How to understand Ming poems, not as good as ink?

This question has to start with the literati and ink writers. But this kind of person likes to dance and ink, and straightforward things always feel that there is no charm, so they use a lot of decorative and gorgeous words to decorate the work. And those who are not embellishment are naturally not so "feeling", and there are not many people who don't feel it, so it is naturally not easy to be famous.

And the retouched ones are loved by the public and spread far.

On June 27, Wanghulou drunk Su Shi.

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

Genus Nangezi. Qin Guanxiang's ink is bent and bent, and the swallow fat is faint and even.

Rubbing the blue shirt and apricot yellow skirt, leaning on the jade and nodding his lips speechlessly.

People go to empty water, and flowers fly half-open doors.

Where to find the clouds in the mountains?

Another hook of crescent moon shines at dusk.

Momei Wang Mian (Yuan).

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, the flowers bloom with light ink marks, don't let people praise the color, only leave the clear air full of goodness.

Miscellaneous poems Gong Zizhen.

Frost Hao threw away the cold, and let it be dripping and light.

How dare you be a doctor of the country, and the prescription is only sold in ancient times.

Zhiyutang is the Hong counselor.

The forbidden door is deeply locked and silent, and the thick ink is dripping with two phases.

Singing through the five watches, the moon is soaked in crape myrtle flowers.

Untitled Lu Xun.

There is no artemisia in the ink noodles of Wanjia, and they dare to sing and mourn.

The heart is vast, and even Guangyu listens to the thunder in a silent place.

Miscellaneous poems Gong Zizhen.

Frost Hao threw away the cold, and let it be dripping and light.

How dare you be a doctor of the country, and the prescription only sells the ancient version of Shi Danquan.

Zhiyutang is the Hong counselor.

The forbidden door is deeply locked and silent, and the thick ink is dripping with two phases.

Singing through the five watches, the moon is soaked in crape myrtle flowers.

Untitled Lu Xun.

There is no artemisia in the ink noodles of Wanjia, and they dare to sing and mourn.

The heart is vast, and even Guangyu listens to the thunder in a silent place.

1, crown: Mo Mei.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

2. On June 27, Wanghulou was drunk.

Su Shi's black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

Momei My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom lightly.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

Momei my family washes inkstone copy pondside trees.

bai, flowers bloom light ink plum du

Don't let people praise the good color, only leave the clear air full of dry daokun.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

"Annihilation".

It wasn't until the first Bodhi grew in the Garden of Eden that we learned to be lonely in the Swan Lake to seek, seek, and finally have an ending for everyone. "

Where did I meet you?

The fiction of the wings and the plucking of the strings.

The giant beast in the dream opened its white eyes.

Breathe out the clouds that fill the sky and the sea, rain down, accumulate into snow, condense into frost, and pile up the shape of emotions.

Which wall does this bridge lead to, what is behind that wall.

Who is in the sky bowing down the gentle eyes.

They say God is a boy

They know the colors of dreams, they know my secrets, they know what time the playground closes, they know how many windows are open in the school hallways.

So does that naughty teenager know that you have sad wings behind your back?

Autumn is the season of sorrow.

The secret of the fallen leaves covering the earth's crust I can't even breathe clearly.

The light that wanders in the dense forest.

Illuminate your side face half bright and half dark.

I grew sad.

You're afraid of your other half, and you're walking with your other half of yourself to a place where the light doesn't shine, do you want to come with me?

Okay, where am I going with you?

My home. Where is your home?

There! You gently raised your hand, and between me and you, you drew a river that could never be crossed again, a long, deep, turbulent, long river of time.

The strings that pull when you are alone.

Turning into clouds towards the top of the blue sky.

tumbling into painful longing.

Then break through the sky.

I'm here again.

I'm willing to give up the world that I live in day and night.

Willing to give up beautiful clothes and wonderful sweets.

Willing to give up the good times and years.

I don't want to give up on you.

But I want to ask you that I'm already here at your house.

Why are you still the same as you used to be.

Keep looking up?

Where did I meet you?

The fiction of the wings and the plucking of the strings.

The giant beast in the dream opened its white eyes.

Breathe out the clouds that fill the sky and the sea, rain down, accumulate into snow, condense into frost, and pile up the shape of emotions.

