Looking for a poetry collection, I don t know if there is one.

Song Dingbo hunted ghosts.

When Song Dingbo in Nanyang was young, he met a ghost while walking at night. Song Dingbo asked him who he was, and the ghost said, "I am a ghost."

The ghost asked, "Who are you?" Song Dingbo deceived him and said:

I'm a ghost too. The ghost asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Song Dingbo said: "I want to go to the market in Wanxian County. "The ghost said

I also want to go to the market in Wanxian. So they went together.

Ancient text: When Song Dingbo in Nanyang was young, he met ghosts at night. Ask, ghost words:

I'm a ghost. The ghost asked, "Who are you anew?"

Ding Bozhi said: "I am also a ghost." The ghost asked

Where do you want to go? He replied: "I want to go to Wan City."

Ghost said: "I also want to go to Wan City." "Yes.

After walking for a few miles, the ghost said, "The walk is too slow, how about the two of them carrying them on their backs alternately?" Song Dingbo said

Very good. The ghost carried Song Dingbo first and walked a few miles. "The ghost said

You're too heavy, maybe not a ghost, right? Song Dingbo said: "I am a new ghost, so my body is heavy."

Song Dingbo then carried the ghost again, and the ghost had no weight at all. They took turns like this two or three times. Song Dingbo said again:

I'm a new ghost, I don't know what ghosts are afraid of? The ghost said, "I just don't like human spit."

So we walked together. Encountering the river on the way, Song Dingbo asked the ghost to cross over first, listen, there was no sound at all. Song Dingbo crossed over by himself, and the water made a loud noise.

Then the demon said, "Why is there a voice?" Song Dingbo said

I've just died and become a ghost, and I'm not familiar with ghosts crossing water, so don't be surprised by me. ”

Ancient text: Miles, ghost words: "Walking too late, you can share the burden, how so?"

Ding Bo said: "Great goodness." "The devil will first bear the number of miles.

Ghost words: "Qing is too heavy, will it be a ghost?" "Ding Boyan:

I'm a new ghost, so I'm a heavy ear. "Dingbo is burdened with ghosts, and ghosts are slightly weightless. Repeatedly.

Dingbo replied: "I am a new ghost, I don't know what to fear? The ghost replied:

But I don't like it. So they walked together. When the road meets the water, Dingbo orders the ghost to cross first, and when he listens to it, there is no sound.

Dingbo crossed by himself, and made a sound. The ghost replied: "Why is there a sound?

Ding Bo said: "New death, don't get used to crossing the water, don't blame me." ”

was about to walk to the market in Wanxian County, so Song Dingbo put the ghost on his shoulder and quickly caught him. The ghost shouted loudly, with a "what's wrong" sound, asking to let go and let him down, but Song Dingbo no longer listened to him. Song Dingbo didn't put the ghost on the ground until the market in Wanxian County, and the ghost turned into a sheep, so Song Dingbo sold it.

Song Dingbo was worried that it would change, and spat on the ghost. sold it for 1,500 yuan, so he left the market in Wanxian County.

Looking at the sky, I flew. I couldn't fall any longer, so I flew.

On that very day, anyone could see it. Like the smoke of their hometown, which is soft in their hearts, I flew up from the old chimney.

They say you can't see the wind, so you won't see me when I turn around.

In the front, in the backward story, I flew.

After nine days of not howling, light over the clouds and smoke, behind the dark curtain, I flew up and left this world.

Wandering souls, wandering ghosts, I knew that in that square air, I was not human.

The water is surging all seasons, the wind is blowing and rippling, holding the dream of not spreading my wings, I sink.

I sank, in the land of the Nine Shadows. No farewell, no nostalgia.

Finally caught death, gently wrapped it around the knot, and when the butterfly overflowed, I sank.

The endless end, behind the deep darkness. As if flying, I sank.

A flickering lantern guided the mystical door that had been opened, and I sank gently and left this world.

Flew up and sank. It's not imagery like writing poetry, I just left this world.

On the wrinkled black earth, clouds like flowers bloomed. I could step on it gently, and like flying, I sank.

It's like this, I don't know if there's one.

It's a bit contradictory, hehe, I'll send you a more contradictory song.

I can't afford to love, I can't afford to hate;

Can't remember, can't forget;

Can't stand it, it's amazing.

Alas, I'm sorry!

Hmph, it doesn't make sense, is this poetry, chaos.

A collection is a collection of works by two or more people, and it can include works from one dynasty (broken dynasty) and multiple dynasties (general dynasty), and it can also include works of one genre and multiple genres. Generally speaking, most of the ancient collections are collections of poems and essays. The Book of Songs, compiled in the 6th century B.C., seems to be the earliest collection of poetry in China.

One is a self-compiled collection, such as Cao Zhi compiled a personal collection during his lifetime (later died, see "Jin Shu Cao Zhi Biography"), and Sun Qiao in the Tang Dynasty compiled "Sun Kezhi's Anthology".

The second is a separate collection by others, such as the anthology of Han Yu buried by Tang Hao on behalf of Han Yu, which was compiled by his son-in-law Li Han after Han Yu's death, that is, "Mr. Changli's Collection".

Reading poetry seems to be the standard for literary and artistic youths of all generations. All of us who have come from middle school may have the imprint of writing poems or lyrics. Those who write poems and longing to become writers seem to have turned into youth movies that have tried their best to take a small and fresh literary route over the years.

