Walk through the world of poetry 500 since

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a dark red cloud drifted in the sky. As I took a closer look at the cloud, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a thunderclap woke me up—it was raining. The school, which had been quiet for a day, was also woken up by Grandpa Lei - it began to be lively.

Suddenly, the raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky, and small droplets of water jumped in the air like naughty children, refusing to throw themselves into the arms of Uncle Earth. The rain became heavier and heavier, and I became more and more uneasy, always thinking about questions like "'How am I going to get home after school?' Dad went out yesterday for something. Hey, I don't know if my cousin will come to pick me up!

Hey, my town is whimsical, my cousin may have gone home today! Besides, even if he was here, he wouldn't come to pick me up, because he loves to watch TV and play with computers so much, how could he give up so much energy and time to pick me up......"After school, even though I knew they (Dad, Mom, and everyone including my cousin) wouldn't be coming to pick me up, I glanced at the door with a sense of luck, and as I expected, I lowered my head in disappointment. Just as I was about to go back to the classroom, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes.

That's not Dad, it's not Mom, it's Cousin. I looked at him in amazement, and just as I was surprised, my cousin said to me, "Come on!

Still stunned! "My cousin and I walked slowly in the rain, and along the way, my cousin kept holding his umbrella to me, and when I got home, my cousin also went home with his umbrella. The rain is still falling.

I suddenly felt:

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Notes]: 1. Discomfort: Feeling uncomfortable.

2. Ancient Plains: that is, Leyouyuan, is a famous spot near Chang'an, in the place of 800 miles south of Chang'an, Shaanxi Province.

Rhyme]: When it is approaching the evening, I feel that the mood is not very comfortable;

Driving up to the paradise, I want to get rid of my troubles.

Seeing the infinite beauty of the sunset, a piece of golden light;

It's just nearly dusk, and the good times are short-lived after all.

Comment]: ?This is a lyrical poem that climbs high and looks far away. The first two sentences write the reason for driving to the ancient plain:

It's "uncomfortable to the evening". The last two sentences are written to touch the scenery in the ancient plains, and get a kind of enjoyment and satisfaction spiritually. The sentence "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk" has always been interpreted as "Although the evening scene is good, it is a pity that it cannot stay for a long time."

Today's Zhou Ruchang believes: "It's just two sentences," which is the poet's love for life, persistence in the world, and adherence to ideals and an unquenchable kind of affectionate painstaking aspirations. This view, although new, is not in line with the poet's life experience and the poet's mood at the time.

In junior high school, the study tasks were extremely heavy, and my nerves were always tense. In addition to studying, I often go to the Ancient Poetry Garden to stroll to relax and relax my nerves, and I get a lot of happiness from it.

Walking into the ancient poetry garden, I saw: in the middle of spring in front of Xisai Mountain, egrets flying, peach blossoms are colorful, falling in the water and flowing with the waves, mandarin fish are fat, and a fish is fishing in the slanting wind and drizzle. . . Hunger ...

Yugezi (Zhang Zhihe).

The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossoms flow and the mandarin fish is fat.

Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

Walking into the ancient poetry garden, I heard: the summer night in the mountain village, the birds are frightened, the cicadas are chirping, and the sound of frogs in the rice fields is woven into an intoxicating rural nocturnal...

Xijiang Yue (Xin Qiji).

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight starry sky, two rotten Chang tour three o'clock rain mountain front, the old Maodian community forest side, the road turns to the river bridge suddenly.

Walking into the ancient poetry garden, I saw: the autumn night outside the Xunqi of Gusu City, the frost day and the waning moon, the red maple trees on the riverside, and the little firelight of the fishing boats in the river, painted into a beautiful night view of the Fengqiao.

1, "Farewell to the South".

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei.

The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains.

Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

Translation: After middle age, Wang Xiang had a strong heart of kindness, and it was not until his later years that he settled on the border of Zhongnan Mountain. When the interest is strong, he often goes to play alone, and there are happy things to self-appreciate and self-intoxicated.

Sometimes I go to the end of the water to seek the source, and sometimes I sit and watch the rising clouds change. I happened to meet a village father in the woods, and occasionally chatted with him and forgot to return home.

2, "Shangshan Morning Journey".

Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, citrus aurantium flower Ming post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Translation: When the dawn arose, the bells of the chariots and horses vibrate; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The rooster is loud, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; The footsteps are faint, and the boardwalk is covered in early spring frost.

withered mistletoe leaves, falling on the wild roads of barren mountains; Pale white citrus flowers, blooming brightly on the mud walls of the inn. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming of Du Ling last night; Flocks of ducks and geese are frolicking in the crooked pond on the shore.

3, "Mountain Walk".

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu.

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Translation: The rocky path is far above the top of the mountain, and there are a few families faintly where the white clouds originate. I stopped the carriage just because I loved the evening view of the maple forest, and the frost-dyed maple leaves were better than the bright February flowers.

4, "Juvenile Travel, Leaving the Most".

Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao.

The most important thing is that the east and west are flowing water, and the two meet in the end.

The shallow love is like the end, the clouds are uncertain, and it is still in the soul of a dream.

Pitiful, thinner than clouds, good will be more difficult.

If you think about it, there are many broken intestines, and it is not the same as this time.

Translation: Leaving many will eventually be, two water flows, one to the west and the other to the east, and the final encounter can be solved; Shallow affection will eventually be like, uncertain clouds, can still meet in dreams; It's just pitiful, thinner than Yunshui, and such a good will be difficult to encounter again; Thinking about it seriously, it makes people break their intestines a lot, but it is not the same as this time.

5, "Tasha Xing: Waiting for the Plum Remnant".

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu.

The waiting hall is plum, and the brook bridge is thin. The grass lavender wind warmly shakes the reins. The sorrow is gradually moving away and endless, and the distance is constantly like spring water.

Inch by inch soft intestines, full of tears. The height of the building is not close to the danger. At the end of Pingwu is Spring Mountain, and pedestrians are even outside Spring Mountain.

Translation: The plum blossoms in front of the guest house have withered, the new willows beside the river bridge are hanging lightly, and the spring breeze is sleepy and the people are stepping on the grass and the people are prancing horses and whipping. The farther away you go, the more endless the sorrow is, like the water of the spring river that is constantly flowing.

Inch by inch soft intestines are broken, the line is full of tears, don't climb the tall building and look far away to lean on the railing. At the end of the flat meadow is Chongchun Mountain, and the pedestrians are still outside the Chongchun Mountain.