Which wall does this bridge lead to, what is behind that wall.

Who is in the sky bowing down the gentle eyes.

They say God is a boy

They know the colors of dreams, they know my secrets, they know what time the playground closes, they know how many windows are open in the school hallways.

So does that naughty teenager know that you have sad wings behind your back?

Autumn is the season of sorrow.

The secret of the fallen leaves covering the earth's crust I can't even breathe clearly.

The light that wanders in the dense forest.

Illuminate your side face half bright and half dark.

I grew sad.

You're afraid of your other half, and you're walking with your other half of yourself to a place where the light doesn't shine, do you want to come with me?

Okay, where am I going with you?

My home. Where is your home?

There! You gently raised your hand, and between me and you, you drew a river that could never be crossed again, a long, deep, turbulent, long river of time.

The strings that pull when you are alone.

Turning into clouds towards the top of the blue sky.

tumbling into painful longing.

Then break through the sky.

I'm here again.

I'm willing to give up the world that I live in day and night.

Willing to give up beautiful clothes and wonderful sweets.

Willing to give up the good times and years.

I don't want to give up on you.

But I want to ask you that I'm already here at your house.

Why are you still the same as you used to be.

Keep looking up?

Who cares about splashing ink and peach blossoms, and the light fragrance comes in the colorless water.

Secretly thinking about the waning moon, Sijun clicked on the paper.

Mo Si put pen ink for lovesickness, thick ink and heavy color is difficult to tell the idiot

Tears and ink remains.

Affectionate and thoughtful

Each sentence has an ink word

Facing the cliff and standing up to the ink branches, or forget to return this winter. The wind is still cold in March, and the snow plum is smiling in the late spring -- still flying snow" Leans on the mountain and knots the thatched huts, and the bamboo hugs the winding paths. Listen to the rain and buckle the window, and the wind wants to accompany the drunkard? Leaning on the bamboo to listen.

Well, the topic is elegant, and the lovesickness is so good. I'll send you a song.

Mo Si is like a coke case with dust.

The inkstone frame is dry and dry.

Looking forward to the east window and the south wind is early.

Rain and dew moisturize and stretch.

1, drunk in the middle of the night - Song Cao Group "Partridge Day, Light Smile and Light Cheeks are Not Much".

2, light ink flowers and branches cover thin Luo - Song Chenke "Huanxi Sand".

3, Drunken Mo Lingbo Song Shu Rong - Song Caoxun "Nian Nujiao, Baking Curtains and Warm Day".

4, Qing Song Drunk Ink - Song Hongshi "Full Court Fang, Grass Pavilion Smoke".

5, ink flowers fly as light clouds - Song Zhao Yanduan "Huanxi Sand".

6, drunk spit out the ink in his chest - Song Zhang Xiaoxiang "Partridge Heaven: Reminiscing about the Past and Traveling to Hanmo Field".

7, can be drunk with ink and a few waves - Song Xin abandons the disease "Partridge Heaven, Pillow and Two Sideburns Frost".

8, drunk ink and rest the topic - Song Xin abandons the disease "Qinyuan Spring, There Are Beauty".

9, there are more pens like mountains and inks as streams - Song Xin abandons illness "Qinyuan Spring, I am drunk and groaning".

10, Zeng Tu Mo - Song Liu Kezhuang "Nian Nujiao, Young Solo Word Field".

Mo Mei Author: Wang Mian.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

Who cares about splashing ink and peach blossoms, and the light fragrance comes in the colorless water.

Secretly thinking about the waning moon, Sijun clicked on the paper.

My heart is still ambitious, and my love is sincere.

You see the spring breeze in the garden, and the ink is sprinkled with danqing and the slag is really knowing.

The ink fragrance is light and elegant.

Four o'clock pastoral miscellaneous [Song] Fan Chengda The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and the rice is beaten by the family while the frost is sunny. There was a light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flail sounded until dawn all night.

1. Abide by the rules [ mò shǒu chéng guī ] Murphy, during the Warring States period, Mozi was good at defending the city, and later called the defender as the one who was good at defending it. Rules, ready-made rules, methods. Described as sticking to the old rules, conservative and stubborn, and not seeking improvement.

