"To Wang Lun" Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. "Yellow Crane Tower Meng Haoran Farewell to Yangzhou" Li Bai's old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone, the blue sky is like washing, only the Yangtze River is flowing. "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Wu Gui" The north wind rolls white grass, and the eight In the snow days are like spring breeze, and the wind blooms at night. [1] It entered the pearl shutters, it wetted the silk curtains, a fur coat felt very cold, a cotton pad was thin, the bow became stiff, and it was almost impossible to draw, and the metal of armor condensed in the man, the sand sea deepened with unfathomable ice, Wan Li Ning, but we drank our guests from the camp, the huqin pipa and the Qiangdi. It's all at dusk, and when the wind pulls the red flag, it freezes. When I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai, the mountain road was covered with snow. The mountain road turned around and he could not be seen, leaving a path in the snow.
2. Give some examples of ancient poems describing partridges, and visit the ancient times in central China. Li Bai, king, king, executed, Wu returned.
An upright man comes home with all his gorgeous clothes. Maid-in-waiting is like full spring palace.
Only one partridge is flying today. Guilin road, Li shangyin building is warm without autumn, and Jiang Qing has dusk.
When you are free, you will say goodbye to the guests. Village dogs protect each other, and Shaping monks return alone.
If you want to look northwest, you will see the partridge flying again. When General Kang met Liu Yuxi, he was living in exile, feeling sad and lonely like a secluded place.
The night hunting general suddenly visited each other, and the partridge began to wail around the fence. The flowers in Tumu Shicheng, Vietnam are warm, partridges are flying, and passengers will not come back in spring and autumn.
A wanderer's heart is like stone, and he weaves cold clothes every night. Yuxianguan Zhangji Changxi's new rain color is like mud, and the wild water clouds are all west.
Chuko is drifting away, and the partridge is singing in the tree. At the banquet, the singer Zheng Gu enjoyed the moon on the balcony near Jiuqu, singing and holding the golden basin upside down.
There are also Jiangnan guests in the seat. Don't sing partridges against the spring breeze. Xie of Song Gong Circus is seeing off the green trees. The north wind blows from the west.
Beauty remembers mountains and rivers and buys wine on the high platform. Mo Wen flowing water, sitting still.
I advise you to go home quickly, just as the partridge is crying. The wind pressure of Li Jing in Huanxisha is light, the clouds fly near the water, and the swallows compete for mud in the billiards hall.
Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no news of geese on the sand, but partridges are singing among the bamboos.
This kind of feeling is only known by falling flowers. What's more, Li Yu's wicker is long, the spring rain is fine, and the flowers leak.
Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.
Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. Liu Yuxi stepped on the lyrics of the riverside moon leaving the levee, and the girls on the levee held hands.
After singing all the new words, I can't see. The tree is singing in the red window. Bodhisattva Man's hills overlap, his temples are burning incense, and snow is flying on his cheeks.
Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers.
The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges. Su Shi's wind pressure in Huanxisha is light and flowing water is flying.
Swallows are fighting for mud in the pool pavilion. Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes.
There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge. This kind of feeling is only known by falling flowers.
Xiangjiang River Zhang Qu gathers the autumn waters without tide, and the moon sets in the middle of Hunan. Give someone a hair, give someone a reward, and fly in the sky for nothing.
Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji was on the Qingjiang River under Yugu stage, and many pedestrians cried in the middle. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.
Dreaming of the late cloud harvest in Yangzhou Qin Guan. It's Liutang, and it's raining at the beginning.
The swallow has not returned, as cold as autumn. Outside the small light circle, the east wind is soft, the embroidered curtain is transparent, and the dew is thick.
Jiangnan is far away, where people are, and partridges cry to break the spring sorrow. Chang Ji once swam with Yan.
Dance beautifully and sing clearly, with brocade on your head. Drinking is a flower, and ten years is like one day.
Drunk whip comes home late, looking at Cuilou and curtain rolling gold hooks. Good will hinder, be merciful and chaotic, and dream of Yangzhou diligence.
Ruanlang returned to Xin Qiji's mountain, and it was rainy and dusk. Snow on the mountain comes and goes.
