The flowers of the sunrise river are more red than fire, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring.
-- Bai Juyi "Memories of Jiangnan"
It is not easy to summarize the spring scenery of Jiangnan in a dozen words, but Bai Juyi skillfully did it. He did not start from the description of the usual Jiangnan "flowers", "warbler", but an original from the "river" as the center of the pen, and through the "red over the fire
Regarding Yi Weicheng, the rain falls lightly on the dust, and the color of the willow is new.
Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi"
This is one of the most famous farewell poems in ancient times. In the first two lines of the poem, the "green willow color", which is a common imagery used in literary works to express the feeling of farewell since the poem Small Ya>Cai Wei, "I am going back to the old days, and the willows are still clinging to me", is used to express the deep feeling of farewell. The following two lines are the complex feelings of farewell, concern, and worry, which are all expressed in the act of "persuading wine". The first line says that the place where my friend went is unfamiliar, the second line says that there are few people there, and the third line says that it is hard to find a confidant once you and I have parted from each other. In this way, the value of friendship, the helplessness of parting, the concern for friends, all contained in the cup. The so-called "goodbye intention long not show", the true feelings and not to say broken also.
Huang Si-niang's house is full of flowers, thousands of flowers on the low branches. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
-- Du Fu, "Walking Alone Along the River in Search of Flowers"
The first sentence, "Huang Sieniang's house is full of flowers", points out the location of the search for flowers. The first line, "Huang Sieniang's house is full of flowers", points out the location of the flower hunt. The first line is "Huang Sieniang's house is full of flowers", which means that the path is covered with flowers, and the paths are all connected together. The next line is "A thousand flowers and ten thousand blossoms are pressing down on the branches". The phrase "a thousand flowers" describes the large number of flowers. The words "press" and "low" in the phrase "press" and "low" are used very aptly and vividly, depicting the dense layers of spring flowers, large and numerous, heavily bending the branches. This sentence is the previous sentence "full" word materialization. In the third sentence, "the butterflies dance in the air". The word "lingering" describes the butterflies' flying around and not wanting to leave. This line is written from the side to show the colorful and fragrant spring flowers. In fact, the poet is also attracted by the thousands of red spring flowers and forget to return. The fourth line "from the delicate warbler cha cha cry". The word "delicate" describes the soft and mellow song of the warbler. "Crowing precisely" means that when the poet came to enjoy the flowers, the yellow warbler was also chirping. Because the poet is happy, he takes it for granted that the warbler is singing for him. This is the same as the previous line, which says that the colorful butterflies stay in the spring flowers, which is the same technique of empathizing with objects. Because the poet successfully used this technique, so that the object and I mingled, the scene is born together, the poem reads more friendly and flavorful.
2. Poems and sentences about beautiful scenery1 Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts Yuan Ma Zhiyuan Withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, hidden in the west wind of the old road, the sun is setting in the west, and the broken hearted are at the end of the world. 2 Lonely sycamore trees, the deep courtyard locks the autumn, 3 far away from the cold mountains and rocks, the white clouds and the home.
4 The old man's house - Meng Haoran The old man with chicken and millet, invited me to the field house. The old man invited me to his farmhouse, where the green trees are near the village and the green hills are beyond.
The old man invited me to his house with chicken and millet. When the sun comes up, I'll come back to the chrysanthemums. 5 Zheng Lanzhi: The pond is clear, and the fishing rafts are in the wind.
A few reeds floating in the water net, half a pole mountain sunset lake low.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie.
I have my own fishing platform for pleasure, and I will carry the autumn colors across the west side of the city. 6 Yuan - Bai Pu "Tianjingsha - Autumn" Lonely village sunset sunset, light smoke, old trees and cold crows, a little under the shadow of the fly.
Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. I am leaning on my staff and listening to the cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the marketplace. In the summer, when I was drunk, I sang wildly in front of the five willows. Wang Wei: In his old age, he only enjoys quietness and does not care about anything. I have no strategy to take care of myself, and I only know how to go back to the old forest. The pine wind blows to undo my belt, and the mountain moon shines on my qin. The fishing song is deep in the river.
