There are books and wine, songs and strings. There is an old man in the center, with a white beard.
There is no need for anything else. The bird chooses the wood, but the nest is safe. The turtle, like the tortoise, does not know the width of the sea.
The cranes, the rocks, and the white lotus. I am not sure what I am talking about, but I am sure that I will be able to find a way to make it work for me.
When I drink a cup,
Or chant a piece. I have a wife and offspring, chickens and dogs.
I will grow old in this place.
He is also famous for Pipa Xing and The Song of Eternal Hatred
The Song of Eternal Hatred
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was so eager for sex that he was unable to get it from the Emperor for many years.
The Yang family has a daughter who has grown up, but no one knows her.
Born to be beautiful, it is hard to give up on herself, once chosen on the side of the king.
The smile of a hundred winks, the six palaces have no color.
The spring cold gives bath Huaqing Pond, hot spring water slippery wash gel fat.
Servant helped the baby up, but it was the time of the new grace.
The clouds and temples, the flowers, the golden steps, the hibiscus tent, the warmth of the spring night.
The night is short and the day is long, and from now on the king does not go to court.
There is no time for pleasure, and the spring is a special night for the spring tour.
Three thousand people in the harem, three thousand favorites in one.
The golden house is made up to serve the night, and the jade palace is drunk and spring.
Sisters and brothers are all listed in the earth, poor colorful birth portal.
This is the first time I've seen the world's parents, and I'm not sure if I'm going to have a son or a daughter.
The LIXIL Palace is high up in the green clouds, and the immortal music is heard everywhere.
Slowly singing, slowly dancing, and condensing the silk and bamboo, all the time the king is not enough to see.
The drums and drums of fishing and sun-drums were carried to the ground, breaking the neon dress and feather clothes song.
Smoke and dust from the nine city queues, and thousands of riders traveling southwest.
The Cuihua is a city that has been shaken by the sea, and is now more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate.
The six armies were not sent out, and they died before the moth-eyebrows.
The flower inlays have been left unattended, and the green buckles of the gold sparrow scratch the head of the jade.
The king couldn't save his face, and he looked back to see the blood and tears flowing together.
The winds of the Yellow Eyes are scattered, and the cloud stacks are winding their way up to the Sword Pavilion.
There are few people traveling under Emei Mountain, and the sun is thin on the flags.
The water of the Shu River is blue and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with them.
The moon is the color of sadness in the palace, and the bell is the sound of broken hearts in the night rain.
The sky is spinning back to the dragon's harness, and I can't go to this place with hesitation.
The mud at the bottom of the Mawei slope is a place of death where I can't see my face.
The officials and the ministers were all covered in clothes, and they looked east to the capital gate to return.
All the pools and gardens are still the same, and the hibiscus and willow are still the same.
The hibiscus is like a face, the willow is like an eyebrow.
The spring breeze is the day of peach and plum blossoms, and the autumn rain is the time of the fall of sycamore leaves.
There are a lot of autumn grasses in the south of the Western Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red steps that are not swept away.
The Pearland students have new white hair, and the Pepper House supervisors are old.
The evening hall fireflies fly thought quietly, the lonely lamp pick all not sleep.
The bells and drums of the night are late, and the stars of the sky are on the verge of dawning.
They are the first to be able to use their own personal computer to make their own decisions, but they are also the first to be able to use their own computer to make their own decisions.
It's been a long time since I was born or died, and I've never been able to dream.
The Qiong Taoist Hongdu guest, can be sincere to the soul.
For the sake of the king's thoughts, he taught the priests to look for it.
Placing the air and harnessing the gas to run like electricity, ascending to the sky and into the earth to seek it all.
The two places were all missing.
Suddenly, I heard that there is an immortal mountain in the sea.
The pavilions are exquisite, and the clouds rise up, and there are many fairies among them.
There is one person who has the word "Tai Zhen", with snowy skin and flowery appearance.
Bibimbap in the west room of the Golden Palace, and I told Jade to report to her.
It is said that the son of the Han family was envoyed by the emperor, and I was frightened by his dream in the tent of Jiuhua.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman, and I'm not sure if I've ever been in love with her.
The cloudy bun is halfway to the new bed, and the flower crown is not whole to come down to the hall.