There are several villages in Zheguwan. Xiaoxiang met an old friend.
Swing feather fan, all nylon towel. Juvenile pommel horse dust.
Now gaunt and evocative. Confucians often make mistakes in their crowns.
3. Partridge, what is the special cultural meaning or symbolic image of partridge in classical poetry? It is very easy to evoke the hard journey and full of parting associations. Its sound is like "brothers who can't leave", full of parting thoughts, causing thoughts, sad voices and melancholy, and many men and women sing in pairs, echoing each other, which often means that the husband sings with the woman and the man loves the woman.
Partridges-sadness, sadness, calling elder brother, evoking thoughts, melancholy voice, evoking melancholy, dueling with each other, echoing each other, are often used to express that men and women love each other.
In classical poetry, there are often the following cultural meanings and symbols:
One is parting. The beauty holds Lang's hand with tears in her eyes: Brother, brother, don't go. In order to always cherish the feelings of parting. In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji's Xiangjiang Qu said: "The Xiangjiang River has no tide, the autumn water is wide, and the bright moon falls in the middle of Hunan. Give a person a hair and give a return, Bai Pingfei. " Expressing the sadness of parting with the image of partridge.
The second is sadness. Because of its sad voice, it often contains difficult situations and melancholy emotions. In the Qing Dynasty, Youdong's "Smelling the Partridges" said: "In the sound of partridges, the sunset is the lowest. You can't run all over the mountain. Who are you working for? " In the sound of partridges, the road ahead of strangers is unpredictable, and the bitterness and despair can be seen. The image of "partridge" in ancient poems often reveals sadness. For example, Li Bai's "Visit to the Ancient China in Vietnam" said that "the palace ladies are like flowers, and only partridges fly at present."
The third is love. Echoing each other, because he is happy with the duet between men and women, he often uses this as a metaphor for men and their wives singing together, while men love women. Images such as "Swallow" and "Yuanyang". In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi wrote "Treading Lyrics": "On the Chunjiang River, the moon rises from the levee, and the girls walk on the levee. After singing all the new words, I can't see them, and the red clouds reflect the trees. " The loneliness of "no joy" is set off by the harmony of partridges. Such as Wen and Li Xun's Bodhisattva Man, partridges all have this image, such as "both golden partridges" and "both flying partridges".
The fourth is acacia. Love is the result of love, and the pain and sadness of parting arise spontaneously, which embodies the above. Li Yi's "Partridge Ci": "The Xiangjiang River is full of bamboo branches and stars, and the partridge flies with golden wings. Everywhere, where does Lang come from? " Women in boudoir miss the sadness of distant lovers. The pain of lovesickness is subtle and rhymes.
4. Appreciation of the ancient poem "Partridge"
At the beginning, the habits, feather color and shape of partridges are written. Partridges are "afraid of frost and dew, and will come out sooner or later" (Notes of Cui Baogu today). "Warm play is full of smoke, and weeds are blooming", starting with the word "warm", we can see the habits of partridges. The word "jinyi" also gives the partridge colorful and eye-catching feathers. In the poet's mind, the elegant charm of partridge can even be juxtaposed with the beautiful pheasant. Here, the poet did not describe the image of partridge in detail, but wrote about its playful activities and comparison with pheasants to make the finishing point, thus inspiring people's rich associations.
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The first couplet chants its shape, and then its sound. However, the poet does not simply copy his voice, but deliberately expresses the resulting sadness and sadness. Caoqing Lake, or Baqiu Lake, is located in the southeast of Dongting Lake. Huangling Temple, near the North Dongting Lake in Xiangyin County. Legend has it that Shun Di made a southern tour and died in Cangwu. Two concubines from the levy, drowned in the Xiangjiang River, and later generations set up a temple at the water's edge, called Huangling Temple. This area is also the place where Qu Yuan lived in history, and it is most likely to cause the anxiety of immigrants. Such a special environment is enough for people to imagine and imagine, and the poet is shrouded in a deep sadness: the rain falls red. Yehe Yesi is fascinated by the sound of rain and falling flowers, forming a sad and distant artistic conception and rendering a heartbreaking atmosphere. At this moment, partridges who are afraid of frost and dew and cold can't play freely and can only lament. However, "after the rain, flowers cry at Huangling Temple", which is repeated over and over again, seems to be like a wanderer recruiting people to set foot in a lonely and desolate place and listening to the cries of partridges. The partridge's voice and attractive feeling are completely integrated. The beauty of these two sentences lies in writing the charm of partridges. The author didn't draw its sound or shape, but the reader seems to hear its sound, see its shape and deeply feel its charm. In this regard, Shen Deqian said with appreciation: "Poems about objects are not as beautiful as verve, and three or four words are not as beautiful as' hook and loop'. Poets call this "partridge Zheng" (Tang Poetry), which shows the mystery of these two poems.