We advise you to drink a glass of wine, and leave the sun in the west without an old friend. Autumn Night Song The laurel is in its first year of life, and the dew of autumn is slight, and the light robe is already thin.
The silver kite has been played for a long time, and I can't bear to go back to the empty house! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
The sound is noisy in the rocks, the color is quiet in the deep pines.
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 do so.
My heart is already idle, and the clear river is so tranquil. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The light is shining on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep are returning to the poor alleyways.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff to wait for the thorny door. The pheasant and the silkworms are not so much in love with the mulberry leaves.
The farmer is standing with his hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you," he said. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the problem.
The Song of Xi Shi is the most beautiful woman in the world. She was a girl of Yuexi in the morning and a concubine of Wu Palace in the evening.
The day when she was cheap, she was not so common as the day when she was expensive. The first time I saw her was when she was a young girl, and she was a young woman, and she was a young woman.
You are the one who favors me, and you are the one who pays me no attention to what is right and what is wrong. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I saw this is when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley! The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.
Since the Golden Gate is far away, who says that our way is wrong?
When I was traveling, I was floating on Guizhao, but I didn't brush the thorns. The trees are far away, and the city is a lonely place.
I am not going to use it, and I don't want to say that I don't know you well. The first is a poem about a man who came from his hometown, and he should know about his hometown.
In the coming days, before the window, the cold plums will be in bloom. The sword is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Deer Chai I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I hear the sound of people's voices. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
Bamboo Museum Sitting alone in a secret grove, playing the piano and then long whistle. The deep forest people do not know, the bright moon to shine.
Farewell The mountain to send off, the sunset to cover the wood. The next year, the grass will be green, the king's grandson returned?
Mountain Dwelling Autumn All Night After the new rain, the weather comes late in the fall. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I am talking about.
The bamboo is noisy, and the lotus is moving, and the fishing boat is moving. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Return to Songshan Qingchuan with a long thin, cars and horses to go idle. The water is flowing like an intention, the twilight birds and return.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
The final mountain is close to the South Mountain, and the mountains are close to the sea. The clouds are looking back and forth, the green mist into the see nothing.
The peaks in the field are different, and the gullies are different. The first thing you need to do is to ask a woodcutter if you want to stay at a place where you can sleep.
I don't know about the Xiangji Temple, but it's a few miles into the cloudy peaks. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Thin twilight empty pool song, An Zen system of poisonous dragons.
3. Poems and sentences about the beauty of natureThe lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different red - Song. Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang at Dawn from the Temple of Pure Ci" 16. There is nothing I can do about the flowers falling down, déjà vu swallows returning - Song. Yan Shu's "Raccoon River Sand" (浣溪沙)17.不是花中偏爱菊，此花開尽更无花--唐朝. Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemums" ("菊花")18.林间新绿一重重，小蕾深藏数点红--金. Yuan Hao Wen's "Unopened Begonia" (同兒辈赋未開開海棠) 19. --When will the bright moon shine on me? Wang Anshi, "Mooring the Boat at Guazhou" (泊船瓜洲) 20! --The Han Lefu Folk Song "Jiangnan" 21. The small lotus is only showing its sharp tip, there are dragonflies standing on the head--Song. Yang Wan 53. li "small pool" 22. leaves on the first sun dry overnight rain, the water is clear and round, a wind lotus lift - Song. Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mou Zhi" 23. I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, but the February spring breeze is like scissors - Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Wing Willow" 24. Du Mu's "Walking in the Mountains" (山行) 25. Su Shi, "Butterfly Lovers" 26. Wildfire cannot be eliminated, but it grows again in the spring breeze--Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" (赋得古原草送别) 27. Han Yu "early spring drizzle".
4. Poems about the beauty of the sceneryThe lotus leaves in the sky are not blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different red. --- Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang at Dawn from the Temple of Pure Ci"
The flowers of the river are more red than fire when the sun rises, and the water of the river is as green as blue when spring comes. The old Tsuge leaves are as yellow as the young trees, and the cold cherry blossoms are white as the wild flowers.
