdsong mountain.
In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and birds.
The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.
Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
Flying egrets in desert paddy fields, yellow orioles in the shade of summer trees.
- Philosophical Cultivation -
Be as soft as water,
Be as tough as a tree.
Don't lose your hole cards, don't cross the line,
The wisdom of the ancients guides us to move forward with high spirits.
Full of losses, humble benefits.
The melons are ripe and falling, and the water is a matter of course.
If you listen partially, it will be dark, and if you listen to both, it will be clear.
Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.
Those who are turbid are self-turbid, and those who are clear are self-purifying.
Outside of the gold and jade, it is ruined.
A bud knows spring, and a leaf knows autumn.
The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the fire sees the real gold.
The grass is withered, and the snow is light.
There are no butterflies in the flowers, and there are diving fish in the algae.
The floral fragrance is warm, the clouds are light and the sun is new.
If you want to be poor, go to the next level.
- Expression of Sentiment -
I have a sense of ambition,
There is also the idea of a small jasper,
Singing the present and nostalgia, wandering the world,
No one loves this open-mindedness!
Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.
Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.
吟怀山川趣,观感古今文。
Outside the wreckage, wandering between the mountains and rivers.
Riding this long wind and fast waves, I am glad to watch the mountains near the water.
Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons.
Drink the dew of magnolia in the morning, and fall in the autumn chrysanthemum at night.
Ten miles of water is bright, and a forest of colorful sky.
The heart is bright with the sun and the moon, and the meritorious deeds are the world's great mountains and rivers.
It is difficult to cross the mountain and the people who are sad and lose their way,
The meeting in Pingshui is full of guests from other places.
- Reading Elegance -
Read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles,
There is Yan Ruyu in the book,
The book has its own golden house.
Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged.
Hard-working and persistent, eager to learn.
If you want to know about the ages, you must read the Five Cars Book.
A row of splendid flowers, falling paper like a cloud of smoke.
Tibetan ancient and modern academics, gathering the essence of heaven and earth.
Thousands of books on a snowy night, a scoop of wine when you spend time.
Don't be idle during the day, and youth will no longer come.
He has a master who will learn to speak, and teach the boy to hold poetry.
Endless waves return to the sea of learning, and periwinkle flowers and trees are in the forest of words.
There is only a stone on a blind date every day, and there is no oars like a book for many years.
Fu Feng combed all the rabbits in the mountains, dipped in ink and frightened the fish in the sea.
- Seasonal Festivals -
The thoughts of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the thoughts of the middle yuan,
Meeting means parting,
I have a sorrow, why send the breeze?
March dusk, the stars are shining.
Apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and mulberry leaves are white.
Frost chrysanthemum is thin, and rain plum is fat.
Mei Ying is gone, and the willow eyes are open.
It is very cold and hot, and the twilight smoke and fog are dawning.
The willow shakes the spring day, and the plum moon is dusk.
Cicada (蝉鸣哀暮夏,莺啭怨残春。
The green wall of Sunset Street, the twilight clouds occupy the smoke.
In the past, the snow was like flowers, and now the flowers are like snow.
The spring breeze covers the willows of a thousand doors, and the warm rain blooms a path of flowers.
The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.
The catkins pond falls asleep in spring, and the flower courtyard is cold.
- Wind and Moon Love -
She is like spring water intoxicating,
The skin is like congealed fat, and the face is like a peach blossom,
Just one glance teaches people to fall.
It is a blessing to meet her!
Lian Lizhi, and Tillian.
Tenderness is like water, and the best period is like a dream.
The peach face is autumnal, and the eyebrows are green.
The icing on the cake, the charcoal in the snow.
The eyes are full of autumn water, and the ten fingers are peeling spring bamboo shoots.
The warbler in front of the window is talking, and the swallows outside the curtain are flying.
The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.
The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.
The night moon is a dream, and the spring breeze is tender.
The smoke and orchid leaves are fragrant, and the peach blossoms are evenly heated in spring.
The flowers bloom and the mandarin ducks are warm, and the wine is drunk and the amber is thick.
The blue yarn waits for the moon and spring, and the red sleeves add fragrance to read at night.
Dye the spring water color of the south of the Yangtze River and form a Luo tent with a heart flower.
The drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the Yusheng cold.
-Emotions-
Leisurely sorrow, faint thoughts,
I don't know where you came from,
I don't know when you'll meet again,
Sorrow is accompanied by joy,
I can't tell, and I can't tell.
Tears rush with the water, and sorrow flies away from the clouds.
When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.
The white clouds are hanging in the shadows, and the birds are in reverie.
The autumn rain is ringing in the window, and the bed piano is broken at night.
Yumei smiled, and Jin Liu moved sadly.
The butterfly dreams of thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branch is on the third watch of the month.
In the rain, the bamboo leaves contain tears, and the plum blossoms in the snow carry the crown.
The glory of the industry is self-explanatory, and the famous flowers are brilliant and happy.
- Funny Anecdotes -
Chang'e rode the wind,
The Weaver Girl comes with the wind,
A person holding a jade rabbit is lonely,
One guards the lovesickness and rejoices in the meeting.
Underwater moon, flowers in the mirror.
The melon is ripe and falling, and the lotus root is broken.
Pushing open the window with both hands, a stone broke through the sky in the water.
The sound of pine, bamboo, bell, chime, and chime responds,
The mountains are watery, the smoke is empty.
Good water, good mountain, good wind, good moon, good autumn land,
Crazy and infatuated, infatuated and dreamy, several generations of infatuated people.
Warblers, warblers, swallows, emeralds, red, and red everywhere harmonious,
Rain, rain, wind, flowers, flowers and plants, twilight and twilight every year.
At the right time, the yellow crane came back and looked at the golden bottle for ten years.
Today, Baiyun is still asking who plays the jade flute, and the plum blossoms in May in the river city.
Every word contains an unusual beauty.
The beauty of the Chinese language is the ice and moon in the night sky, light and gorgeous.
I don't know what it feels like when I first read it, but when I read it again, I already describe the Chinese people, and in this world, only Chinese can produce such a very beautiful text.
The beauty of Chinese, were you shocked?