1. A complete collection of seven-character and five-sentence ancient poems
A complete collection of seven-character poems
1. "Early Departure from Baidi City"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
2. "Quequatrains"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Two orioles sing the green willows, and a line of white dew rises to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
3. "A feeling of coming out of the gate to welcome the coolness at dawn on an autumn night"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Thirty thousand miles east of the river, there is a sea of ??people, and five thousand mountains are still there. Go up to the skyscraper.
The remaining people shed tears in the dust and look south to see Wang Shi for another year.
4. "Li Si"
Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take a lazy look back at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
5. "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty
Last year on this day, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
6. "Farewell"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Passionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of the bottle.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
7. "Sending People"
Zhang Mi of the Tang Dynasty
Farewell to Meng Yiyi's arrival at Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern.
Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who are leaving.
8. "Writing Love"
Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
The precious silk with water patterns makes me think for a long time, and the good times of thousands of miles will rest overnight.
From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
9. "A Letter to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute?
10. "Swallow Tower"
Zhang Zhongsu of the Tang Dynasty
The broken lamp upstairs accompanied the dawn frost, and the person sleeping alone got up from the acacia bed.
How many lovesickness is a one-night stand? The ends of the earth are not as long as the ends of the earth.
11. "Gift to the Maid"
Cui Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
The princes, princes and grandsons chase after each other, and the green beads drop tears on their scarves.
As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.
12. "Reminiscences"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
A down and out man in the wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms.
After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, he won the lucky reputation of a brothel.
13. "Yaochi"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn.
The eight horses traveled thirty thousand miles in a day. Why would King Mu not do it again?
14. "The Complaints of Conquest"
Liu Zhongyong of the Tang Dynasty
Every year the Jinhe River returns to the Jade Pass, and the horses and swords are ringed.
In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.
15. "Yellow Crane Tower"
Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty
In the past, people had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here.
The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.
There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and Parrot Island with luxuriant grass.
Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad. 2. Famous lines from the seven-character ancient poem
Waves on the sand - Liu Yuxi The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and wind blow from the end of the world.
Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl. Mountain Walk - Du Mu Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. Qingming Festival - Du Mu It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. A gift to Wang Lun - Li Bai Li Bai was about to travel in a boat, when he suddenly heard people singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran to Guangling - Li Bai The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. Departing early from Baidi City - Li Bai's farewell to Baidi among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles to Jiangling in one day.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. Looking at Tianmen Mountain - Li Bai Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait stand out from each other, and the lone sail comes from the sun. Farewell to Dong Da - Gao Shi Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. Quatrains - Du Fu Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Walking alone by the river looking for flowers - Du Fu In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring light is lazy and leaning on the breeze.
A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red. Night Mooring at Fengqiao - Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Spring in the South of the Yangtze River - Du Mu The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in the water villages and mountains are winding.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. Bee - Luo Yin Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.
After collecting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for. Yuan Day - Wang Anshi The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches. Mooring in Guazhou - Wang Anshi Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan and Guazhou.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Drinking on the lake, it starts to clear and then rains - Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Dawn Scenery on the Spring River - Su Shi A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Title on the West Forest Wall - Su Shi It looks like a ridge on the side and a peak on the side, with different heights from near and far. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
Shier——Lu You After death, I know that everything will be in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
On an autumn night, I feel the dawn as I step out of the fence to welcome the coolness - Lu You. Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to see Wang Shi for another year.
Small Pond - Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear. The river has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it.
Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn from Jingci Temple - Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Spring Day——Zhu Xi The beautiful day finds its way to the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery suddenly becomes new. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
Title Lin'an Residence - Lin Sheng Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed? The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
Visiting the garden is not worth it - Ye Shaoweng You should pity the teeth of the clogs and the green moss, and the small buckle of firewood will not open for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
April in the Countryside - Wengjuan The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
Ink Plum——Wang Mian The tree at the head of my home’s inkstone washing pond has blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise you for the good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe.
Farewell to Anxi, the second envoy of the Yuan Dynasty - Wang Wei. The morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
Reminiscing about Shandong brothers on September 9th - Wang Wei. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Wanglu Mountain Waterfall - Li Bai The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance. The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky.
