Recalling Qin E
Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Ci
The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin E dreamed of cutting off the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.
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Notes:
This poem is nostalgic for the past and deeply inspiring. The first part was caused by the mournful sound of the flute under the moon, and it was hard to look back after seeing the prosperity of the past. The next three sentences add willow color and farewell feelings to the moonlight, blending the scene into one, making it look bleak and confusing. The next film reveals the story of Yunhan and depicts the time and place when it was most prosperous. And the sentence "Xianyang Ancient Road" suddenly drops thousands of feet, which is sad and touching. If I continue with the sentence "Yin Chen Jue", the sadness will become even deeper. The eight characters "West Wind" only describe the realm, and the feeling of rise and fall is contained in it. The majesty of his spirit is truly unparalleled in both modern and ancient times. Li Zhiyi of the Northern Song Dynasty once combined this word.
The Bodhisattva Man
Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Ci
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The flat forest is woven with smoke in the desert, and the cold mountain area is sad and green. It's dark when you enter a high-rise building, and there are people upstairs who are worried. The jade steps are standing in the sky, and the birds are returning home in a hurry. Where is the return journey? The long pavilion is shorter than the pavilion.
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This poem is about looking into the distance and cherishing people, embodying feelings in the realm. Let's write about the realm of flat forests and cold mountains, the vast and tragic realm. Emperor Liang Yuan wrote: "When I climbed up the tower and looked around, I could only see smoke in the trees in the distance. The plains are like this, and I don't know how many thousands of roads there are." The realm of this poem is similar to this. However, when he writes about sunset scenes, he feels even more desolate. These two sentences are white from the inside out. The two sentences "Bai Se" come from the outside to the inside. The smoke is like weaving, the sadness is blue, and they are all peaceful. Two sentences turn to the building and people, forcing the word "sorrow" to awaken the whole story. Therefore, those who feel sad in Hanshan are because of sadness; those who feel sad are because people do not return to their ears. On the lower part, highlight the word "gui". The word "empty" also comes from the word "sorrow". The bird flies in a hurry, describing the dynamics of space and the mood of the bird. Birds never return to people, so this poem about looking far away and cherishing people embodies feelings in the realm. Let’s write about the state of Pinglin and Hanshan, which is vast and tragic. Emperor Liang Yuan wrote: "Standing in the sky". The two sentences "where" echo each other and still end with realm. But seeing the return journey but not the return person, the meaning of the poem is endless.
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Some people call Li Bai the "ancestor of poets of all generations" based on these two poems
Bodhisattva Man"
Raise your head Suddenly I saw Hengyang wild geese, and there were thousands of voices and thousands of words.
I can’t bear to be a lover, and I don’t have a single line of writing.
Crying back to the Xiangge Pavilion with hatred, and flooding the pink with tears.
When the geese came back, there was no book to send.
Lian Lizhi"
The palace buildings are covered with snow and the palace buildings are closed, and the curtains are dim and golden.
The bucket presses the langan, the fragrant heart is light, and the plum tips lean lightly.
The incense and musk smoke of Bao Ni is thick, and the fragrant red silk and emerald quilt.
The clouds are lightly painted, and the tears of Zhaoyang are dripping.
We live so close to each other, but our kindness is cut off, and it seems like we are thousands of miles away.
Looking outside the crystal curtain, the bamboo branches are cold, and the sheep guard has not yet arrived.
"Qingpingle"
On a spring day in the forbidden court, the orioles' feathers are covered with new embroidery.
Baicao cleverly asks for flowers to fight with, but only bets that the fight will be filled with pearls and jade.
In the evening, I was taking care of the remaining makeup and dancing in colorful clothes in front of the emperor.
Who knows that the waist is slim and the body is smiling like a king?
"Qingpingle"
On a clear night during the ban, the moon explores the golden window.
The mandarin ducks in the jade tent spray blue and musk deer, and sometimes the silver lamps are fragrant.
The female companion should not sleep alone, and the sixth house has three thousand Luoqi.
Every smile is charming, who is Chen Zhongjiao on?
Three poems from "Qing Ping Diao"
The clouds think of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is rich.
If we hadn’t met at the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai.
The dew on a branch is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like her? Poor Fei Yan, who relies on her new makeup.
Famous flowers attract the attention of the whole country and the two of them love each other so well that the king will look at them with a smile.
Explanation: The spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the Agarwood Pavilion leans against the railing in the north.
Autumn in the Guidian Palace"
The fairy descends, Dong Shuangcheng,
The jade sheng is played in the Han Palace in the cool night.
At the end of the song, I left the fairy palace.
Thousands of households and thousands of doors are only illuminated by the moon.
"The Autumn Breeze is Clear"
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
The fallen leaves gathered and scattered,
The jackdaws were frightened again.
When will we know when we miss each other?
It’s hard to feel embarrassed at this time and night.
"White-nosed Gun"
White-nosed Gun with a silver saddle,
The green space blocks the mud brocade.
When the drizzle comes in the spring breeze and the flowers fall,
I whip my whip and drink from Orchid.