What is a poem that has a sense of picture in your heart?

Li Qingzhao's "Dotted Lips" can be a picture book. Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your slender hands. Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent. Seeing the guests coming in, the socks slipped and walked away. Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy. ——Tang Wenru's "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County" reminds me of Vincent van Gogh's painting "Starry Sky on the Rhône", an aesthetic reproduction that transcends time and space.

There is great beauty in heaven and earth, and in ancient times when there were no cameras, words became the best way to record beautiful scenery. And the poet's green shirt always hides extraordinary magic, turning what he sees and hears into words, although it is only black and white, but it makes people immersive. When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. These are very graphic.

The poems with a strong sense of picture, whether it is the scenery of the northern country or the ice for thousands of miles. Or Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together. Or thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

Or Jin Ge Iron Horse swallows thousands of miles like a tiger, there are really a lot. At this moment, I don't know how many people have left their hometowns to work hard, bid farewell to their mothers at home, and wander alone, for themselves, for their families, and even for life. "Farewell Mother" went to worship the mother river beam, and the white hair was sad and the tears were dry.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. One snowy night, the poet endured the parting emotions alone, and looked at his mother, whose gray hair was scattered, but he could not always be separated from the left and right. I can't help but sigh: What's the use of adopting a son?

suddenly felt unbearable heartache, and wrote the touching "Farewell Mother". Miserable Chaimen snowy night, what else can this scene have at this time except miserable? The last sentence is not only hatred for myself, but also sympathy for the helpless elderly.

As far as my personal feeling is concerned, I think Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjing Sha Autumn Thoughts" and Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha, Autumn" are better, and the whole picture feels strong, this is the song of Yuan Qu and Tang poems, Tang poems are like graceful and luxurious peonies, and Yuan Qu is plum blossoms blooming in the wind. Tianjingsha, Qiusi, Yuan, Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses, under the sunset, broken intestines are at the end of the world. Tianjing sand, autumn, yuan, white pu, lonely village sunset, light smoke old tree jackdaw, a little Feihong shadow, green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves, yellow flowers.

Look, the same twilight autumn scenery, different people, different angles, different moods,. The mood of Ma Zhiyuan and the message conveyed by the picture make her feel a sense of desolation as people are on the road. On the contrary, Bai Pu depicts a colorful and pleasing state of mind.

In short, each has its own merits and far-reaching artistic conceptions.

Niu Qiao wrote "Bodhisattva Man" in which men love women. The jade furnace is icy and the mandarin duck brocade, and the powder melts and sweats on the mountain pillow. There was a sound outside the curtain, and he smiled and laughed.

The willow shade is light and deserted, and the low sideburns and cicadas fall. You must fight for a lifetime, and you will be happy today. It's not just the sense of the picture.

From furnishings, tastes, touches, sounds, moods, languages, images, lifelike.

Wanghai tide (Xianlu tune) southeast shape victory, three Wu metropolis, Qiantang since ancient times prosperous. The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. Cloud trees surround the embankment.

The angry waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is endless. The city is a jewel, and the household is rich and luxurious. Heavy lakes are stacked on top of each other.

There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth.

Listen to the flute and drum while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the different day will be good and return to Fengchikua. This is simply a flying camera skimming over the beautiful and bustling Qiantang...

Since reading this poem, no one dares to say that there is a poem with a stronger sense of imagery

There are so many, let's talk about what I like! Wang Wei: "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream."

and "The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the long river." 》；Wang Zhiqing: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains!"

Li Yi: "The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. 》；Wang Bo:

The painting hall flies to the south of Puyun, and the red curtain rolls up in the western mountain rain at dusk. 》；Li Bai: "The lonely sail is far away and the sky is clear, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen."

Lushan shows off the South Dipper, and the screen is nine stacks of clouds and brocade. ", the Qingming Dynasty is bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. 》；Du Fu:

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. 》

The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. Death and life are broad, and the son is happy.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? When do you know when you will see each other?

It's hard to feel the night at this point. There are beauties, never forget when you see them, you don't see them for a day, and you think about them like crazy. This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain, the night; You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road stretched out at both ends.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship. Du Fu is a master of composition.