Looking at the Dongting - Liu Yuxi The lake light and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
3. Famous lines from the seven-character ancient poem
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time...The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will not regret it, and I will be haggard for the sake of comfort...The spring silkworm will not be used until it dies, and the wax will be gone. The torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry... Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees... The mountains and rivers are no longer doubtful, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village... The moon in the sea has tears, the sun is warm in the blue field, and the jade is smoke... Falling red is not a heartless thing , turn into spring mud to protect the flowers... There are no colorful phoenix wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart... The random flowers gradually become charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves... We are both fallen people in the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet... Don't have sorrow and hatred, At this time, silence is better than sound... The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling... There will be strong winds and breaking waves, and cloud sails will be hung directly across the sea... Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the golden phosphorus is shining towards the sun... Suddenly, it is like a night of spring breeze Come, thousands of pear trees are blooming...The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall... 4. Who has a beautiful seven-character ancient sentence?
The vast earth can be destroyed with a sword, and where can the bustling music and songs fall?
Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song. Who burns the smoke away and scatters the ties of vertical and horizontal.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated.
The flower is pity, whose fingertips it falls on. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.
Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can go back to the past, but we cannot go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you. A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows for several generations. It’s ridiculous that my fate is determined by nature.
As time goes by, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, watching the fireworks bloom and the full moon appear. The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other. The gatherings and separations are like water, carrying the world on our backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
Just like that, the mountains and rivers will never meet again. If you don’t look back, why not forget.
Since there is no chance, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace.
No matter what day or night, you are no longer a stranger. My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.
Maybe it's the marriage in the previous life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. The mistake of meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and then partes, one is happy and the other is sad, lying on the same couch, looking for acquaintances in dreams throughout life, and they are together for a while We will get to know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.
Always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side.
Even though the scene of discovery is long. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of strength, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.
Just looking back at you makes me miss you. I raise my glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, I feel confused and one year old.
Turning around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you save me in the next life? One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit.
One song and one sigh, a lifetime for one person.
The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.
Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession. If you act wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.
Who wakes up from the coma in this world? Spring silkworms spin out love threads in the air, twisting and pinching themselves. They always trick people into confusing them. What’s the use of persistence in a moment of prosperity? I try to go to the top of the mountain to see the bright moon. I open my eyes and look at the world of mortals. I am pitiful that I am the person in my eyes. The thousand strands of separation sorrow are constantly being cut, and the farewell thoughts are still confused and endless.
Ah! Just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flows endlessly! There is a desire to be a confidant, and the love is thousands of miles away, and the heart is moved; the feeling is just close, and the dream is lingering in the heart. It turns out that we have promised each other many times, but it seems like this has just passed away! The water is far away and the mountains are far away.
Love and knowledge are hard to let go of, so why not let them fly away. The most beautiful thing is the endless gaze, as if we have met before in the past life. The meaning of throwing red beans in the air is long. Where are the people in the mountains and rivers? The tenderness of chivalrous bones always makes me sad.
People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers. Thousands of years in the world are like my blink. The sky and the flying snow once had a one-night stand! ! Looking at the moon shape to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. Most of all, I stare at the infinite meaning, as if I have met each other in the previous life~~~~~~~~ The meeting is the front edge, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away. The vast world of illusion is boundless, and once you meet, you will never forget it.
Smiling when you meet the master, but if you don’t know him, what’s the problem? The tears are sour and the blood is salty, and I regret that my hands are spicy and my mouth is sweet. I only think that there is no sea of ??bitterness in the world. Gold and silver are white, but my eyes are red and my heart is black, but I don’t know that there is a blue sky above my head. If life is just like the first time we met, what happened? The autumn wind is sad, the painting fan changes easily, but the heart of an old friend changes easily. The words of Lishan are so clear that there are half tears in the night and the rain is still ringing. In the end, there is no complaint. How can I be so lucky? Thousands of miles.
Beautiful scenery and good weather, there is no sympathy for each other, no plan to pity each other! The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the many thoughts are difficult to deal with. Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, I can't bear to miss you! How should I deal with the people in the world who slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, scold me, or lie to me? You can only tolerate him, let him, let him go, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, and ignore him. If you wait for a few more years, where will he go? Come Qianqian, the long waves are fluttering and the dreams are knotted, and I am hesitant.
Look at its silk roots on the clear stream, swimming coldly and silently. Luan mirror, blue bird next to red wine, dying, gradually forgetting Su Su's slender fingers, not knowing how to think about it.
Don’t ask where the fallen flowers will go. They will hurt if they fall, but they will be cold if they stay. Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, drifts in the wind, dances in the rain, even if we practice in the same bed, we will end up as loess in the end.
Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
I knew it would be difficult to fight, but I regretted not keeping him at that time. In addition to being charming and upright, he is also unique and connected to others. He can raise his eyebrows thousands of times without thinking about them for a day.
When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the pine windows and bamboo doors are filled with all kinds of charm. Wild birds fly in, and it’s normal leisure again.
But I blame the white gull for looking at people and wanting to do it but not doing so. The old allies are all here, but the newcomers are here, why don't they say anything? Clouds rise from thousands of peaks, and sudden rains come and go in a blink of an eye.
How can the scenery create a picture when the sun sets over the trees further away? The green flag sells wine, and there is no human being on the other side of the mountain. As long as the scenery is bright, there will be nothing to do this summer. Both feet step on the waves of the world, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.
The number of articles in the world is Xiaoxiang. The number of articles in Xiaoxiang is my hometown. The number of articles in my hometown is my brother. I am changing the article for my brother. Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu, are they still green in the past? Even if the long strip seems to hang down like old, it should be broken by someone else's hand. I have so many talents in vain, and I have never opened my arms in my life. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are withered, and the phoenixes are not coming.
A good horse has no owner, and the heart of an old friend is saddened by the death of its string. Jiuquan Mo sighs, separated by three lights, and sends Wenxing into the night stage.
Life is a big dream. Autumn cools down the world several times, and maple leaves come at night. 5.20 seven-character rhymed poems plus brief analysis
1\Sorrow for Chen Tao Du Fu, the son of a good family in the Tenth County of Mengdong, whose blood was made of Chen Tao Ze's water.
There was no sound of fighting in the wilderness, and 40,000 rebels died on the same day. The barbarians returned and washed their arrows with blood, still singing barbarian songs to drink in the city.
The people all turned around and cried to the north, watching day and night for the arrival of the army. Chen Tao, the place name, is Chen Taoxie, also known as Chen Tao Ze, in the northwest of Chang'an.
In the winter of Emperor Suzong of the Tang Dynasty (756 AD), the Tang Army fought here with the Anshi rebels. Almost all of the Tang Army's 40,000 to 50,000 men were wiped out.
Soldiers from innocent families in the ten northwest counties (today's Shaanxi area) were blood-stained on the Chentao battlefield, and the scene was tragic.
Du Fu was trapped in Chang'an at this time, and the poem was written about this war. This was a battle that suffered a disastrous defeat.
How did Du Fu write it? He did not describe objectively how the 40,000 Tang troops collapsed and even died in the countryside. Instead, the first sentence uses solemn pen and ink to describe the time of this tragic event, the place of origin and identity of the victims.
This seems solemn and gives people a feeling of being heavier than Mount Tai. Therefore, the second sentence, "Blood is the source of Chen Tao Ze's water", is heartbreaking and even unbearable to watch.
This beginning describes Tang Jun’s death very seriously. As for the following two sentences, "There is no sound of fighting in the wilderness, and forty thousand rebels died on the same day", they do not mean that people have died and there is no sound in the wilderness, but they describe the poet's subjective feelings.
It means that after the war, the wilderness seemed extremely empty, the sky seemed empty, and the world was so solemn that there was no sound at all. It seemed that the world was also mourning such a tragic event as "forty thousand rebels died on the same day." The event exaggerates the atmosphere and feeling of "the world is in sorrow". The last four sentences of the poem switch from the battlefield of Chen Taoxie to Chang'an.
It writes about two kinds of people, one is Hu Bing and the other is the people of Chang'an. "The barbarians returned and washed their arrows with blood, but they still sang barbarian songs to drink in the city."
These two sentences vividly reflect the arrogance and arrogance of the rebels after their success. Hu Bing wanted to rely on blood and fire to bring everything under his iron hooves, but he couldn't do it. Chang'an could be felt shaking in silence.
The people could not suppress the sadness in their hearts. They cried northward, towards the battlefield of Chen Tao and towards Pengyuan where Suzong was, and they were even more eager for the army to regain Chang'an. One "crying" and the other "looking", with the word "gentle" in the middle, fully reflects the people's emotions.
The casualties in the Battle of Chentao were heavy, but Du Fu still found and wrote tragic stories from the sacrifices of the soldiers, from the silent atmosphere of the universe, from the people's tearful condolences, and from the bottom of their sad hearts. The beauty. It can give people strength and inspire them to continue fighting to put down the rebellion.