Five or six sentences seem to be written by partridges against people, but in fact, every sentence is inseparable from the voice of partridges, which is quite clever. "A wanderer's sleeves get wet" comes from the word "crow" in the previous sentence, and "a good man croons" is also caused by the sound of partridges. The beauty is undoubtedly singing the word "partridge", which is a sad tone that imitates the voice of partridge. In the face of falling flowers and falling rain, young women in boudoir miss their long-lost husbands, and their feelings are hard to send. Sing a song "partridge", and she can't help herself when she sings it gently. The poet chose two details: a wanderer crying at the sound, and a talented person frowning at the sound, and emphasized them with two function words: "love at first sight" and "talented person", which effectively set off the sadness of partridge crying. In the poet's pen, the partridge cry has become a lovesick song of young women in tall buildings and a heartbroken song of wandering people. Here, people's wailing and birds' wailing complement each other, each with its own splendor; The two complement each other and complement each other.
The last couplet reads: "Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboos are deep in the west." The poet's pen and ink are more muddy. The voice of "I can't live without my brother" echoed on the vast river. Are flocks of partridges singing in a low voice, or are beautiful wanderers echoing "singing" and "smelling"? This is quite imaginative. "Xiangjiang River is Wide" and "The Sun is Sunset" make the partridge sound more and more sad and the scene more and more deserted. Those partridges who are afraid of the cold are busy looking for warm nests among bitter bamboos, but when can the wanderers who walk alone by the river return to their hometown? The last one is far from the gods, although the words are endless, revealing the poet's strong homesickness. In Qing Dynasty, Jin Shengtan thought that the last sentence was "Legacy is deeper than Prosperity" (Selected Poems of Tang Caizi by Shengtan), which was very insightful. The poet firmly grasps the emotional connection between man and partridge, while eulogizing partridge focuses on conveying charm, integrating man and partridge, and the conception is exquisite and meticulous. No wonder everyone knows the "warning".
5. Su Dongpo's "Jiangchengzi", a poem expressing feelings of parting,
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget. ..
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
His face was covered with dust and his temples were frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
No words care for each other, only a thousand tears.
It is expected that the annual sad place,
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
It was cold last night.
It was midnight when I came back to my dream.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
The pine and bamboo in the old mountain are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Li Qingzhao's Wulingchun
When the wind stops, the dust is fragrant and the flowers are exhausted, and the hair is tired at night.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid boating in Shuangxi can't carry much worry.
Jiang Yan's Biefu
Spring grass is blue and spring water is green.
How painful it is to send you to Nanpu!
6. The poem of parting is gone, a thousand miles of smoke, and the twilight is heavy. Since ancient times, parting has hurt, which is more comparable. Where is the Cold and Autumn Festival? Yang Liuan, it's supposed to be a good time to have a small wind and a waning moon, so there are thousands of customs in Qian Qian. Who should I talk to?
After washing and dressing, I leaned on the Wangjiang Tower alone and crossed Qian Fan. It is a feeling of sadness, a frequency of heartbreak (not this frequency, I can't type correctly, I should add a flower head), and the reason is still chaotic. It is sadness, especially the general taste in my heart.
You can't see you, leaving only hoofprint behind him.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. It doesn't make sense to go out in the west.
One is lovesickness, and the other is carefree. There is no confidant at present, and everyone knows it.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
How much leisure do you have? A puff of smoke, plum yellow rain.
I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I miss Ling Du's dream in my heart, and the geese are full of ponds.