--- Bai Juyi's "Early Winter"
Mount Lushan is next to the Nandu, the screen nine stacks of cloud brocade Zhang, the shadow falls on the bright lake Qingdai light. Before the golden que open two peaks long, the Milky Way upside down three stone beams. The incense burner waterfalls look at each other, back to the cliffs and barriers Ling Cang Cang. Jade shadow red haze reflecting the sunrise, birds fly not long Wu Tian.
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
--- Bai Juyi
Lushan Temple north of Jia Ting west, the water is flat and low cloud feet.
A few early warblers compete for the warmth of the trees, and who is the new swallow pecking the spring mud.
The most important thing to remember is that it's not just a matter of time, it's also a matter of time.
The most favorite lake east line insufficient, green poplar shade on both sides of the oriole song green willow, a line of egrets on the blue sky
Lone sail far shadow of the blue sky, but see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky
Chaotic flowers gradually want to fascinate people's eyes, the shallow grass can be no hoofs
The day according to the end of the mountain, the Yellow River into the sea
Thousands of mountain birds fly out of the way, ten thousand paths of the people trail extinction
I heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, the mountain in the empty space
I heard that there is a fairy mountain in the sea, the mountain is the most important part of the world.
I heard that there is an immortal mountain on the sea, and the mountain is in the void
White sandbanks.
After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the stones.
The city of Jiangcheng is like a painting, and the mountains look at the clear sky at dawn. The rainwater is caught in the mirror, and the rainbow falls from the double bridges. 1|Comments
5. 5.Poems and Appreciation of Natural Scenery"Winging the Willow" by He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty
The jasper is made up into a tree, and ten thousand stripes are hanging down the green silk tapestry. I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, but the February spring breeze is like scissors. The Spring in the South of the Yangtze River, Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
A thousand miles of warblers cry in the green river, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and the mountains and the countryside. Artemisia vulgaris is full of reed buds short, it is when the river dolphin wants to go up. Spring Day" by Zhu Xi, Song Dynasty
The victory of the day in search of fragrance Surabaya, boundless light a new. The first time I saw the east wind, it was always spring.
The garden is not worth it, Song Ye Shaoweng
Should pity the clogs teeth print moss, small buckle wood door long time not open.
6. Poems about sceneryThe day is over, the Yellow River flows into the sea.
(Wang Zhilu's "Climbing to the Stork Tower") The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. （The mountains are exhausted with the flat fields, and the river flows into the great wilderness.
(Li Bai's "Looking at Mt. Jingting") When you are on top of the world, you can see all the mountains. (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") The trees are all in autumn color, and the mountains and hills are only in sunshine.
(Tang Dynasty). Wang Jie's "Wild Hope") Picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely seeing the South Mountain. (Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine") The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting away from the countryside.
(Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village") Miles to the military, Guanshan Duo Ruofei. （The sun goes down, the mountains are far away, the sky is cold, the white house is poor.
(Liu Changqing's "Returning Home in the Wind and Snow") Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the water is flat and the clouds are low. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Walk to Qiantang Lake") I don't see you in the mountains, but I'll leave my horse in the snow. （But if the Dragon City flies, we will not teach the Hu horses to go to the Yinshan Mountain.
(Wang Changling "Out of the Sai") The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and a lonely city is ten thousand feet of mountains.
(Lu You, "Touring Shanxi Village") The two sides of the green mountains are relatively out, and the lone sail a piece of the sun side. (Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain") Thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, and ten thousand paths are extinct.
(Tang Dynasty). Liu Zongyuan "Jiangxue") Falling sun and the unruly fly together Autumn water *** long sky a color.
(Li Bai's "Dreaming of the Heavenly Creatures") The wood is thriving, and the springs are trickling. (Tao Yuanming's "Return to Ruoxi") The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea *** tidal wave.
(Zhang Ruoxu, "Night of the Spring River and Moon") The mountains are clear and the water is clear, and the night is frosty, and the trees are deep red and light yellow. (Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Lyrics") Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the water is flat and the clouds are low.
(Bai Juyi's Spring Walk to Qiantang Lake) The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea. (Li Bai's "Wine") bonus easy to decline like Lang Yi, water flow unlimited like Nong sad.
(Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Lyrics") The water flows even more when you draw a knife to cut it off, and you raise a glass to dispel your sorrows. (Li Bai) Don't you see that the Yellow River's water comes from the sky and never returns to the sea?
(Tang? (Li Bai) The river flows straight down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens. (Tang Dynasty) (Li Bai) The autumn water of the South Lake has no smoke at night, and it is possible to ride the stream straight up to the sky.
(Tang? (Li Bai) Lake clear frost mirror dawn, Tao white snow mountain to. (Tang? (Li Bai) Spring is full of peach blossom water, do not know where to find the source of immortality.
(Tang? Bai Juyi) water heart like a mirror, thousands of miles without fiber. (Tang?)
The heart of the water is like a mirror.
(Tang? Wang Wei, "to the Seaside") Looking north, Yan Yun not end, the river goes east water long. (Song? Wang Yuanliang) The water is so green and clean that you can't sleep, and the fish have nothing to rely on if they are empty.
(SONG? (Ming? (Luo Guanzhong) The source is clear, the flow is clear, the source is turbid, the flow is turbid. Xunzi) The source is clear and clean, and the wood flourishes. (Han? (Ban Gu) Qingquan loves to go to the river and lake, out of the red wall will not return.
(qing? (Qing.查慎行) The new leaves of the forest are pushing the old leaves, and the front wave of the flowing water is letting the back wave. (Tang. Liu Yuxi (刘禹锡) The smoke covers the cold water and the moon covers the sand, and the night is spent in the Qinhuai River near the restaurants.
(Du Mu, "Parking at the Qinhuai") The river and sky are colorless, and the moon is alone in the sky. (Zhang Ruoxu "Spring River and Moonlit Night") Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look similar every year.
(Zhang Ruoxu "Night of the Spring River and the Moon") Canghai moon bright pearl has tears, blue field sun warm jade smoke. (Ouyang Xiu's "Sheng Zha Zi") May I be like the star and the king like the moon, and may the light shine brightly at night.
(Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao") The night and the moon are a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness. （The clear wind and the bright moon are priceless, and the near mountains and distant water are all sentimental. (Su Shi's "After Red Cliff Fugue") The deep forest people do not know, the bright moon to shine on each other.
(Wang Wei "Bamboo Museum") The moonrise alarmed the mountain birds, sometimes singing in the spring stream.
(Zhang Ji's "Night Poetry on the Maple Bridge") The mirror at dawn is saddened by the change in the temples of the clouds, and the night chanting should realize that the moonlight is cold. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled") The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night.
(Xin Qiji "Moon on the Western River") People have sorrows and joys, the moon has its roundness, and this matter can never be complete. (Su Shi's "Song of Water") The pear blossom courtyard is melting in the moon, and the willow floss pond has a light wind.
(Yanshu's "Fable") The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me. (Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou") Sparse shadows across the water is clear and shallow, dark fragrance floating moon twilight.
(Lin Hejing, "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden") The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea") The boundless fallen trees are falling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling.
(Du Fu: "Ascending to the Heights") The green trees are close to the village, and the green hills are slanting outside. (Meng Haoran: "Passing by the Old Man's Village") The jasper is made up into a tall tree, and ten thousand threads are hanging down the green silk sash.
(He Zhizhang: "Wing Willow") The spring breeze came suddenly, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed. (Cen Sen: "The Song of White Snow Sends the Judge to Return to the Capital") The sunny river is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is full of Parrot Island.
(Roy Cui: "The Yellow Crane Tower") A thousand sails pass by the side of a sunken boat, and ten thousand trees spring up in front of a sick tree. (Liu Yuxi: "Gifts for the First Encounter with Yangzhou by Le Tian") Old trees withered vines and dimly lit crows, small bridges and flowing rivers, and thin horses in the west wind of the old road.
(Ma Zhiyuan: Tianjingsha? Autumn Thoughts") I have no pity for the grass that grows by the side of the stream, and the oriole that chirps in the deep trees.