From the writing of this poem, it shows that Du Fu did not show the scars objectively, but had the correct guiding ideology. He wrote the people's feelings and wishes based on the just nature of the war, showing his He has reached a very high level in creative thinking. 2\Du Fu, Prime Minister of Shu. Where can I find the ancestral hall of the Prime Minister? There are many cypresses outside Jinguan City.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves. Three visits frequently disturbed the world's plans, and two dynasties opened the hearts of veterans.
He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears. The title is "Shu Xiang" instead of "Zhuge Temple", which shows that the meaning of Lao Du's poem lies in people rather than in temples.
However, the poem clearly began in the temple. Why? There are many characters throughout the ages, none of whom can be personally inherited; there are several couplets on the appearance of the temple, and one can only imagine them in the wind.
It is inevitable to think of Shu because of the Wuhou Temple. But among those who study poetry, between virtual and real guests and hosts, the beauty of poetry and literary sentiments is something people can’t help but admire? Are there any people in the temple? See how he writes ink and play with it, you should have some understanding.
The first sentence starts with a question. Where is the ancestral hall? Outside Jinguan City, several miles away, looking from a distance, you can see a forest of green cypresses, which is lush and lush, and the atmosphere is extraordinary. This is where the Zhuge Wuhou Temple is.
This couplet is straight to the point, and the two sentences are full of questions and answers, opening and closing on their own. Next, Lao Du wrote about the green grass on the steps and the chirping of birds through the leaves.
Some people say: "That first couplet is the beginning, this couplet is the inheritance, and the rules are well organized." Yes.
Someone else said: "From the dense forest outside the city to the blue color in front of the steps, the meandering path, looking from a distance to the close view, from finding the way to entering the temple, the road is the clearest." good.
However, if that’s all, who can’t? Where is Lao Du? Someone said: Since you said that the poet's intention is people and not temples, then why did he spend two of the eight sentences on green grass and orioles and reflecting steps and leaves? Isn't this the scene of the ancestral hall? It can be seen that the statement that the intention is not in the temple is incorrect. Others say: Du's intention is that people are in the temple. There is no need to elaborate. The poem is short and needs to be concise. He actually included these two sentences under this title, which is neither necessary nor exciting; at least it means "walk away". "Well, isn't this one of Lao Du's failures? I said: Where, where.
Don’t judge Du Zimei from the perspective of eight-part essay. If every sentence is "to the point", or if it is written as "nothing more than a biography of Kong Ming", I will forgive him.
Now he is not like that. The truth must be there.
You must look at him. The first sentence has the word "自" and the next sentence has the word "empty". These two characters are suitable for oblique patterns, that is, "zi" is supposed to have a flat tone, but now it is made into a flat tone; "empty" is supposed to have a flat tone, but now it is made into a flat tone.
Mutual exchange, a beautiful change in tone. Those of us who study poetry must not lose sight of things like this.
Let’s talk about Lao Du Fengchen Hudong, living in the southwest, and after settling in Jincheng, probably the first thing he did was to visit the Wuhou Temple. "Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall?" From the writing point of view, it is straight to the point, not to mention concise; from the mood point of view, where is the ancestral hall, I have longed for it for a long time! On that day, the old poet, with a feeling of admiration and admiration, asked for directions and rushed to the place of the ancestral hall. When he arrived, he neither admired the majestic temple nor admired the majestic statues. What he "first" noticed was It’s the green grass in front of the steps, and the oriole outside the leaves! What is the logic of this? You must know that Lao Du's trip is not a "tour". After entering the temple, he, like ordinary people, has naturally seen the majestic temples and the majestic statues.
However, when he wrote the poem (not necessarily the time when he first visited the ancestral hall), what he wanted to write about emotionally was by no means the appearance of these traces. What he wanted to write was his inner feelings.
Writing about the scenery is already a dead sentence; what’s more, he didn’t actually write about the scenery of the ancestral hall? In other words, it was after he saw the majestic temples and the majestic statues that he felt a variety of emotions, and then he became more and more aware of the luxuriant green grass in the courtyard, and felt an unspeakable loneliness; only then did he feel more and more the sound of several Bite the oriole, the desolation is infinite. Here, you see an old poet, alone, full of thoughts, wandering and looking between the Wuhou Temple.
Without this couplet, where would the poet be? Where is your poetic heart? Only because of these two sentences, can I read the following.