Point, line, and surface: from point (yellow bird) to line (willow branch), from line (egret) to surface (blue sky); Color: from yellow to green, from white to blue; Movement:

Quiet - green willows, blue sky, moving - singing, upper frame scenery borrowed scenery: window - Xiling Snow Mountain, door - boat. Reality and Fiction Near and Far Away:

Thatched cottage - Soochow.

Tianjingsha Qiusi (Ma Zhiyuan) Withered vines and old trees are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road is a thin horse with a west wind, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world.

Reads in 2008. I always remember. At that time, when I read it, I immediately sketched a picture in my mind.

Longevity Girl Feng Yansi "Spring banquet, a glass of green wine and a song." Bow to Chen Sanyuan again. One wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes that the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years are long. ”

The meaning of the poem is that when you read it, when you read it, you will feel integrated into the poem.

For example, if you read a poem about a waterfall, when you read the poem, you feel like there is a waterfall in front of you.

For example, if the poem describes the beauty of a park, then when you read the poem, the beauty of the park will appear in front of you, and this is the sense of the picture, the sense of the picture when you read the poem.

Literary Perspective:

From a literary point of view, the sense of picture is able to make people feel immersive through text description. Think carefully about the books you have read, mainly divided into professional books, literary books and **, all of them can become classics with a strong sense of picture. For example, to describe a small river, it is a small river that leads to a distant place.

Another way to express it is a meandering stream with a pebble at the bottom.

The clear water of the stream flows along the crooked river to the unknown distance. These two expressions are purely different from the beauty of the description, one is simple, the other is rich, and this is the best example I can think of so far.

The pictorial verses are as follows:

The drizzle of fish comes out, and the breeze swallows slanting.

Du Fu's "Water Threshold Heart".

In the drizzle, the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze was blowing, and the swallows skimmed the sky obliquely. It's just ten words, but it's amazing.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

Yang Wanli's "Little Pond".

As soon as the tender little lotus leaves emerged from the water, a mischievous little dragonfly stood on top of it.

The dragonflies dancing and talking, and the shadowy pond are full of poetry and picturesqueness.

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

Zhinan's "Quatrain".

In February, the drizzle in the apricot blossom season stained the clothes, as if they were wet but not wet, and the oncoming wind blowing the willows gently on the face, without the slightest chill.

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars by hand.

I dare not raise my voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven.

Li Bai "Overnight Stay in the Mountain Temple".

The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are so tall that they seem to be 100 feet tall, and it seems that people on the upper floor can pluck the stars in the sky with their hands.

Standing here, I didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of alarming the gods in the sky.

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

Liu Changqing's "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow".

As the twilight fell, the mountains became more and more far, and the thatched huts seemed poorer in the cold weather. Suddenly there was a sound of dogs barking outside the chaimen, and the family who had returned to the house on a snowy night had returned.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Wang Wei's "Make the Pure Wheel Plugged Up".

In the vast desert, the lonely smoke rises up, the long river coincides with the horizon, and the sunset is fiery red, large and round.

When you stand on the edge of the desert and enjoy a sunset, shocked by the majestic beauty, these 10 words are the most apt.

There are many poems that have a sense of imagery, such as:

The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. —Zhang Ji, "Fengqiao Night Park", Fu Tonglu.

Poetry and righteousness: On a quiet and cold night, crows are chirping incessantly, and there is a lonely boat and a fishing fire on the river.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. - Meng Haoran, "Sujian Dejiang".

The meaning of the poem: the boundless wildness, connecting the trees on the horizon. The water of the river is clear, and the moon is reflected in it, as if you can reach the moon in the water as soon as you stretch out your hand.

The lonely sail model is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. ——Li Bai, "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling".

Poetry righteousness: When parting has come and gone, all you can do is to watch him leave, until the lonely shadow is blurred, and finally disappears at the end of the blue sky, leaving only a river of spring water, flowing mightily to the place where water and sky meet.

Self-composed modern poems:The lonely craftsman loves black, and the big black is fanatical and calm.

Like a mold slippery herbal box, it can stimulate the curative effect.

is more objective than the developer, and the black cat is pure.

Not optional. Goddess of Olympia at Danra.

Venus of Urbino.

Behind it, there is a black wall.

Nor is it optional.

Out of an echo of creativity.

One of the deepest things to create.

color, if you don't want to be devoured.

An absolute beauty is about to come out.