Song Wang Anshi "aria pomegranate flower" People idle osmanthus flower fall, night quiet spring mountain empty. (Tang? Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream") suddenly like a night of spring wind, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms.
(Tang? Cen Sen (岑参)《白雪歌送武判官回京》 ） Spring color is all over the garden, a branch of red apricots out of the wall. (Southern Song Dynasty) The color of spring is all over the garden, and the red apricots are coming out of the wall.
(Song? Wang Anshi "Plum Blossoms") A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers have a fragrance and the moon has a shade. Su Shi, "Spring Sky") Lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers are different red.
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli, "Dawn out of the Temple of Pure Ci to send Lin Zifang") The flowers gradually want to fascinate people's eyes, shallow grass can not horse hooves. (Tang?
(Tang?). Du Fu's "Spring Hope") Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, turned into spring mud to protect the flowers. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems on the Occasion of the 60th Anniversary of the Birthday of the Lord") The flower can be folded and must be folded, do not wait for no flowers empty branches.
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The old poem about landscape with comments
Weichuan Tianjia①
Wang Wei
The slanting sun shines on the marketplace ②, the poor alleys ③ cows and sheep return.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
Pheasant crowing of ④ wheat seedlings, silkworms sleep in mulberry leaves.
The farmer arrives with his hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to recite the poem "Shih Wei" (式微).
The slanting sun shines on the village market hedges, and the grazing cows and sheep have returned to the deep alleys. An old man in the village leaned on his walking stick in front of the firewood gate. Waiting for the shepherd boy to return late from grazing. In the wheat field, there is the sound of pheasants whimpering. Mulberry leaves on the mulberry tree are sparse, silkworms are about to spit silk. Farmers returning from the fields carry hoes and greet each other with a greeting and a ramble. This kind of scene. How can you not envy the tranquility of the hermitage, chanting the poem "style of micro", want to go back to the hidden and can not be, the mind can not help but disorganized melancholy.
The Weichuan Tianjia1 Wang Wei The slanting sun shines on the marketplace2, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys3. The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door. Pheasant crowing ④ wheat seedlings, silkworms sleep in the mulberry leaves scarce. The farmer arrives with his hoe, and says "I'm glad to see you".
I was envious of the idleness of this place, and I was disappointed to recite the poem "Shih Wei" (式微)6.
The slanting sun shines on the village market hedges, and the grazing cows and sheep have returned to the deep alleys. An old man in the village leaned on his walking stick in front of the firewood gate. Waiting for the shepherd boy to return late from grazing. In the wheat field, there is the sound of pheasants whimpering. Mulberry leaves on the mulberry tree are sparse, silkworms are about to spit silk. Farmers returning from the fields carry hoes and greet each other with a greeting and a ramble. This kind of scene. How can you not envy the tranquility of the hermitage, chanting the poem "style micro", want to go back to the hermitage and can not be, the mood is not inevitably disorganized and despondent.
Remembering the South (1)
The South is good, the scenery is old and familiar (2). The sunrise river flowers (3) red than fire, spring river water green as blue (4). Can not remember (5) Jiangnan?
Jiangnan is a good place, where the scenery I am familiar with. When the sun rises, the riverside red flowers are more red than fire, in spring, a river of green water seems to be dyed by blue grass. How can people not often miss the wonderful Jiangnan?
Bai Juyi once served as the assassin of Hangzhou, where he stayed for two years, and then served as the assassin of Suzhou for more than a year. In his youth, he had traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, living in Suzhou and Hangzhou, it should be said that he has a considerable understanding of the south of the Yangtze River, so the south of the Yangtze River in his mind left a deep impression. When he was out of office due to illness Suzhou assassin, returned to Luoyang after twelve years, he was sixty-seven years old, wrote these three memory of Jiangnan, visible Jiangnan scenery is still vivid in his mind.