The wind is blowing and the sleeves are fluttering, just like the dance of the neon dresses.
The jade face is lonely, the tears are dry, and the pear blossom has a branch in spring with rain.
They are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to be able to see the world, and they are the first to see the world.
The love in the hall of Zhaoyang is over, and the sun and moon in the palace of Penglai are long.
Looking back at the world, I don't see Chang'an, I see the dust and fog.
Only the old things to show deep love, tin alloy hairpin will be sent.
The hairpin left a strand and a fan, the hairpin broke the gold and the inlay.
But the heart is as strong as the golden tin, and we will see each other in heaven and on earth.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a heart of gold in her hair, and I've never seen her with a heart of gold in her hair.
The seventh day of the seventh month, the Hall of Eternal Life, is the time when no one is whispering in the middle of the night.
We wish to be birds of a feather in the sky and branches of a tree on earth.
The sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred has no expiration date.
Pipa Line
The night of the Xunyang River is a time to send off guests, the maple leaves and dirigible flowers of autumn.
The master dismounted from his horse and the guest was in the boat, so he raised his wine and drank without pipa.
Drunkenness is not a good thing, but it's a good thing that you're going to have a good time, and you're going to have a good time.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a pipa on the water, and the master forgot to return to the ship.
Searching for the sound, I asked who was playing it, but the pipa sound stopped and I was too late to speak.
The boat was moved closer to the house, and the guests were invited to meet each other, and the banquet was reopened with more wine and lanterns.
The pipa is a lute with a half-covered face, and the lute is a lute with a half-covered face.
The music of the Pipa is a little bit different from that of the Pipa, but it's a little bit different.
The strings of the pipa are so loud that they seem to be telling me that I have no ambition in my life.
Lowering the eyebrows and continuing the formalities, he said that there was no limit to what could be said in his mind.
They are the first to be released, and the second to be released, and the third to be released, and the third to be released.
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy.
The warbler's voice is slippery under the flower, and it is hard to get under the ice.
It is the first time that I have ever heard of a man who has been in the world for a long time, and I am sure that he will be able to do something about it.
There are other sorrows and dark hatreds, but at this time there is no sound, it is better than sound.
The bottle of water is broken, and the iron horsemen are armed with swords and spears.
At the end of the song, the four strings of the song are like a crack.
The east boat and the west boat are silent, only the white moon in the center of the river is seen.
The song was played in the middle of the strings, and the clothes were straightened and the face was restrained.
Saying that she was originally a woman from the capital, her family lived under the toadstools.
Thirteen years ago, I learned to play the pipa, and my name was the first one in the workshop.
The pipa was once taught to be a good talent, and the pipa was made up in such a way that it was always envied by the Autumn Lady.
The youngsters of the five mountains were all in a hurry to get their heads wrapped around the lute, and the red raw silk of the song was uncountable.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman, and I've never seen her again.
Being an army man, my aunt died, and the color was the same as in the past.
The oldest woman is married to a businesswoman.
The merchant is more interested in profit than in parting, and he went to buy tea in the month before last.
The boat is empty at the mouth of the river, and the moon is bright and the river is cold.
Deep in the night, I suddenly dreamed of a young man's life, and in my dreams, I cried tears of red appendages.
I heard the pipa sighing, and then I heard it again.
We are the same people at the end of the world, so why should we ever meet?
I resigned from the emperor's capital last year, and I've been living in Xunyang City in exile.
Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and you can't hear the sound of silk and bamboo for years.
Living near the pen river is low and wet, yellow reed bitter bamboo around the house.
What do you hear in the middle of the day and night, the azalea cries blood and the apes wail?
Spring river flowers towards the night of the autumn moon, often take the wine also pour alone.
Is there not a mountain song and a village flute, which is hard to hear?
When I heard you speak on the pipa tonight, it was like listening to immortal music.
It's a good thing I'm not sitting down to play a song, because I'm going to do it for you.
It was a long time ago that I was sitting on my feet, but the strings were turning fast.
It was not like the sound of the previous song, but the audience heard it again and wept.
Who wept the most? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
From the Grass of the Ancient Plains
The grass on the plains is a blossoming grass, but it is a blossoming grass.
