Five short poems are sufficient

1, "Bamboo Pavilion" Wang Wei.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

2, "Silent Night Thoughts" Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

3, Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn".

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

4, "Gift Fan Ye Poems" Lu Kai.

Fold flowers and send them to Longtou people.

Jiangnan has nothing, talk about giving a spring.

5, "Ask Liu Nineteen" Bai Juyi.

Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.

If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing?

6, "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains" Wu Jun.

The smoke comes from the mountains, and the sunset is seen in the bamboo.

Birds fly up the eaves, clouds come out of the windows.

7, "Climbing the Stork's Tower" Wang Zhilian.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

8, "Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

9, "Miscellaneous Poems" Wang Wei.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms?

10, "Lu Chai" Wang Wei.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Return to the deep forest, and revisit the moss.

11, "Dengle Youyuan" Li Shangyin.

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

12, "Jiangnan" Han Yuefu.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

Fish play among lotus leaves.

Fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf west, fish play lotus leaf south, fish play lotus leaf north.

The short poems are as follows:1, "February 2".

Tang] Bai Juyi.

On February 2, the new rain was sunny, and the grass sprouts were born for a while.

The light shirt is thin and the horse is young in the spring, and the cross head is a line.

2, "Heavy rain can't come out on February 2nd".

Song] Zhang Lei. For a long time, the mustard and the southern soup will be made, and the festival mud is deep and people have not done it.

I want to see the old garden vegetable nails, a wisp of spring water reel.

3, "Waist Cake".

Qing] Cai Yun. On February 2nd, spring was rao, and they supported each other to persuade each other to eat flower cakes.

Support firewood with good health, don't hesitate to work all year round.

4. "Heavy rain can't come out on the February 2nd Vegetable Picking Festival".

Song] Zhang Lei. For a long time, the mustard and the southern soup will be made, and the festival mud is deep and people have not done it.

I want to see the old garden vegetable nails, a wisp of spring water reel.

1, "Mother" - Bing XinOh Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

2, "Paper Boat" - Bing Xin.

I never gave up a piece of paper, I always kept it—kept it.

Stacked into a very small boat, they were thrown out of the boat and thrown into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, and I always hope that one can flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, begging her to carry her love and sorrow back.

3, excerpt from "Stars" - Bing Xin.

The stars twinkled

In the deep blue space, how could I hear them talking?

In silence, in the shimmer.

They praised each other deeply.

4, "Early Morning" - Bing Xin.

The dawn is broken, and the customs are bright.

My mind is lifted high in the wind like a bird.

Flew all over the sky and reached the end of the sea.

The horizon and the sea are full of your love.

My God! Thy love shall be upon me everywhere, and thy hand shall guide me, and thy right hand shall sustain me.

My mind, lifted up like a bird, lifted by the wind, will never be without your infinite love, amen.

5, "Little Boat" Ye Shengtao.

The crooked moon is a small boat, and the small boat is pointed at both ends.

I sat in a small boat and saw only the sparkling stars and the blue sky.

This is a simple little poem by Tingchang.

Written for you. The wind blows away the mist.

A ripple of light in my heart.

May you have half a cup of wine.

I fell in love with my favorite "Qingru".

The breeze blows for you.

The bagpipes sound for you.

Soft sweetness**.

I'm singing for you, too.

Please, smile.

The chirping of cicadas carries the summer day.

Wind chimes hung quietly in the window.

It's the breeze you bring.

Let it play crisp notes.

It's another ordinary day.

The sun is still warm and shining.

Your simple and sweet smile.

Jumping in my head.

Perfection is also out of reach.

It ends without feeling it.

The autumn leaves are also colorful.

At that time, the brilliance of the time instead cast her demise.

I'd like to believe it.

The brilliant flower is blooming for you.

I'm willing to believe it too.

The wind carries your chuckle in my ears.

In the intoxicating sun.

In the warm afternoon when you want to get drunk and wake up.

I'm in a smoothly moving carriage.

Pour out my thoughts about you.

You've set foot in my dreams.

Skimming through elegant and tactful tunes.

Fluttering. I was the only viewer.

I'm in a dream.

Also awake.

Because you know it's a dream.

But how could I be willing to wake up so ordinary.

Welcome to the cold sun.

Tears across her cheeks.

Fall on a broken heart.

Let's go back. I think.

Give me that dream again. I was almost crazy.

I'm going to be obsessed with that dream with you.

I would believe it was a parallel world.

I would choose to believe.

I would choose to make it up.

I'd like to believe there.

We met. We met.

We are in love. There will never be tears like this.

It's still early afternoon. It's still bright sunshine.

She's smiling at me.

Right. Why is the sun so cold?

1."Dreams and Poems".

Hyundai Hu Shih.

It's all ordinary experience, it's all ordinary images, and they come to dreams by chance, and how many novel tricks are conjured!

It's all ordinary emotions, it's all ordinary words, and when I meet a poet by chance, how many novel verses are conjured!

Only when you are drunk do you know that the wine is strong, and only when you love do you know that it is heavy; ——

You can't be my poems, just as I can't be your dreams.

Analysis: Thinking about the day, dreaming at night, and the poet always thinks that he can see farther than others, so he conjures up many novel verses. Dreams and poetry are relatively independent concepts, and perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, they cannot find any connection, but in the eyes of the author, poetry and dreaming are interconnected:

I make my poems, you make your dreams, and only by devoting yourself to them can you experience the fun.