To use more than a dozen words to summarize the spring scenery of Jiangnan, is not easy, but Bai Juyi skillfully did. He did not start from the description of the usual Jiangnan "flowers", "warbler", but from the "river" as the center of the pen, and through the "red fire" and "green". "and "green as blue", different colors against each other, showing the bright and colorful spring scenery of Jiangnan. Different colors against each other descriptive techniques, in the great poet Du Fu's poems can often be seen, such as "two yellow oriole song cui-liu, a line of white herons on the blue sky", "river blue bird more than white, the mountain green flowers want to burn", the two different colors against each other, so that the poetic meaning of the bright and beautiful as a picture. Bai Juyi walk is also this road, from his poems can also be seen, "sunset red than burning, clear sky blue than blue", "spring grass green even dream Zephyr, the sunset wave of red near Changan", "green waves of the east and west, south and north of the water, the red fence of three hundred and ninety bridges ". Thus, the spring color of Jiangnan, in Bai Juyi's pen, from the first day, the river flower, the river among the color, and because of baking and dyeing, contrasting techniques and the formation of people's imaginations in the picture, the color is brilliant and dazzling, rich layers, almost no more association, Jiangnan spring has jumped to the forefront.
The words of the Jiangnan spring color, the first sentence "Jiangnan good", with a shallow cut and rounded "good" word, take in all the spring color of Jiangnan all the best, and the author's praise of the meaning and feelings of yearning is also full of them. At the same time, only because the "good" has been very much, can "remember" the endless, therefore, this sentence has been implicitly teasing the last sentence "can not remember the south of the river", and related to the whole. The second sentence "the scenery of the old once familiar", pointing out that the scenery of Jiangnan "good", not to get the rumors, but the author out of Hangzhou pastoral first-hand experience and personal feelings. This is not only the implementation of the word "good", but also the word "memories", not lost as a wonderful ink to connect the meaning of a vein. The third and fourth sentences are a figurative interpretation of the "good" of Jiangnan, highlighting the bright colors of the river flowers and the river water in red and green, giving a strong impression of brilliance. Among them, there are both the mutual accentuation between the same color and the mutual contrast between different colors, fully demonstrating the author's skill in coloring. At the end of the article, to "can not remember Jiangnan" to close the whole word, not only to support the author of the body in Luoyang, Jiangnan spring color unlimited admiration and nostalgia, but also to create a long and deep rhyme, the reader into the realm of the rest of the feelings of the ripples.
8. Poems about the beauty of the sceneryA **** two articles, the first is perhaps a little long, you can take the useful part. The view from the street I am a woman who likes to walk up and down the street in the early morning, enjoying the stillness and tranquility of the city as it wakes up.
Early in the morning, birds chirp and sing in the treetops, and dewdrops glisten in the low bushes. Vehicles on the road are sparse and morning walkers are clad in the glory of the rising sun.
All this is so fresh and fragrant, showing vitality and vigor. I like to look at the street scenery, or myself is also one of the morning scenery, but I always do not feel, the eyes are all the people of the scene.
(a) the corner of the old man pulling the erhu a factory dormitory compound of small door out of the dormitory building more than 1 meter, the door of the wall and the street next to the building between, there is a small horn. In the small nook, stop a neat little tricycle, tricycle on the set of some repair bicycle household goods: cylinders, tires, small toolkit and so on; tricycle before the small wooden bench sat on a neatly dressed old man, every morning when there is no business, he is always in the babbling and pulling an erhu.
Once obsessed with the guitar's low and melodious, also like the saxophone's melodious and majestic. The old man in the early morning corner of the erhu piano, and the felicitous flow in my ears is the wisp of the age of the vicissitudes.
The music-loving old man is using the sound of the piano to remember the past as the water fades away? The old man often pull the tune is blind Bing's "two springs reflecting the moon". Bing's friend Lu Hui once described the scene when Bing played The Two Fountains Reflect the Moon: "The snow drifted down like goose feathers, and the park across the street was piled up with broken rocks and jades.
Bleak and mournful erhu sound, from the street came ...... only to see a pudgy old woman with a small bamboo pole holding a blind man in the park road from east to west, in the dismal light, I vaguely recognized is the Ah Bing couple. Ah Bing with his right hand holding a small bamboo pole, carrying a lute on his back, the erhu hanging on his left shoulder, babbling and whimpering and pulling, in the pattering madness of the flying snow, emitting a mournful curling sound ...... " He Luding once said: "The elegant name of Two Springs Reflecting the Moon is in fact contradicts his music.