Wild fires cannot be eliminated, but spring winds blow again.
The ancient road is invaded by the fragrance from afar, and the deserted city is connected by the clear green.
Sending the king's grandchildren away again, I am full of farewell feelings.
Remembering Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar; the sunrise river flowers are red hot,
Spring river water is as green as blue, can not remember Jiangnan?
Flower is not a flower
Flower is not a flower, fog is not a fog, half of the night to come, daybreak to go,
Come as in the spring dream for a few more times, go like the morning clouds without looking for a place.
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the surface of the water is flat cloud feet low;
Wildflowers are messy and fascinating to the eyes, the shallow grass can only be no horse hooves.
Long Xiang Si
Bianliang water flows, Surabaya water flows, flows to the Guazhou ancient ferry head, Wu Shan points of sadness.
Thinking is long, hating is long. The moon is bright and the people are leaning on the building.
He Rain
The emperor heir to the Bao calendar, the winter of the third year of Yuanhe. Since the winter and spring twilight, not rain drought (left fire right three insects) (left fire right three insects).
Superior heart of the people, fear of the year into disaster.
So he issued a sinful edict, earnestly told the nations.
The emperor said to a person, following the days of the ancestors.
Worrying and diligence is not peaceful, and the heart of the night and day is worried.
The first year of execution of Liu Pai, a move Jing Ba Qiong.
In the second year, he killed Li (钅奇) and settled down in Jiangdong without a fight.
Guwei G眇眇德,遽有巍巍功.
Or maybe the sky is falling (ZhenZuoXieCac), not to warn your body?
They are the first to answer the question of the sky, and the second to ask the question of the city.
It is better to rate your body, be kind and thrifty.
It was ordered to stop the offerings, and it was ordered to relieve the hunger and poverty.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
The courtesan is out of Xuan Hui, and the stable horse is out of Fei Long.
The government of the common people is not lifted, all from the Chenzhi.
The people on the road were hunchbacked, and the people in the fields were hunchbacked.
They are the first to report to the government, and the second is the first to report to the government, and the third is the first to report to the government.
The hearts of the people are happy, and the will of the heavens is in the air.
It was only seven days before the edict was issued, and the peace was born.
Condensing the clouds, and dispersing them into the wind.
There are three days of rain, day and night, and they are all over the place.
All hearts are in spring, and all valleys are green (艹凡)(艹凡).
People turn sorrow into joy, and years of frugality into abundance.
It is known that the king's heart is full of sorrow and happiness.
The Emperor's heaven and the land behind him, all their feelings are united.
The crowns of the king and the ministers of the generals and the princes.
Dancing and calling out for long life, in the bright court of congratulations.
It is my humble duty to join the Golden Palace.
Three more times I bowed my head and offered a word to Heaven:
The king is holy by his brightness, and the minister is loyal by his straightness;
I dare to congratulate him on his beginning, and I wish to have his end as well.
Reading Zhang Ji's Ancient Music
Who is Zhang Jun? I have been in the field of literature for thirty years.
Yes, he is a great poet, and he is one of the most famous poets of his generation.
What is the meaning of this poem? The six meanings of the poem are presented to each other.
Besides the elegance and simplicity, he has never written anything.
Read the poem of Xuexian, and you can satirize the anonymous gentleman.
Read the poems of Mr. Dong Gong, and you will be able to learn from the corrupt and tyrannical ministers.
Read the poems of Shang Nü, and you can feel the benevolence of the shrews.
Read the poems of the Emperor Qinqi, and you will find that he is not a good husband.
This poem will help to educate the people and help them to live in peace.
The lower part of the poem is a good one, and the lower part of the poem is a good one.
Beginning from the age of dickey, until this new gray hair.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a pen in his hand, and I've never seen a man with a hard heart.
There was no official to collect poems, but they were discarded like mud and dust.
I am afraid that when you are a hundred years old, no one will hear of your demise.
May the secretary in the collection not be lost for a hundred generations.
I wish to spread the music in the house, and to be heard by the supreme father.
The words are the seedling of the will, and the deeds are the root of the text.
So read your poems and know what you are like.
How do you want to be 50 years old and poor?
