Who has this kind of poem? The artistic conception is the same.

Generations of sorrowful pulsatilla.

Tang Liu Xiyi.

Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who are flying around?

Luoyang's daughter cherishes the color, and sighs when she sees the falling flowers.

This year, the color of the flowers has changed, who is there next year?

I have seen the pine and cypress destroyed for salary, and I have heard that the mulberry field has changed into the sea.

The ancients did not recover the east of Luocheng, and today's people are especially interested in falling flowers.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Send a message to the full glory of the red face, and should pity the half-dead pulsatilla.

This Weng is really pitiful, and Yixi is a beautiful young man.

Under the grandson of the prince, before the flowers.

Guanglu Chitai weaves brocade, and the general's pavilion paints immortals.

Once sick and unacquainted, who is Sanchun Xingle on?

How long can the eyebrows of the moth be turned, and the crane is as messy as silk.

But looking at the ancient singing and dancing place, only the birds and birds are sad at dusk.

Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao.

In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island.

Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad.

Zhao Fang, "Jianglou Feelings".

Alone on the river tower, the moonlight is like water and the sky.

Where are the people who come to look at the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year.

Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi".

In January last year, the flower market was lit up like daylight. The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

In January this year, the moon and the lights are still the same. I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

Su Shi "Nostalgia for Hezi by Michi".

Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush.

Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things.

The old monk has died into a new tower, and the bad wall has no reason to see the old problem.

Do you remember the rugged days in the past, the road is long and the donkey is sleepy and neighing.

Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane".

Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Yan Shu "Huanxi Sand".

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion.

When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty".

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past?

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country can't afford to look back at the moonlight!

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

How sad can you be?

It is like a river flowing eastward.

Is that enough?

Waves and sands, Ouyang Xiu.

Toast the east wind, and calmly, weeping Yang Zimo Luocheng East. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with?

In fact, the most appropriate thing is, of course, that the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year Personally, I think Ouyang Xiu's song is better

Yan Shu's sentence "last year's weather old pavilion"; Li Yu's "carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu changed".

Appreciation: It is to appreciate and analyze (poems, texts, etc.), and to derive a rational understanding through appreciation and analysis, which is not only restricted by the image of the work of art, but also supplements and perfects the image according to one's own thoughts and feelings, life experience, artistic views and artistic interests. From the pillow book "Naturalist and Empty Notes: Nixon** and the Rock Sugar Lotus":

This is a good story in comparative literature, and let the writer appreciate it, so I won't talk about it here. ”

Poetic: It is the poet's description of reality or imagination and the expression of his own feelings in an artistic way. In terms of emotional positions, there are those who praise and those who criticize; In terms of expression, there are euphemisms and straightforward expressions; In terms of form, the Feng Ya Song and Chu Ci represented by the "Book of Songs" are indiscriminate, and the Han Dynasty Yuefu has developed.

The main carriers of poetry are the near-style poems and ancient style poems that reached their peak in the Tang Dynasty, as well as the most popular words in the Song Dynasty, the songs of the Yuan Dynasty.

It's not the same Appreciation is his appreciation, and poetry is his original intention.

Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon":

The world is a big dream, and life is cool several times. The wind leaves have been singing in the corridor at night, and you can see the eyebrows and temples.

The wine is often sad and there are few customers, and the moon is mostly disturbed by clouds. Who shared the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and looked north sadly.

1. When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

Yuan Tang Wenru "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County".

Boating on the lake, drunk and drunk, the stars in the sky shine into a dream. An interesting soul that can always create romantic poetry in ordinary life.

2. There is no dust at night, and the moonlight is like silver.

When the wine is poured, it must be ten tenths.

Song Su Shi "Xing Xiangzi Shu Huai".

The night air is fresh, the dust is gone, and the moonlight is as clean as silver. On this beautiful day, you must enjoy the wine to the moon. There is always such a time in life, when a person puts wine to the moon, and the moonlight falls on his body, quiet and beautiful.