Liu Changqing was a poet of the Tang Dynasty, who called himself the "Great Wall of Five Words". Later generations commented on his poems: "Changqing's poems are delicate and not exuberant, and when they are slowly tasted, they should not be created to look at it once." ”
The poet Jun read Liu Changqing's poems, and he felt leisurely and elegant, and the aftertaste was endless. Today, the poet Jun introduces ten poems of Liu Changqing, let's read them together.
"The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow"
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold.
Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people on the night.
The twilight of the mountains became more and more distant, and the thatched huts looked even poorer in the cold weather. Suddenly, there was the sound of dogs barking outside the firewood gate, and the family who had returned home after the snow and wind had returned home.
This is One of Liu Changqing's most well-known poems, which uses extremely condensed poetic brushes to depict a picture of the overnight stay in the cold mountains based on the nighttime accommodation of tourists and the classification of mountain families and snowmen. Each poem constitutes an independent picture, yet connected to each other. There are paintings in the poems, and there is love outside the paintings.
"Sending the Spirit to the People"
Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late.
Lotus belt oblique sun, green mountains alone back.
The verdant jungle hides the Bamboo Forest Temple, and the sound of dusk bells is heard in the distance. Under the reflection of the setting sun, he was walking alone along the green mountain into the distance.
This small poem describes the mood of the poet when he sent Lingche back to zhulin Temple in the evening, it borrowed lyricism, exquisite conception, refined language, simple and beautiful, and was a famous piece of landscape poetry in the Tang Dynasty.
"Listening to the Piano"
On the seven strings of The Pine Wind, listen to the pine wind and cold.
Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people today do not play.
The strings play a cool melody and undulate melody, listening carefully to the sound of the rolling waves. I love this ancient tune, but most people don't play it anymore.
This is a poem of words and deeds. The poet laments that the ancient tune has been treated coldly and is not valued by the world, in order to express the sadness and indignation that Huai Cai did not meet, and to relieve the regret of the world's few acquaintances. The whole poetic mood is elegant, the interest is high, the language is subtle, the pun is pun, and the lonely feelings that permeate the words and lines are touching.
"Farewell King Eleven Journey to the South"
Looking at the smoke and water, he waved his hand and wept.
Birds are nowhere to be found, and green mountains are empty to people.
The Yangtze River is far away, and the sunset is five lakes and spring.
Whoever sees Tingzhou, Acacia sorrows white apple.
Watch your boat sail towards the vast clouds and waves frequently to bid farewell to the tears and wet the scarf. You are like a bird that does not know where to go, leaving this green mountain in the air to face pedestrians.
The lone sail of the river is far away, and you will enjoy the beauty of the Five Lakes under the sunset. Who can see me on the Li Ting Continent to miss you, looking at the white apple heart full of infinite sorrow.
This farewell poem is intended to write about the mood when parting with friends. With the help of the foreground objects, the poet expresses parting from sorrow through distant look and contemplation. The technique is novel and not conventional.
"New Year's Work"
The nostalgia of the new year cuts, and the sky is alone.
Old to the people, spring return in the guest first.
Ridge ape with Dan Twilight, river willow wind and smoke.
It has been like Changsha Fu, from now on for a few years.
The homesickness of the New Year is even more heartfelt, and the independent sky cannot help but burst into tears. In old age, I was relegated to the rank of a man, and the spring return hurriedly walked ahead of me.
The apes in the mountains and I were in the same twilight, and the willows by the river shared my sorrows. I have already suffered the same as the elder wife, so when will I have to rest?
This is a poem written when the author was degraded. This poem expresses the infinite sorrow and frustration of the writer. The whole poem is more lyrical than the scene, the artistic conception is far-reaching, the words are concise, the scene is one, and the feeling is profound.
"Changsha Over Jia Yi House"
Three years of eunuchs are late, and all eternity has left Chu Ke sad.
After autumn grass went alone, the cold forest saw the sun tilting.
Han Wen has a Dao Grace is still thin, Xiang Shui is merciless hanging, do you know?
Where the lonely country and mountains are shaken, what is the end of the world!
On a late autumn evening, the poet came alone to the former residence of Jia Yi in Changsha. Jia Yi, a famous political commentator during the reign of Emperor Wen of Han, was vilified by the magnates and was appointed as the Prince of Changsha for three years. Although he was recalled to the capital, he could not be of great use and died of depression. A similar encounter made Liu Changqing feel sad and nostalgic for the past, and he sang out this rhythm poem.