It's a good thing that I've been living on the west side of the street with a sick eye, and no one has ever come to the door.
Crying for Kong Zhan
Who doesn't die in Luoyang? I have been in Chang'an for a long time, and I've been there for a long time.
I am the one who knows the story of Kung Chuan, and I have been weeping since I heard it.
Counter-insurgency in Shandong is not a righteous thing to do.
It is a great honor for me to come to the west with my clothes on, and my path is as straight as a string.
This is how it is done, and everyone thinks it is difficult.
People say that the Ming Ming Dynasty, combined in the end of the dynasty.
On the other hand, if you are looking for a place to stay, you can always find a place to talk about it.
Or hope to live in Xianfu, there are evil countermeasures must be bomb.
The two are not in harmony with each other, and I have no teeth to be an idle official.
It was not possible for me to be able to speak out boldly in front of the king.
The remains of his body were buried with all the others at Mangshan Mountain in the north.
All his life he was a hard worker, but he was a straight shooter.
The wise man was a man of the people, and his life and death hung in the balance.
It is said that heaven does not love man, and why should he be born a virtuous man?
It is said that if Heaven loves the people, why should it take away their years?
Who is in charge of this?
Murderous Mansions
There are many big mansions in Chang'an, listed on the west and east side of the street.
Often, the verandahs are empty inside the vermilion gates.
The lord's voice is heard in the pine and laurel branches, and the fox hides in the orchids and chrysanthemums.
The mossy, yellow-leafed ground, and the twilight of the day are full of whirlwinds.
The former lord was a general, but he was offended by Bayonne.
The second lord was a minister, but he died of illness.
Four or five lords in a row, and the scourge of the world is upon us.
Since ten years ago, it has been unfavorable to the master.
The wind and rain have broken the eaves, and snakes and rats have penetrated the walls.
People are afraid to buy it, and it destroys the work of the earth and the wood.
Contempt for the hearts of the common people, even more foolhardy.
They are afraid that disaster will come, and they don't think about where it will come from.
This poem is written to enlighten the lost.
Anyone who is a great official has a high salary.
It is difficult to hold on to power for long, and it is easy to be poor in a high position.
The proud are the rich, the old the end of the number.
The four are like bandits, attacking each other day and night.
If I were to live in an auspicious land, who would be able to protect my body?
It is the small things that make the big things clear, and it is the family that makes the state a metaphor.
The Zhou-Qin residence in Bannan is not different.
One hundred years after its rise; one year after its death, it is looking forward to the palace of Yi.
This is a message to the family and to the country, and it is not the house that is evil.
Dreams of Immortality
People have dreams of Immortality, dreaming of ascending to heaven.
Sitting on a white crane, leading two red flags.
The feathered coat suddenly flutters, and the jade luan clangs.
Looking straight down from the sky, the world of mankind is in the dark.
It was only when I lost my home country that I was able to distinguish between the landscape and the mountains.
The East China Sea is white and the mountains are green.
In a moment, a group of immortals came to the Jade Palace.
And the envy of the disciples, and the service of the ministers.
The Jade Emperor was visited, and he bowed his head in front of him.
The emperor said, "You're an immortal, so don't underestimate yourself.
But fifteen years later, I expect you to be immortal.
The emperor said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".
Bibimbap is a bibimbap, a bibimbap, a bibimbap, a bibimbap, a bibimbap, a bibimbap.
Bibimbap is a great gift to the people of the world.
They are the first to be able to eat the mica in the morning, and the first to inhale the essence of the mist in the evening.
Thirty years in the empty mountains, I have been looking for provisions.
The previous period has been a long time, and the luan and crane have no sound.
Teeth and hair are turning gray, and ears and eyes are becoming less intelligent.
One day, I was transformed into a creature, and my body was joined by dung and soil.
The gods and goddesses are believed to exist, but their power is not to be exploited.
If you don't have a golden bone, you won't be listed as a Dantai.
They are the only ones who have been taught how to make a living, and they are the only ones who have been taught how to make a living.
It's just a matter of hard work and a hundred years of hard labor.
It is a pity to dream of an immortal, but a dream is a mistake!
Watch the mowing of the wheat, when I was a lieutenant in Zhouzhi County
The month of May is a busy month in the fields.