Source: Ming Huang Zongxi's "Preface to the Poetry of Qian Huishan": "Such as Zhong Rongzhi's "Poems"; Distinguish the body of the Ming Sect; Gu Zhu tastes the conformism also. ”

2. 笔诛墨伐 [ bǐ zhū mò fá ] pen, ink: refers to words. Condemnation. Denunciation. It means to condemn and denounce through words.

Source: Ming · Wang Tingne's "Three Wishes". He gave up his shame and asked for wealth and wealth from the power gate, and he didn't know that the pen and ink were poets. Longshang is ashamed of those who know it. ”

3. 不線墨 [ bù jū shéng mò ] describes a person's behavior or artistic style that is free, unrestrained, and uninhibited.

Source: Ming Feng Menglong's "Yu Shi Mingyan" Volume 8: has a nephew Guo Zhongxiang, who is both civil and military, and has been heroic and heroic all his life, and does not restrict rope and ink.

4. Kong Xi Motu [ kǒng xí mò tū ] The original meaning is that Confucius and Mozi traveled around, and everywhere they went, the seat was not warm, and the stove was not blackened, and they hurriedly went elsewhere. Described as busy with the world, running around.

Source: Han Bangu's "Answering Guest Play": "It is governed by sages, perched and perched, the hole seat is not warm, and the ink is not abrupt." ”

5. Thick ink heavy color [ nóng mò zhòng cǎi ] refers to painting or describing ink more.

1. [The pen is full of ink] The pen is full and the ink is sufficient. Describe the poems as hearty and vigorous.

2. [Pen Song and Ink Dance] refers to the wonderful and brilliant writing.

3. [Pen and ink full] means that the article is fluent in expression and sufficient in content.

4. [Exquisite Brush] The brushstrokes are precise and the ink is ingenious. Describe calligraphy, painting, poetry, etc. with ingenious techniques and subtle brushwork.

5. [Unrestricted Rope Ink] Rope Ink: A tool used by carpentry to draw straight lines, using metaphors and rules. Describe people's behavior or artistic style is free, bold, and uninhibited.

6. The ink is wonderful, and the words are amazing. - Master Huanshan Yizhan "Translation by Tang Meng Haoran: Exquisite calligraphy is rare in ancient times, and the use of words is also very exquisite, which shocks and amazes later generations.

7. The Russian wind sets the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns dark - "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" Translated by Tang Dufu: After a while, the wind calmed down, black clouds filled the sky, and the gray sky in autumn gradually darkened.

1. Stick to the rules.

2. There is no ink on the chest.

3 The light ink autumn mountain is far away, and the twilight is still purple and smoke.

Ink: black; Silk: Loose hemp rope around the head and waist in ancient mourning clothes; Congrong: From the army. Refers to fighting in the army during the mourning period.

The ink is not dry] The ink for writing has not yet dried. A metaphor for an agreement or covenant that has just been signed (often used to accuse the other party of breaking a promise).

Moke: literati; Sao Ren: Poet. Generally refers to literati.

Conformism refers to being conservative in thinking and refusing to change the old rules. Same as "conformism".

Conformism] Conformism: Mo Zhai was good at defending the city during the Warring States Period; Rules: Ready-made or long-established rules and methods. It refers to being conservative in thinking and refusing to change the old rules.

Mo Tu Bu Qian] originally referred to Mo Zhai running around, and everywhere he went, the chimney had not yet been blackened, and he went elsewhere. Later, it was used as a pawn. Describe things as busy, as if the seat is not warm.

Cuttlefish self-concealment] cuttlefish has a kind of juice like ink in its body, and when it encounters danger, it releases ink and cleverly hides itself. The parable consciously conceals itself from being exposed.

Mozi Weeping Silk] is a metaphor for people becoming good and bad, and the influence of the environment has a lot to do with it.

Mountains of Ink Debts] Mountains of Debt: Piled up like mountains. The parable is that because of good calligraphy, there are many people who ask for writing, and they can't cope with it and go into debt.

The ink is not dry] The ink for writing has not yet dried. A metaphor for an agreement or covenant that has just been signed (often used to accuse the other party of breaking a promise).

Ancient weight unit, 1 ink 5 feet, 1 zhang 2 ink; 1 fathom 8 feet, 1 often 2 fathoms. The metaphor is not too long a distance.

Momei crown.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.