The shortest of the five verses, the longest of the verses is

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. "The Book of Poetry, National Style, Zhou Nan, Taoyao".

Translation: The peach trees are luxuriant, and the peach blossoms are brilliant.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes. "The Book of Poetry, National Style, Wei Feng, Shuoren".

Translation: A shallow smile is full of dimples, black and white are clear and the eyes are wonderful.

He is depressed, and he doesn't see it for a day, like three autumns. "The Book of Poetry, National Style, Wang Feng, Cai Ge".

Translation: The girl who picks artemisia can't be seen for a day, as if it were three seasons long.

Qingqing Zijin is very important to my heart. "The Book of Poetry, National Style, Zheng Feng, Zijin".

Translation: I am nostalgic for Qianying, and my heart is sad!

It is a stone of the mountain, which can be used to attack jade. Translation: Gems on other mountains can also be carved into jade.

Those who know me say that I am worried; Those who don't know me, what do I want, the sky, who is this?

The Book of Poetry, National Style, Wang Feng, Huang Li".

Translation: Those who know me say that I am troubled; If you don't know, ask me what I want. God, who made me do this?

Tang Poem: Night Thoughts.

Li bai. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Goose. Goose goose goose.

The song sings to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

Song Ci: Sixteen-character order.

Song Cai Shen. Sky.

Hugh makes the round toad sleep according to the guest.

Where are the people? Guiying is from Chanjuan.

Zhou Qingchuan. Sixteen-Character Order

Sleep, the moon shadow pierces through the window white jade money.

No one did it, and moved it over the side of the pillow.

The longest poem in the Book of Songs is "The National Wind and the Wind in July".

Original text: Flowing fire in July, clothing in September. One day is crouching, and the second day is fierce. If you have no clothes and no brown, why do you die? The third day is in the shackles, and the fourth day is the toe. With my wife and son, I swallowed the south mu. Tian sour to the joy.

Flowing fire in July, clothing in September. In spring, there is a sun, and there is Naruto Geng. The woman holds the basket, obeys the micro line, and asks for the soft mulberry. Spring is late, picking Qiqi. The woman's heart is sad, and she and her son return together.

Flowing fire in July, Cui Wei in August. Silkworm Moon Mulberry, take the axe. To cut far away, the other girl mulberry. Recruitment in July, performance in August. Zai Xuan Zai Huang, I Zhu Kongyang, for the son.

Show wilting in April, singing canadies in May. It was harvested in August, and it was meteorite in October. One day in the raccoon dog, take the fox, for the son Qiu. On the same day, the two days are the same, carrying martial arts. Say your own thing, and dedicate yourself to the public.

In May, Si prepared stocks, and in June, Shaji shook the feathers. July in the wild, August in Yu, September in the house, October crickets, under my bed. The dome smoked rats and stuffed them into Jinhu. My wife and son, said to change the year, enter this room.

In June, it is depressed and laid, and in July, it is sunflower and soybean. Dates are peeled in August, and rice is harvested in October. For this spring wine, to Jiemei Shou. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and pick Shutho in September. Eat me farmer.

Build a field in September, and harvest in October. Millet is heavy, and wheat is wheat. I am a farmer, my crops are the same, and I have entered the palace. The day is in the grass, the night is gorgeous, the house is urgent, and the beginning of the hundred grains is sown.

On the second day, the ice was chiseled, and the third day was in Lingyin. On the fourth day, its fleas are offered lambs and leeks. Frost in September, cleansing field in October. Friends drink and feast, say kill the lamb, and enter the court. It is called the other, and the longevity is boundless.

The shortest song is "Lu Ling".

Lu Ling" is from the "Book of Songs" in the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period, the author is unknown, and the specific original text is as follows: Lu Lingling, his person is beautiful and benevolent. Lu Chonghuan, his person is beautiful and frivolous. Lu Chongzhi, his person is beautiful and beautiful. Translated as:

The black dog collar rings, and the bridge hunter is handsome and kind. The black dog has a mountain ring around his neck, and the hunter is handsome and brave. The black dog has a ring around its neck, and the hunter is handsome and capable.

Picking roses. Xianqin: Anonymous.

Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weeds also stopped. It is said that it is returned, and the years are also sensitive. The house is beautiful, and the reason for the rampant. Not to mention the start of the house, the reason for the rampant.

Picking the weed, picking the weed, the weeds are also soft. When he returns, his heart is also worried. Worried, hungry and thirsty. I am undecided, and I will be hired.

Picking the weed, picking the weed, the weeds just stopped. It is said that the return is said to be returned, and the years are also yang. The king's affairs are in a hurry, and he will not be left behind. I'm worried, I can't do it!

What is Bilvi? The Glory of Normalcy. What is Belus? A gentleman's car. Rong car driving, four peony industry. How dare you settle down? Three victories in January.

Drive the other four peons, and the four peons are unrestrained. The gentleman is relied on, and the villain is retained. Four peony wings, like a fish suit. Wouldn't it be a daily abstinence? Lynx thorns!

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. The way is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, I don't know how I mourn!

Appreciation: The emotional theme of the whole article is the sad thought of home. Perhaps it was the sudden snowflake that woke the pawn up, and he returned to reality from his reminiscences, and then fell into a deeper sadness.

Looking back on the past and remembering the present, we can't help but make "my heart sad". In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

This is a scene account, but also lyrical and sad. Individual life exists in time, and in the situational changes of "present" and "past", "coming" and "past", "rain and snow" and "willows clinging", the soldier deeply experienced the waste of life, the passage of life, and the denial of the value of life by war. Peerless literature, eternal and new.

Modern people still can't help but feel sad when they read these four sentences, and they mainly experience the deep sense of life passing in the poetry. "Walking slowly, carrying thirst and hunger", coupled with the long way home, the dangerous road, the lack of luggage, hunger and thirst, this current life predicament deepened his sorrow. "Walking the road slowly" also seems to contain the soldier's concern for his parents, wife and children.

When this return, there will inevitably be a fear of "being more timid in the hometown, not daring to ask the people who come" (Tang and Song Dynasty's question "Crossing the Han River"). However, in this rainy and snowy wilderness, no one knows or comforts all these sorrows; "My heart is sad, I don't know how I mourn", the whole poem ends in this lonely and helpless lament. Looking at the whole poem, the typical significance of the dominant sentiment of "Cai Wei" is not to express the feelings of sending soldiers to fight, but to retreat the war conflict between the dynasty and the barbarians as the background, to separate the individuals who are subordinate to the country's military operations from the battlefield, and to focus on the inner world of the soldiers who have been unable to return for a long time and are worried through the recounting of the way home, so as to express the disgust and disgust of the Zhou people towards war.

Li Hu Caiwei", it seems that it can be called the ancestor of war-weariness poetry through the ages.