The wind from the south rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.
The women and nuns were eating little rice, and the children were paddling with pots and paddles.
They went to the fields with the payrolls, and the young men and women were in Nangang.
Their feet steam the hot soil and their backs burn the light of the hot sky.
The heat is gone, but the summer is long.
There was a poor woman holding her son beside her.
There was a poor woman with her son by her side, her right hand holding the last spike, and her left arm hanging from a basket.
When I listened to her, I was saddened by what she said.
This is the last of the taxes I paid on my family's land, and I found this to fill my hunger.
What merit do I have now?
This is the first time I've ever been in a position to do anything about it.
This is the first time I've done this, and it's the first time I've done it.
It is a shame to think of this, and I can't forget it all the time.
The Sea Picture Screen was made in the year of Yuanhe and Jichou.
The sea water is windless, and the waves are peaceful and leisurely.
The scales of the sea are not small or big, and they all float and sink by their own nature.
Suddenly, the sea oar, with its head crowning the three sacred hills, is in the bottom of the sea.
The net can't control it, and it's not from one fall to the next.
Or maybe they don't measure their strength, and say that they can be sought.
(Corpse shells) (three shells) can not be pulled, spandex is absolutely sunk its hook.
When one of them nods, all the others turn their heads.
White waves and black waves, breathing around the throat.
The wind is blowing, and the waves are blowing, and the wind is blowing.
The whales and salamanders are trying to swallow the boat with their mouths open.
There are no living scales for miles, and a hundred rivers flow backwards.
The water of the river and the river of Han, and the will of the king of the dynasty.
The painting was made on the screen.
Wonky steeds
The horse and monkey have lost their master, and no one to herd them is hungry.
Hissing to the wind, the yellow river bends.
Treading on the icy water's shore, lying in the snowy grave.
The fields are empty at the end of the year, and the cold grass does not fill the belly.
Isn't there a city of steeds, but they are all mortal eyes?
The horse is not as thin as it should be, and it has lost a thousand miles of foot.
The villages are disturbed, and there are officials who collect grain and millet.
It was in the stables of the army, and it was turned into worn-out meat.
The Abandoned Harp
The silk and tung are combined to form the harp, and there is a sound from ancient times.
The ancient sound is tasteless, and does not match today's feelings.
The jade emblem's splendor is extinguished, and the vermilion strings are born of dust.
It has been abandoned for a long time, but the sound is still sounding.
If I play for you, I will not be heard.
What makes it so? The Qiang flute and the zither.
Bai Juyi
Bai Juyi is the most famous of all the ancient Shanxi poets. He was another great poet of the Tang Dynasty after Li Bai and Du Fu, and the world called Li Du Bai as the three great poets of the Tang Dynasty.
Bai Juyi, Taiyuan people, born in the family of officials and eunuchs, high ancestor, great-grandfather, grandfather, his father for the Chaofeng Daifu, Xiangzhou, Dali Secretary, and the Ministry of Justice, the right servant. His father was a minister of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and was awarded the title of Right Servant of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs. His father and grandfather were both officials in Henan, so he lived in Henan. Bai Juyi was born on the twentieth day of the first month of the seventh year of the Dali reign of Emperor Daizong of the Tang Dynasty (772 A.D.) at Dongguo House in Xinzheng County, Henan Province. He died in Luoyang in August 846, at the age of 75, in the sixth year of the reign of Emperor Huichang of the Tang Dynasty.
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-An Appreciation of the Poem of Bai Juyi, "Spring Journey to the Lake of Qiantang"
Spring Journey to the Lake of Qiantang
Spring Journey to the Lake of Qiantang
Bai Juyi
Lonely mountain temple north of Jia Ting west, the surface of the water at first flat cloud feet low.
Some early warblers are fighting for the warmth of the trees, and some new swallows are pecking at the mud.
The flowers are all over the place, and the grass is the only thing that can't be found on a horse's hoof.
The most favorite thing about the east side of the lake is that it is not enough to walk on the white sandy embankment in the shade of the green poplar.