You have been left here and lived lonely for three years, leaving you with sorrow in the past. Walk on the autumn grass to find your footprints alone, only the dim slanting sun reflects the Hanlin.
Why is Ming Jun so kind to you, and Xiang shui is ruthless, how do I know my affection for you? The mountains have fallen out of the cold, the grass and trees have withered, poor why are you degraded here!
"Searching for nanxi Changshan Daoist hermitage"
Along the way, there are traces of berry moss.
The white clouds are quiet, and the spring grass is closed.
Look at the pine color through the rain, follow the mountain to the water source.
Xihua and Zen are relatively forgetful.
Along the way, moss trails leave shoe marks. White clouds nestle on the quiet sandbar, and spring grass surrounds the courtyard idle door.
After the new rain, the pine is green and green, and it follows the mountain road to the water source. Seeing Xihua's heart was calm, and his concentration was relatively silent.
The poet Xingchong rushed to visit a Taoist monk in the mountains, did not want to eat a closed door, searched for a place near and far, still did not achieve his wishes, the poet not only did not produce disappointment and sorrow, but obtained spiritual comfort and psychological satisfaction. This poem was written in this context.
"Send Li Zhongcheng to Xiangzhou"
Exiled to the South, he once drove 100,000 divisions.
There is no old karma, and when you are old, you will fall in love with Ming.
Independent trilateral quiet, light life a sword to know.
On the vast river, the sun is twilight.
This wandering veteran of The Southern Expedition once commanded 100,000 male divisions. Later, he resigned and returned to his hometown without an estate, and in his old age he still lingered on the wise.
When he was young and strong, the three sides of the independence merit were calm, and the only way to live for the country was to carry the sword. Floating around on the vast Han River, where do you want to go from day to dusk?
This poem praises General Lee's heroism, loyalty and outstanding deeds with deep feelings, and expresses infinite sympathy for the veteran's return to exile in his later years. The poet alludes to the scene, uses the scenery to contrast the emotion, and implicitly expresses the unfortunate encounter of the veteran who is poor at dusk. The whole poem is pathetic and deeply moving.
"Autumn Day Deng Wu Gongtai Temple Overlook"
The ancient platform is shaken backward, and the autumn is in the heart of the hometown.
There are few people coming from the wild temple, and the cloud peak is deep in the water.
The sunset is still strong, and the cold chimes fill the empty forest.
Worried about the affairs of the Southern Dynasty, the Yangtze River is alone today.
The ruined grass and trees of the ancient platform have withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my nostalgia. The monasteries in the wilderness are less pedestrianized, and the view of the cloud peaks across the water is even deeper.
The sunset clings to the old city and falls, and the sound of chimes echoes in the empty forest. Sentimental sadness about the past of the Southern Dynasty is not sad, only the Yangtze River rushes from ancient times to the present.
This poem was written when Liu Changqing was living in Yangzhou. After the outbreak of the Anshi Rebellion, Luoyang, where Liu Changqing had lived for a long time, fell into the hands of the rebels, and the poet was forced into exile in the Yangzhou area of Jiangsu Province, ascended in the autumn, came to WuGongtai, and wrote this ancient poem.
"From Xiakou to Parrot Island Sunset Looking at Yueyang In the Middle"
Tingzhou has no waves and no smoke, and Chu Ke's love is not clear.
Hankou sunset oblique dodo, Dongting autumn water far away.
The lonely city is cold and blowing horns, and the lone tree is facing the river at night.
Jia Yi went to the Han Room, and Changsha went to ancient and modern pity.
The poem was composed when the poet was on a tour to the Xiakou area after serving as a transporter in Ezhou between Zhide (Tang Suzong, 756-758). The author set off by boat from Xiakou, arrived at Parrot Island when the sun set, touched the scenery, wrote this poem, and sent it to Yuan Zhongcheng who was far away on the shore of Dongting Lake.
How eye-catching TingZhou was when the ship was released, there was no wind and waves and no smoke and mist, and the acacia of my Chudi guest was like the vast river. In the sunset of Hankou, birds and finches crossing the river can be seen flying sideways; the autumn water of Dongting Lake is full of autumn water, and the distant sky is connected to the blue sky. The lonely city behind the mountain sounded the trumpet, and a sound of desolation was cold, and the single tree on the river was moored in the night with my boat. Jia Yi wrote only because he was worried about state affairs, and for the sake of the long-term peace and stability of the Han Dynasty, he was unfortunate to drop Changsha far away, which made people deeply sad in ancient and modern times.