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Today, I would like to talk about the poem of Jia Qianqian, the daughter of Jia Pingwo, to talk about our ancient poetry.
Recently, Jia Qianqian's poems have become popular on the Internet, and the popularity is because she has written some poems, and these poems are sought after by the mainstream media and individual poets, but they are ridiculed by self-media and netizens.
If you are now eating or snacking, then it is recommended that you paddle away, because the following will show you Jia Qianqian's poem, which is Jia Qianqian's big move.
"Lang Lang"
Qingqing shouted
My sister on my bed
Wait for us to run
Lang Lang was already calm and self-assured
Pinch a piece of in your hand
Got out of bed
It was like a returning king
"My Mother"
Go home from work at noon
Auntie said you are very powerful
I asked
She said: Take them out in the morning
One will urinate
Pee to the door of the office
I shouted "My mother-in-law."
Another see
He also peed to the office door
He said while peeing
Both of your ladies peed
"What a Fragrance"
She said: In the morning, colleagues ate together
A colleague is at the dinner table in public
She shouted "Don't wipe it."
Another colleague saw the situation
Rushed forward and grabbed the colleague's finger
While licking and talking
What a fragrance, your snot
In our memory, poetry is the snow lotus on the peak of literature, it is white and flawless, it cannot be defiled, and it is not something that ordinary people can snoop on.
What kind of attitude should we adopt towards Jia Qianqian's poem? Mainstream media and individual poets think that and urine can be included in poetry, so can and urine enter poetry in the end?
To solve this problem, let's first understand what poetry is.
Poetry is the literary art of the human mind, and poetry shows natural life, social life and spiritual life through strict rhythm, beautiful language, dense rules, abundant emotions and rich imagery.
The role of poetry is to create a beautiful mood for us, through which we have resonance and empathy, resulting in a huge amount of spiritual energy.
Let's look at the poems of the ancients, and individual poets excerpt fragments to see if they meet these characteristics of poetry.
Cao Zhi's "Roselle Endowment":
Yu told him: "Its form is also like a frightening, and it is like a dragon." Rong Yao Qiu Ju, Hua Mao Chun Song. The hair is like a light cloud covering the moon, and the fluttering is like the snow returning to the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising into the sun; when forced to look at it, it is like a wave of dew. Slim down, trim the fit. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is like a yosu. Extended neck, hao is exposed. Fangze Wujia, lead Huafu Yu. Yun Ji E'e, trim eyebrow Lianjuan. Dan's lips are long, the teeth are fresh, the eyes are good, and the jingfu undertakes the right. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and relaxed. Tender and affectionate, flattering to language. Strange costumes, bone images should be pictured. Phi Luo's robes are splendid, and the Yao Yao is the Hua Ju. Wear gold jewelry, embellished with pearls to shine on the body. The text of the long journey, the light of the fog. The fragrance of the micro orchid is gentle, and the steps are in the corner of the mountain.
Among them, "Flying like a frightening, graceful dragon", "beard like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the return of the wind and snow", whether it is the artistic conception created, or the symmetry of the text structure, people feel beautiful, and the feeling of lovers is delicate and gentle.
Mulan Ci during the Southern and Northern Dynasties:
Chirping and chirping, Mulan is the weaving of the household. I don't hear the sound of the machine, only the female sigh.
Ask the woman what she thinks, ask the woman what she remembers. Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night I saw the military post, the Khan big point soldiers, the military book twelve volumes, the volume has the name of the grandfather. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, and is willing to be a city kurama and march for Grandpa from now on.
The East Market buys horses, the West Market buys saddles, the South Market buys the rudders, and the North Market buys long whips. Dan resigned the grandmother to go, staying by the Yellow River in the twilight, not hearing the grandmother calling the female voice, but hearing the splash of the Yellow River water. Dan resigned from the Yellow River, twilight to the head of the Black Mountain, did not hear the grandmother calling the female voice, but heard the Yanshan Hu riding chirping.
Wanli went to the plane, and Guan Shandu flew. Shuo Qi spread the golden garnet, and the cold light shone on the iron coat. The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned in ten years.
Among them, "Ten thousand miles to the plane, Guan Shandu ruofei." Shuo Qi spread the golden garnet, and the cold light shone on the iron coat. The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned in ten years", let people feel the heroism shown by Mulan in the war after joining the army, a woman can still do so in the military camp, and the boy should be more self-reliant.