Bai Juyi was appointed as Hangzhou's Rashid in July of the second year of the Changqing period (822 A.D.), and in March of the first year of the Baoli period (825 A.D.), he was appointed as the Rashid of Suzhou, so that this "Spring Walk on the Qiantang Lake" should have been written in the spring of the third or fourth year of the Changqing period. Qiantang Lake is an alternative name for West Lake.
Chinese history, in the paradise of Hangzhou as the剌史, it can be said that there is no lack of celebrities, but the most famous to be regarded as the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, the two great writers Bai Juyi and Su Dongpo. Not only did they leave behind political achievements in Hangzhou that will be remembered by future generations, but they also passed down many poems, articles and anecdotes describing the beauty of Hangzhou and its West Lake, which is why they are also known as the "Flowery Imperial Guards". Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Lake Spring Walk" is a well-known one, this poem not only depicts the West Lake charming Myrtle spring, as well as all things in the world in the spring bath of vitality, but also the poet himself intoxicated by the beauty of the state of mind, so that people in the enjoyment of the West Lake's intoxicating scenery at the same time, but also unconsciously y by the author of the spring, full of life's enthusiasm by the The author's passion for spring and life is y infected and touched.
"North of the Lonely Mountain Temple, west of the Jia Ting, the surface of the water is first leveled with low cloud feet." The first line of the poem is the location and the second line is the vision. Lone Mountain is situated between the back lake and the outer lake of the West Lake, with its peaks stacked on top of each other and the Lone Mountain Temple on top of it, which is a beautiful place to climb up the mountain and view the scenery. Jia Pavilion, also known as Jia Gong Pavilion, according to "Tang Yulin" Volume VI, Zhenyuan in, Jia Quan served as Hangzhou Rashid, had made pavilions in the West Lake, Hangzhou people called it Jia Gong Pavilion, not five or six decades after the abolition. Zhenyuan was the year number of Emperor Dezong of the Tang Dynasty, which lasted from 780 to 805 AD. When Bai Juyi wrote this poem, his pavilion was still standing, and it was considered one of the famous places in West Lake. Bai Juyi came to the north of the Lonely Mountain Temple and the west bank of Jia Gong Pavilion at the beginning of the poem, and when he looked around, he could only see the spring water rippling, the cloud curtain hanging low, and the scenery of the lake and the mountains in full view. The "first flat" expressed by Bai Juyi on the West Lake in the spring of a unique feeling. Due to the continuous spring rain, making today's lake looks compared to the winter to rise a lot, seems to be looking at the line of sight with the level of sight, this water surface and the line of sight with the level of feeling only people facing the vast waters can only have the feeling, but also a person has a deep understanding of the West Lake and love of the people can write out the feeling. At this moment, the calm water under his feet and the low-hanging clouds in the sky constitute a peaceful ink picture of the West Lake, and just when the poet was silently viewing the quietness of the West Lake, there was a burst of crisp birdsong in his ears, breaking his contemplation, and so he withdrew his eyes from the water-cloud junction, thus realizing that he had long since been placed in a beautiful world of springtime.
"Early warblers scramble for warmth in several places, and swallows peck at the new mud. The flowers are all over the place, and the weeds have no hooves at all." These four lines are the core part of Bai Juyi's poem, that is, the most eye-catching sentences, but also the poem describes the spring light, especially the description of the West Lake spring pen. A few places means several places, or even more than one place. The use of "early" to describe the yellow warbler reflects Bai Juyi's heartfelt love for these vibrant little creatures: the yellow warblers on the trees are busy early in the morning to seize the "warm tree" which is the first to see the sunlight, fearing that they will not be able to catch up in a while. A "competition" word, let a person feel the rare and precious spring light. The swallows under the eaves of someone's house are busy making nests in the mud. The word "peck" is used to describe the busy and excited look of the swallows, which seems to bring the swallows to life. These two lines are intended to depict the dynamics of the warblers and swallows, thus making the whole poem full of the vigor and vitality of spring. The yellow warbler is recognized as a spring singer, listening to their melodious voice, people feel the charm of spring; swallows are migratory birds, they returned home with the spring, busy rebuilding their homes to meet the new life, watching them fly in and out of their nests, making people feel more beautiful life.