Everyone wants to shoot a poem-like feeling, but the final content is nothing more than elopement, early pregnancy, splitting legs, and abortion.

Whose poetry is full of these things?

Therefore, if you want to get back the feeling of reading poetry in those years, you must first read poetry. To write poems that no one else can write, but also to read poems that no one else has read.

In this era, when it comes to poetry, most people only think of these names: Tagore, Haizi, and Gu Cheng. It seems that the poetry world has been dominated by these few people, and no one can capture the ring anymore.

So, I synthesized the evaluations of all parties, found 4 poetry books that not everyone knows (and even Amazon can't buy) and share them with you.

Title: Poems by Zhang Zao.

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Title: Xia Yu's Poetry Collection.

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Title: I am a place where you wandered.

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Title: The Skylark Barked All Day.

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No matter what era, there are often good books that are written, but they are thrown into the storage room of history, and it is difficult to see the light of day. And what we're going to do is pull them out of a pair of scraps, dust them off, spread them out in the sun, and put them in front of you. These should not be the outcasts of history, but should be treasures collected by the times.

So, I also have this mentality and recommend them to you. I hope that everyone can have a warm, moist and poetic life under the sun and in the light rain every day.

Hello, let me ask you your question. Speaking in layman's terms, a collection of poems and a collection of poems. It's just a combination of one person's work.

For example, Qu Yuan's poetry collection, isn't it? One of them is to help her through one way at a time. And then one of them together.

For example, the romance poem, the teacher, etc., he gathered them together, and it was one. If you want to find one of them, there is a large directory, and this directory should be what we said above. Well, the above is purely personal, if there is any similarity is purely coincidental, I hope mine can help you.

A poetry collection is a book that is a collection of poems by one or more people.

An example can be found in the encyclopedia:

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A collection of poems is a book full of poems or poems, which can be written by one person or the culmination of a large number of excellent works - that is, a collection of relatively good works.

1.Find good information and decide on the topic.

2.Prepare the tools: The cover can be colored cover paper, and the text can be light-colored copy paper (two types for cross-use). Specification: A4 paper or 16 carat paper.

4.Text: The text is relatively simple, write the preface, table of contents, and then copy or print the poems you find, write some appreciation, with some pictures, and the text of the poetry collection will be done.

The poetry collection first determines what type of one wants to write, secondly, there must be a connection with this category, and secondly, there must be a certain poetic foundation. The poetry is a little better.

You have to read more books on this subject first, study more, and most importantly, practice more.

Xu Zhimo: "Shima's Poems", "One Night in Fei Lengcui", "Tiger Collection", "Cloud Travel".

Xi Murong: "Youth Without Complaints", "Qili Xiang", "Nine Chapters of Time", "In That Distant Place", "Song of the River".

There is a song", "Three Strings", "Written to Happiness", "My Home is on the Plateau".

Rabindranath Tagore's most classic collection of love poems, The World's Farthest Distance

These are not bad. You can try.

"Plum Blossoms". The poem is as follows: "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens alone."

I know that it is not snow, because there is a dark fragrance." The poem is explained as follows: In the northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting in the deep winter, the ancient vicissitudes of the village wall corner blooming a little plum blossoms, plum blossoms in the cold and not afraid, blooming alone, dressed in a silver world.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are white, adding a little red of plum blossoms, which is better than a little red in the green bushes. Only plum blossoms can leave a fragrant dark fragrance in this harsh winter. The peonies and peach blossoms that are sought after and cherished by the world can only bloom in the warm spring and hot summer seasons, and they try their best to show the noble quality of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the cold and advance in the face of difficulties.

Through the description of the image of "plum blossom", the author reflects a positive, noble and persistent, fearless personality and spiritual portrayal. This character of plum blossom is worthy of reference and development in our life and study. Only by not being afraid of difficulties and failures can you achieve your own career.

To borrow from Mencius. "Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot." ”。

It is to achieve this curiosity and desire and perseverance. About author:Wang Anshi (1021-1086), the character Jiefu, the late number is mid-mountain, and the word "Wen".

China's outstanding politician, writer, thinker, and reformer. Outstanding achievements in literature. Just like that, a brief introduction to the specific biography is quite long, and the author will not be cumbersome here, referring to the relevant books.

Author Index Finger From "The Poem of the Index Finger" When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my smooth hearth When the smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty I still stubbornly paved the ashes of disappointment Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew When my flowers nestle in other people's feelings I still stubbornly use the frosty withered vines to write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future I want to use my hand to point to the waves that rush to the sky I want to use my hand The sea that holds the sun in my palm Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn Write in your child's pen:

Believe in the future The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the eyes of the future people She has the eyelashes to sweep away the dust of history She has the pupils to see through the pages of the years No matter how people look at our rotten flesh and skin Those lost melancholy and the pain of failure Whether it is a moving tear and deep sympathy Or a contemptuous smile and a spicy ridicule I firmly believe that people will give a warm, objective and fair assessment of our backbone The countless explorations, losses, failures and successes Yes, I anxiously awaited their evaluation Friends, firmly believe in the future Believe in indomitable efforts Believe in the youth who defeated death Believe in the future and love life The future is fast and bright, and it must be bright The future must be beautiful Life and always move forward 1968 Beijing.