Li Bai's "Wanglushan Waterfall":
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.
Li Bai is known as a poetry immortal, his poems give romanticism, he uses gorgeous words and imaginative imagination, to depict the momentum of Lushan Waterfall, from "straight down three thousand feet" and "milky way falling for nine days", we can imagine that Lushan Waterfall is not only long, but also the water is turbulent, flooding with gusts of water mist.
Du Fu's "Ascending to the Heights":
The wind was rushing, and the tall apes roared, and the white bird of Nagisa Qingsha flew back.
Boundless falling wood, the Endless Yangtze River rolling in.
Wanli Is often a guest in the autumn and has been sick for more than a hundred years.
Hardship hated the frost sideburns, and poured out the newly stopped cloudy wine glass.
Du Fu's famous sentence in this poem, "The boundless falling wood is under Xiao Xiao, and the Yangtze River is not exhausted", and the confrontation with the whole work expresses the eternal and infinite laws hidden between heaven and earth, and the two dynamics of the wind rolling leaves and the rolling waves are fully in mind.
Su Shi's "Nian Nu Jiao Chibi Huaigu":
The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters of the ages are flowing.
To the west of the old fortress, humanity is, three kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi.
Rocks pierced through the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and a thousand piles of snow rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at a time.
In the year of Gongjin, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time and was majestic and heroic.
Lupine scarf, between talk and laughter, the tree ashes disappear.
The homeland is wandering, amorous should laugh at me, early birth Huafa.
Life is like a dream, a statue is still in the moon.
Su Shi's bold words let us see Zhou Yu's calm and self-assured attitude in the face of a strong enemy in the Battle of Chibi in the Three Kingdoms, and also let us read Su Shi's feelings about the easy aging of life.
Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring":
The wind has run out of dust and flowers, and the tired hair is combed in the evening. Things are people and things are not things, and tears flow first.
It is said that sungai spring is still good, and it is also intended to pan a light boat. I am only afraid of the Twin Streams Ship Boat, and I can't carry many worries.
Li Qingzhao's euphemistic words, in the technique of white painting, the "sorrow" is expressed in the style of wind, flowers, incense, tiredness, tears, and grasshopper boats, and there are only a few words, but the mournful mood is vividly expressed, so that people can't help but feel pity when they read it.
The above poems let us feel the artistic conception presented by the words, let our hearts get the beauty from these words, and also let us feel the power of our own culture.
These poems are not only beautiful in artistic conception, but also beautiful in words and rhythms, which achieve the unity of form and god, which can be called a model of poetry.
Looking back at Jia Qianqian's poems, they are not only meaningless, but also rude, and they have no rhyme to speak of. Watching her poems, don't read them when eating and snacking, it makes people feel disgusting, and people can't understand, how can human nature be so evil?
What is even more difficult to understand is why the mainstream media and individual poets have chosen collective blindness and collective dementia. Jia Qianqian's poems are good or bad, do they really have no points in their own hearts?
Behind the praise of the mainstream media and individual poets, in fact, the cultural circles are sophisticated, if Jia Qianqian is not Jia Pingwo, but Jia Pingfeng, then the eyes and minds of the mainstream media and individual poets are not normal? In order to tout Jia Qianqian, even the remark that and urine can be included in poetry has exploded, which is a taint of poetry and a blasphemy against our own culture.
Nowadays, the mainstream media occupies the right to speak, no matter how we refute it, they all choose collective blindness and collective dementia, and we can only do our best to inherit our own traditional culture and expel bad money with good money.
The following are the Chinese style written on the themes of Lichun, Lixia, Liqiu and Lidong, and I hope that more people can feel the beauty of our own traditional culture.