After the birds in the sky were depicted in an anthropomorphic image, Bai Juyi turned his attention to the vegetation at his feet, "the flowers are gradually fascinating to the eye, the shallow grass can only be no hooves." This is also a very rich emotional color and vitality of the scene description, fully demonstrated Bai Juyi on the description of the object of careful observation and the ability to accurately grasp its characteristics. Flowers in terms of its mess, and even to mess up the eyes of the flower-appreciating people, in the poems of the bystanders, there are very few of this kind of writing, and this unique feeling, but it is exactly Bai Juyi in the appreciation of the scenery of the West Lake experience, colorful flowers, wildly open, in the lake and mountain color under the background of a thousand shapes and sizes, competing for the best and brightest, so that Bai Juyi simply do not know to cast his eyes to where it's good, and also no way to distinguish between a higher and lower advantages and disadvantages To, only feel the eyes are spent, God is also confused, really beautiful, overwhelmed ah. "Flowers gradually fascinating eyes" sentence is to stop and look carefully, and "shallow grass can not horse hooves", is already riding a horse trekking, in the green grass, flowers like brocade Xizihu, with two or three friends, trust the horse by the reigns of the free and easy to swim in the mountains and stroll around the scene, it is a more than one thing Cozy thing ah, the horse also seems to appreciate the master on the back of the relaxed and leisurely interest, will not be slow, stepping on the green grass, stepped on the long white embankment. Poet in pointing out the lake and mountains, linger in the light of the scene inadvertently, accidentally glimpsed, the horse's hooves in the grass is also up and down, sometimes hidden and sometimes appearing scene, feel very interesting, can not help but write it into the poem, I did not expect that is this casual stroke, but for the whole poem adds how much lively interest and elegant leisure. The famous aesthetician Belinsky once said, "In either case, beauty is sent from the depths of the soul, because the scenes of nature are not absolutely beautiful, and this beauty is hidden in the soul of the person who created or observed them." Bai Juyi's Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake illustrates precisely this truth of aesthetic appreciation. Because the West Lake scenery is beautiful, there will be unsatisfactory, but in the eyes of Bai Juyi, it is undoubtedly the world's most beautiful scenery, because he is not only good at observing, but also better at discovering and experiencing. We now have to stroll around the scene is not as good as listening to the experience of the scene, or listening to friends, or in the film and television landscape movie, heard and saw the beauty of the landscape, the heart can not help but give rise to infinite feelings of desire, but often once the scene, in the face of the real mountains and water, but on the contrary, I think it's far from the expected as moving and beautiful. This is because we can not take a discovery to appreciate the vision to look at the natural landscape, but with a preconceived notion of too high even with a few points of critical vision to play in the mountains and water reasons ah. Imagine throughout the ages, the West Lake to show people how many times the wonderful spring? And how many people witnessed the spring color of Xizihu? But in the end, we still can only recite a few great poets not more than a few works, is it that the West Lake only wait until a great writer like Su Dongpo to visit the time, only like a peacock open screen to show her amazing beauty? West Lake birds, only to the great poet Bai Juyi in front of the "competition for warm trees", "pecking spring mud" not? In fact, no matter when and where, the West Lake is the most beautiful, we do not also know such a famous sentence: "If the West Lake than the West, thick makeup and light is always appropriate."
Bai Juyi is because there is such a rare aesthete's appreciation of the eye, in order to countless tourists in the West Lake, unique insight to find its moving place, in order to truly enjoy the nature to give mankind this paradise on earth. Bai Juyi did not see a lot of "early warblers" and "new swallows", but only "a few places", only see "whose house". If we were, we might still feel sorry because we did not come to the season of "everywhere" and "every house" with swallows, thinking that it would have been better if we had come ten days and half a month later. However, Bai Juyi does not think so, less has less benefits, precisely because of less, is the "early warbler", is the "new swallows", there is a kind of perception of the joy of the arrival of spring, if the poet does not have a kind of young mentality and love of life and the spring of the chest, I'm afraid that would not be If the poet does not have a young mind and love of life and spring, I am afraid that it will not be the few spring report moved, intoxicated, and gladly wrote this moving poem. Because of this, he can smell the flowers, see the grass beauty, dotted around the various colors of wildflowers and confused, for the hoofs of the grass and sigh sigh. Think carefully, not over the horse's hooves of the grass is in fact the most usual, viewing such a lawn simply do not have to rush to the West Lake in the spring, in our street green space can be, however, across the lawn between us and I'm afraid that there is an eye-catching sign: "Do not trample on the grass," and so all the nature of the close, but also on the In a flash, turned into a serious warning, and today's urban people on the natural landscape rather than man-made landscape indifference or indifference is justifiable.