2."One Generation".

Hyundai Gucheng.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light.

Analysis: It expresses the voice of a generation, and also entrusts the ideals and aspirations of a generation - the tenacious desire and persistent pursuit of "light" after the "dark night".

3."Homesickness".

Hyundai Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague longing.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. Analysis: This poem writes the ballad of the hometown, the scenery of the hometown, the annual rings of the ancient trees, the author starts from the thick and familiar hometown, and then continues to write the nostalgia from the familiar and vague scenery of the hometown, and finally turns the image of the endless nostalgia from the heart into the annual rings of the big tree, and the eternal homesickness is thus expressed through the image of the scenery.

4."Broken Chapter".

Hyundai Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Analysis: This poem is subtle, but the language is extremely simple and plain. In words that everyone can understand, he writes the philosophy and life wisdom that everyone can understand but cannot exhaust, which reflects the poet's aesthetic attitude and pursuit of deliberate work.

5."Far and Near".

Hyundai Gucheng.

You'll look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a while. I feel like you're looking at me far away.

It's very close when you look at the clouds.

Analysis: Although "Far and Near" is only six short sentences, it contains a rich connotation of historical reflection. "Far", "Near":

It is the concept of physical distance, which is objectively existing and has a scientific measure. However, the psychological distance generated by emotion is different, "far" can become "near", and "near" can become "far".

The transformation of the psychological distance between "you", "me" and "cloud" in the poem tortuously reflects the estrangement and vigilance between people, as well as the poet's yearning and pursuit of harmonious and harmonious ideal interpersonal relationships.

There are a lot of these, such as (the title is followed by the author's very famous poem): "Soil" Lu Quinoa.

Always think of yourself as a pearl.

I have the pain of being buried from time to time.

Think of yourself as dirt.

Let everyone trample you into a road" Broken Chapter.

Bian Zhilin. You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. Wrong.

Zheng Chouyu. I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face that waits in the season.

Like the blossoming and falling of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a small window that covers me Dada.

The horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......Life.

North Island (is a one-word poem) net.

Silent feelings.

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Love life. There are times like this.

It is for love.

only to quietly dodge.

It's the figure that dodges.

But that's the one that can't be avoided.

Silent feelings.

Hesitating in the moonlight.

Wandering in sleep.

Emotional things.

I often don't understand.

It's not that you don't want to love.

It's not that you don't love.

Fear of love is also a kind of harm.

A Generation" Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light. "Accidental.

Xu Zhimo. I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves

You don't have to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's good for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the light that shines on each other at this rendezvous. Maybe.

Shu Ting: Maybe it's on our minds.

There are always no readers.

Maybe the path started wrong.

The result is still wrong.

Maybe we'll light lanterns one by one.

and were blown out one by one by a strong wind.

Maybe burn out the candle of life to light the darkness.

But there was no heating fire around.

Maybe the tears flowed.

The land is more fertile.

Maybe we sing about the sun.

It is also sung by the sun.

Maybe the heavier it is on the shoulders.

The more majestic the faith.

Maybe cry out for all suffering.

Silence over personal misfortunes.

Perhaps due to an irresistible call.

We have no other choice.

I'll write these first, their poems are all very good (I only chose one for each), and you don't have what you want to ask.

"Far and Near" Gu Cheng.

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

A Generation" Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light.

Broken Chapter" Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Grass on the wall" Bian Zhilin.

At five o'clock, a corner of the sunset is pasted.

At six o'clock hung a half-wheel of lights.

Want someone to put all the days.

Just dreaming and looking at the wall.

The grass on the wall grew yellow and yellow.

Shayanara" Xu Zhimo.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not better than the cool breeze, a cherish, a cherish, a cherish, and a sweet sorrow in that cherish

Shayanara! His Calling

Once I was in the poplar forest, and I heard a kind call;

At that time, the moonlight was looking at Weng Zhong, and Weng Zhong was looking at me.

I couldn't hear the call anymore, I was taken aback, and looked around—Weng Zhong was just fascinated by the moonlight, and the moonlight only sneered at me.

Looking up when it's silent, it's still a silent sky

The lotus fragrance falls, soaked in dust and mud.

Manting dance, a single condensation.

The leaves are injured, and the desert rain sinks into smoke.

The shadow is bleak, and the bridge is broken and windy.

The cold eyes turned, and the remnants were swept into the air.

Laughing (excerpt) I couldn't help but laugh when I heard the autumn of the morning day, and laughed out of the gold - ** laughing on the locust tree, red gold laughing on the oak tree, and platinum laughing on the white bark tree. The sturdy poplar, wrapped in a gold-plated green shirt, has one hand on his waist, and his hand is smiling by the pool; The dwarf lilac, hiding in the corner and smiling.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Comment: The poet would make people think that he is the master of the Dharma! Full of delightful philosophies!

Appreciation]: The four excerpts are exquisitely short, clear as words, not difficult to understand at first glance, but they feel infinitely meaningful when you think about it. Through a few simple objects: people, the bright moon, windows, and dreams, the poet expresses the philosophy that all things in the world are interrelated, balanced and interdependent.