Instead of music depicting the scenery of the two springs reflecting the moon, it is more profoundly lyrical about the painful life of the blind Bing himself." Why does this old man also play such sad tunes? How does the old man's heart bear this weight day after day? Does he have the same deep pain in his life as the blind Bing? The neat clothes are the old style of the card Zhongshan suit, hair, although gray, but the face of the healthy luster.
I think, hopefully, the old man is not due to the poor family only to the street stalls to repair bicycles, right? What kind of once upon a time, in this gloomy morning sunshine, mournful chanting! In a depressed morning, I can not help but stop, hot tears, the skin of my face in the early morning cold wind, but also feel a shiver in the slow crawl. The old man looked up at me, passing by him every morning, I should also be what he is used to seeing, right? He put one foot down, the erhu sound heavy up through the door, and then pull out is extremely beautiful melody - Jiangnan famous song "Jasmine": "Good a jasmine, good a jasmine.
Fragrant and beautiful branches, and fragrant and white people boast ......" It turns out that the "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" can also be used for self-entertainment? I cried and laughed, and fled in the sound of the piano. "I have the heart to pick a wear, and afraid of the next year does not sprout ......" the sound of the erhu, still chasing behind me for a long time.
(B) in the pavilion playing the flute beggar Weather day by day hot, street side leisure plaza pavilion, I do not know from which day, more than a pimply-faced beggar. Dirty long hair, dirty coat, dirty bare shoulders, dirty shorts, all the characteristics of beggars he has.
The difference is that he can play the flute, a clean bamboo flute, in the early morning is always placed in his dirty mouth, breaking through the mist, far away from blowing. Outside the pavilion, three or two wearing white with red morning exercise of the elderly, sword dance, gymnastics, portable tape recorder playing a fast-paced songs.
The beggar closed his eyes and played the flute to himself, blowing the repertoire is clearly the lingering "Liang Zhu". Rainbow miles of hundreds of flowers / flowers between the colorful butterflies into pairs / thousands of years of generations can not be separated / Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai ...... This middle-aged beggar, why do you want to blow every day this bleak to the extreme tune? Because of his presence, I walked away from the gazebo, but "Liang Zhu" is my extremely favorite tune, and he blew a very subtle, full of sad emotions.
The old man's easy music always cover his bamboo flute sound, lingering "Liang Zhu" flute sound like a little rolling dewdrops, fine and cool from my ears into, clear and cold in the bottom of my heart, the bleak and tragic filling my thoughts. O this tortured music, this inexplicable beggar! A windy morning made me have a close contact with that beggar.
A butterfly, lying on the road I was traveling, held my hurried feet. A big old butterfly, once colorful now like yellow leaves withered.
Years old butterfly Oh, the wind blew it down on the land, can no longer fly up, futilely flapping the powerless wings. The cloudy sky, late spring morning so gloomy, pedestrians and morning walkers are few, they are also too far away from here, no one can help me, only the beggar is closer to me.
I know I should pick up the old butterfly and put it on the grass or a branch to avoid its fate of being trampled on, but I'm a little woman who doesn't dare to catch any kununyuns or small animals with her hands, so who will come to my rescue? Only this beggar who is still blowing "Liang Zhu" with his eyes closed. "Hey, you, you, please come here.
Do me a favor, will you?" I shouted loudly. Finally, he understood that I was calling him, put down the bamboo flute, got up sluggishly, and hesitantly walked towards me.
Just then, from the building down the street, a fat old woman came out in a gust of wind. She overtook me with a quick step, and her feet, which were wearing leather shoes, stepped on the old butterfly's body without any qualms, and even swirled heavily with the soles of her shoes on purpose.
"Ah!" A cry of misery erupted from the bottom of my heart. "I thought it was a rhubarb leaf."
The fat woman looked into my flaming eyes and stopped to explain. If you know is stepping on something, why do you step down so heavy? Is it possible that fallen leaves can be trampled at will? I can not bear to look at the old butterfly debris.
Dumbly stood aside beggars, eyes gradually pan.