《Chinese Style Lichun》
The moon sets, the mountain sky, and the night sinks
Ancient Trail Trail Wind Sound
Green fur wrapped around the body to slim the afterglow of the hand
Small window dust The fire is slightly cold
Swaying residual lights Cold wind knocks on the door
Knowing the wind, I asked who
The heat and cold are pastime round after round
Years and years and years and twilight, the sunset and the moonrise
Remembering the shallow affection for who suffers all their lives and so on
New shoots break the soil, fallen leaves back to the roots, accompanied by the sun, moon and stars
The heart is like a wasteland, and the grass has not grown Cold and lonely city
Hearing about the spring light, the starry night and the journey were chaotic
A pot of turbid wine, laughter
Three cups and two green ant golden bottles
Layers of clouds And gusts of wind
Thunder and rain
Whoever is tired of heart does not dare to say sleepy
A low brow sighed and shook off the dust of the heart
The world is stupid and dull, laughing at the red dust, and it has been sunk several times
The years are without a trace, weeping is silent, but it is difficult to hate
The east wind blows willows a few more warm storage
Pray for the return of spring to the glorious fall
Rouge sip red lips
Gold hairpin silver nobile Chinese dress in the body
Tonight wait for spring to return the soul
A kiss in the evergreen bush
Harujin was originally a daughter
Thousands of purples and thousands of red incense attacks people
《Chinese Style Lixia》
Cicadas chirp and hug the branches
Loud noise into the summer
Willows hang down gently
Mirror Lake combs hair and takes care of yourself
Naughty boy catches fish and shrimp
Startled the wild ducks and fled into the clouds
Green water Drift bamboo raft
At the foot of The South Mountain, there is a pool of lotus flowers
Come at night listen to the frogs
I don't know how sleepy I am
Aoyama out of green tea
Busy picking new shoots from several households
The morning light in the mountains is as thin as a veil
Whoever lifts the pen and dots the heavens and the earth is picturesque
Babbling water in front of the door sends fallen leaves and flowers
Like a flower, not a flower, what a bitter drift to the end of the world
The bluestone trail slippery rain whitewashed Uwa
Miss into the heart of who has been elegant
Time is like a white horse that has lost its reins
Ride the dust and wander the world
I was trapped in the south window and the rain was pouring through the window screen
Jun has lanzhou urged the water to flow down the east
Spring passed away Asking the good people's hearts is not enough
Eun Mei Tan Who lifts the pen for the Jun painting
The breeze is sleepless, and I want to be prosperous for a lifetime
One night moonlight thinned who's concerned
I can't look back and my body has grown up
The end of the world is home
《Chinese Style• LiQiu》
The moon is like a hook
Hanging from the treetops
Shore willows
Lean over and ask lonely boat
Jiangxin Sandbar is like a blind eye
Bursts of tears flowed
The heat is fading and the song is playing among the grasses
Late autumn wind The sound of cicadas makes people whitehead
A lamp of sorrow
It's like a fish in the throat
It is also like a lute covering its face and not being able to bear the probe
The river flows east
The past is hard to look back on
There are thousands of hearts in the chest that want to say goodbye
After parting with Jun
Lookout Floor
Now drunk on the sun
Shadow window leak
Xiao Ser Autumn Wind for Yi emaciated
Rolling red dust, only tears remain
The letterhead is thin and the thoughts are thick
Green silk is thick and affectionate
Where in this life is the hand of the Son
The long road is long and the jun is in the same boat
The two places are idle and drink all the fragrant residual wine
Something else comes to mind
Life is like a dream, it is really difficult to understand
A leaf falls, but the world knows autumn
《Chinese Style Lidong》
Rain comes in the morning, wind comes in the evening
Looking at the Guanghan Palace
Frost and cold fall covered with green pine
Snubbed WanShan red
The slanting sun is twilight, and there are a few broken feathers in the sky
The wind and smoke are gone, and the ants are in the grass
The grass withers and fades away the green onions
A hundred flowers withered and lost their delicate appearance
Thousands of mountains and rivers wipe away the fragrance
Jade dust is full of charm
Farewell to Jun yi ten miles long pavilion to send
Folding willows in the past, people go to empty buildings now
A sigh Of all the past is in plain sight
Thinking is like a needle, but it is like a thread, but it is a tight seam of the heart
A promise of a thousand gold is a deep sense of righteousness
The two are happy with each other
Sycamore Rain Jade Phoenix
Boundless Moon Water Exquisite
Tears of acacia, tears welling up
Parting hates booths and frowns
Love affair is easy to break, can't stand the years to play
Life is easy to grow old, only a tired face is left
Time is like flowing water, too hurried
In a hurry, life is like a dream
Life is like a dream, and the water is poor
Walk to the water and sit and watch the clouds end
With a heart of vastness
Looking back, the cold moon was empty
The above Chinese style, in the form of ancient poetry, is presented in a vernacular close to modernity, which is easier for most people than writing ancient poetry, and hopes that more people can create beautiful poetry.
We cannot defeat the poisonous dragons who hold the right to speak, so let us defend the cultural sacred places that we cannot be defied with our own efforts.
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