Yongxue s ancient poems, Yongxue s ancient poems

Yongxue's ancient poems are as follows:

01, after the snow in the mountains.

Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie.

When you open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, and the snow is clear and the sun is cold. The eaves flow is not dripping plum jelly, a kind of solitary is not idle.

The poem depicts a snowy mountain dwelling in winter. In the early morning, the poet pushed open the door, and it was freezing and covered in silver outside, and the sun that had just risen seemed lifeless. In the courtyard, the long ice skates under the eaves showed no signs of melting, and the plum blossoms in the corners of the walls seemed to be frozen, and they had no intention of opening for a long time.

02, Luoyang Spring Snow.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde.

Countless saddles are sprinkled with saddles. Tree of the Lost Shadows. The chaotic mountains overlap and are inseparable, like five miles and foggy. Melancholy in the depths of the window. Wet flowers and light flakes. At that time, it was pitiful, and they were all fragrant.

The gist of the word: On the way to ride a horse, snowflakes fell overwhelmingly, obscuring the distant woods, blurring the overlapping mountains, teaching people to be unable to distinguish, as if they were in a fog of five miles. At the beginning, the snowflakes also drifted into our windows, like wet flowers and light catkins.

It's so cute, but it's not because the snowflakes are so beautiful, it's because you're right next to me.

03, Qingpingle Painting Hall gets up in the morning.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

The painting hall gets up in the morning to report the snowflakes. The high roller shutter looks at Jiarui, and the bright color is far from the maze. The light is full of smoke, and the grass is cold and jade. It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.

There are not many words by the poet fairy Li Bai, and this Yongxue poem is one of them. This word is heroic, magnificent, novel, and full of interest in life. It was the lyricist who suddenly saw snowflakes flying all over the sky in the morning, and he felt it.

04, the owner of Furong Mountain in the snow.

Don Liu Changqing.

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.

This poem uses an extremely condensed poetic pen to depict a picture of a night stay in the cold mountains with tourists staying at night and the mountain family and snowmen as the material. The poems are written in chronological order.

The first sentence writes about what the traveler feels when he travels on the mountain road at dusk, the second sentence describes what he sees when he arrives at the host's house, and the last two sentences write what he hears at the host's house after the night. Each poem constitutes a separate picture, yet it is connected to each other. There are paintings in the poems, and there are feelings outside the paintings.

Bamboo stone. Zheng Xie, Qing Dynasty

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

This is a poem that uses things to metaphorize people and support things, and it is also a poem of things. This poem shows the tenacious and persistent quality of bamboo, the tenacity and tenacity of Tuoyan bamboo, and the uprightness, integrity and unyielding backbone.

Momei. Wang Mian Yuan Dynasty

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. (My Family: My Family; Duoduo one: one by one).

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. (Good color one: good color).

This is an inscription poem. The poet praises the virtue of Momei not asking for praise, but only wishing to leave a fragrance in the world, which is actually a metaphor for Mei to express his attitude towards life and the noble sentiment of not flattering the world.

Lime groans. Yu Qian Ming Dynasty

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle. (10,000 chisels: 10,000 hits).

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the crowd. (I am not afraid of a work: I am not afraid at all).

This is a poem of words. The author uses lime as a metaphor to express his willingness to be loyal to the country, not afraid of sacrifice, and his determination to adhere to noble sentiments.

The ancient verses of Yongxue are as follows:

"Yongxue" The snow presses the winter clouds and white flocculents, and the flowers are scarce for a while; The sky is rolling high and the cold is rushing, and the earth is blowing warm. The unique hero drives the tiger and the leopard, and there is no heroic hero who is afraid of the bear; Plum blossoms rejoice in the snow, and it is not surprising that flies freeze to death.

Wu Jun "Song of Snow" The breeze shakes the garden trees, and the fine snow falls through the curtains. The sky is like a mist, and the condensation steps are like flowers. I don't see the willow spring, but I see the white cinnamon branches. Zero tears are inhumane, and lovesickness is empty.

Luo Bing Wang's "Yongxue" On the dragon cloud jade leaves, the crane snow Ruihua is new. The shadow is chaotic and the copper is blowing, and the light is sold in Yumajin. Contains a bright plain seal, and hides the auspicious wheel. You Lan can't be beautiful, and you can't go around the spring in vain.

Xu Ling, "Yongxue", Qionglin Xuanpu leaves. Laurel Day South China. How can it be like Heavenly Court? Light snow with wind slopes. Three mornings are full of joy. Six out of the flowers. Outside the gate of the Ming Dynasty. You should see the Poseidon car.

Hong Sheng's "Snow Hope" is cold and lonely in the twilight, and the sad wind is heard in all directions. The deep stream is unbearable for snow, and the mountains are frozen and the clouds are not flowing. The gulls and herons are difficult to distinguish, and the sartin is indistinguishable. Nobashi plum trees, and are white.

Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" has been surprised that the pillow is cold, and the window is bright again. I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. Fu Cha "Yongxue" Ten days of snow in the capital, the court has been full of Hao. Hu'er tried to swipe, leaving a small window to be bright.

Li Shimin's "Yongxue" is clean and sunny in the morning, and the sunset is decorated with sunset. Set the strips into trees and jade, and the waves and shadows the springs. Color sprinkled with dressing table powder, flowers fluttering in the dress. Into the fan lingering out of the box, the point of Su Jiao remnant.

Flying Flower "Yongxue" Willow flowers in the south of the Yangtze River at the end of the year, and the Rui outside the Yuhang Gate is contending. Thousands of mountains are still green and frost leaves, and they are dyed white overnight. When I came out of the embroidery house, I went straight to the window screen with the smoke.

Around the curtain is faintly falling, and the hands are frightened to fly warm and cuihua. Suddenly remembered that he was separated from people and the sea, and he hated the end of the world alone. When will you see you in the bitterness of three lives, and the peach leaf ferry will look at the glow.

Full poem: Mrs. Xie Hanxue day collection, and talk about righteousness with children. The snow suddenly fell, and the public happily said:

What does the snow look like? Brother Hu'er said: "The difference between sprinkling salt and air can be imitated."

The brother and daughter said: "If the catkins are not raised by the wind." Gong laughed.

That is, the eldest brother has no daughter, and the wife of General Zuo Wang Ning is also. Source: "The World Says New Language, Yongxue".

Translation: Mrs. Xie gathered his family together on a cold and snowy day to talk about poetry with his children and nephews. Suddenly, the snow fell very quickly, and Taifu said happily

What does this fluttering snow look like? His brother's eldest son, Hu'er, said, "It's almost like throwing salt in the air."

His brother's daughter said, "It would be better to compare it to the wind blowing willow catkins flying all over the sky." Taifu laughed and was very happy.

Xie Daoyun is the daughter of Xie Wuyi, the eldest brother of Taifu Xie, and the wife of Wang Ningzhi, the general of the left.

Yongxue is a five-character ancient poem written by Wu Jun, a writer and historian of the Southern Dynasties. This poem is written about the fine snow unique to the south of the Yangtze River, and the poet's name is Yongxue, which is really sad. The first two sentences begin with the breeze shaking the garden trees, forming a contrast with the fine snow in the near curtain; Three or four sentences describe the difference between the snow in the air and the falling steps, "like a fog" and "like a flower accumulation", the metaphor of "like a flower" is more accurate to describe the fine snow in the south of the Yangtze River; Five or six sentences are written about the snow falling on the tree, and the word "look at it" does not seem to be emotional; The last two sentences express zero tears and lovesickness.

The picture depicted throughout the poem is narrow, but the brushstrokes are delicate.