However, Bai Juyi is lucky, because he has a pair of eyes to discover the beauty, discover the spring, so he will be in the beauty of the West Lake, can not help themselves, and even forget to go back: "Favorite Lake East line is not enough, green poplar shade in the white sand embankment." White sand dike, that is, the white dike, also known as the sand dike or broken bridge dike, West Lake surrounded by mountains on three sides, the white dike in the middle of the pass, in the east of the lake, the total victory of the whole lake. And Bai Juyi as Hangzhou governor, did repair dike water storage, irrigation, but its dike in the north of Qiantang Gate, but the descendants of the white dike for the White's dike repaired.
This poem is like a short and concise travelogue, from the lonely mountain, Jia Ting began, to the east of the lake, the white dike stop, along the way, in the lake green mountains and mountains that beautiful scenery like heaven, full of warblers and swallows, intoxicated in the fragrance of the birds and flowers, and finally, not yet finished along the white sand embankment in the willow under the shade of the green, step by step, three turn back, reluctant to part with the departure of the. Ears also echoed by the world of all things *** with the play of the spring hymn, the heart can not help but flow out of a full of natural fusion of the interest of "Qiantang Lake Spring Walk" of beautiful poetry to.
In fact, Bai Juyi in this poem expressed the kind of spring or beautiful things for the keen observation and experience, in many ancient poets are very common, the only way, they can be like Bai Juyi, in the spring has just come to the earth, has been pleased to find, and moved by it, stimulate their desire to create, write moving poems, leaving posterity to a rich The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do that. Like Bai Juyi, he did not feel sorry that there were only a few yellow warblers singing in the trees and only a few swallows building nests under the eaves of houses, but felt that spring was getting closer and closer, and was overjoyed, and thus wrote such moving poems as "A few early warblers scrambling for the warmth of the trees, and a few swallows pecking at the new mud". For example, Han Yu has a famous poem about early spring, which also does not praise the beauty of springtime, but shows people a scene full of vitality and hope. The name of the poem is "Early Spring Presenting Zhang XVIII of the Water Ministry," and Han Yu wrote two of them, so let's introduce the first one to you:
The light rain on the sky street moistens like crispy,
The color of the grass is not there in the distant view.
This is the best time of the year,
The best time of the year,
The best time of the year,
The best time of the year,
The best place to be is the willow.
This poem was written to his friend Zhang Ji, a minister of the Ministry of Water, who was the eighteenth in line among his brothers, so he was called "Zhang XVIII", an epithet that was very popular in the Tang Dynasty. We are all familiar with Gao Shi's "Sending Du Er Leafmen on the Day of Man" (Du Fu), and Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi" is even more well-known. Han Yu's poem is the most wonderful stroke is the second line, "Grass color looks near but no", imagine in the north of the early spring, the spring cold, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is not a trace of spring breath. But after a silent spring rain, everything will be different, the earth, the grass has begun to wait to drill out of the ground, emerging from the slender shoots, although they are so inconspicuous, even when you bend down to carefully observe, can not see the green of life, but Han Yu captured the image of the earliest of the spring, they are not the sky fluttering willow flakes, and is not the tree eye-catching Peach blossoms, but those obscure grasses, that do not make a show of it, but also the concerted efforts, all together to emerge, so that people can see from afar, can be seen that a full of vitality of the mountains of green, this is a kind of how exciting ubiquitous color of spring ah! Han Yu was y touched by it, so he couldn't help telling his friend, this is the most beautiful scenery in the four seasons of the year, and also the most treasured time of the year, compared with the spring colorful garden, the fireworks like a brocade, there are some more touching charm and scenery, ah. This is the time of the year is spring, and the best spring is in the early spring of the reason, so until today, we will not be able to help but chant "the most is the benefit of a year of spring, the absolute victory of the smoke and willow full of Huangdu."