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An ancient poem about taste 1. A poem about savoring life

The white dew is frost, so-called Iraqis are on the water side. ...

When I read you, the noise suddenly dissipated. In the quiet world, there is the sound of nature, and my eyes are full of clear water and a lush continent. Eupatorium odoratum flowers cross the boat, splashing; A clear voice sounded and all was silent. Those mysterious and aura-filled words danced and pulled me into a distant, strange and familiar dream. ...

Think that night, there should be a bright moon, there should be sparse stars, there should be a faint wind blowing, and the leisurely and graceful charm of the Iraqi people swayed into a taoran scenery under the moon. After a long time! Grassland, love onions!

Think of that moment, there should be a clear voice, a stream of water. God's light and peace are separated, smiling, and your fluttering white skirt is my journey of no return. Road resistance and long, road resistance and right! Shan Renzhong, water heavy, hard to stop!

I think you should be the woman who plays the flute in Lanzhou. Plainclothes are by the water, with Tong Guan Hui You. After wading across the river like silver, your clothes are facing the wind, your voice is far from the water, and you come from the moon and your heart. Who is waiting for you for a thousand years? Who's looking for you? Who is gazing at you affectionately? Who works tirelessly for you? -Who does silence stand for? Who is the plain skirt dancing for?

I think I should be a boat in a cloth under the moonlight, watching a figure in the water, waiting for an appointment. The misty water and the flute sound like a dream, I lost myself in Rulan's talk. He is green, why are Iraqis so boundless? How much upstream, I saw you smiling, wan in the middle of the water; How many times I went upstream, but I could only look at each other from afar. You are at the water's edge!

Reading you is a distant scenery.

Listen to you, that's an ethereal voice.

Nailing you is eternal love.

Missing you is a dream I never want to walk out of.

A thousand years ago, it was frosty. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. ...

2. What poems describe "taste"?

1. Take lotus flowers as clothes and hibiscus as clothes. -Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"

Interpretation: In order to express your determination not to follow the crowd, you should wear clothes with rich fragrance made of lotus flowers. It is a steady lotus, symbolizing noble quality and beautiful cultivation.

2. It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower has no flowers. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum

Interpretation: It's not that chrysanthemums are particularly favored among hundreds of flowers, but that there are no more flowers to see after chrysanthemums bloom. The poem embodies the praise of Chrysanthemum's unyielding character, and Ao Shuang then withers.

Be loyal to your art, you don't know your age, and let wealth and fame drift like a cloud. -Du Fu's "Dan Qing gives General Cao Ba"

Interpretation: I have been immersed in painting all my life and have not felt that I am getting old. Wealth is as fragile as clouds in the sky to me. This poem praised the famous painter Cao Ba's dedication to art and noble sentiment of not seeking fame and fortune.

Peaches and plums say nothing, but they go their own way. -Sima Qian's Historical Records

Interpretation: Although peach trees and plum trees can't talk, their flowers and fruits attract people to pick them one by one, so they naturally tread a path under the trees. This poem by Sima Qian is a metaphor for a man with noble moral character, which will naturally win people's admiration.

5. If you are not indifferent, you will have no ambition, and if you are not quiet, you will be far away. -Zhuge Liang's Ten Commandments

Interpretation: Without indifferent cultivation, one can't make one's ambition innocent, without a peaceful mind and without excluding external interference, one can't achieve lofty goals. In Zhuge Liang's view, only by getting rid of the shackles of fame and fortune can we calm down and complete our ambitions.

6. Don't do it with little evil, and don't do it with little good. -Chen Shou's "The History of the Three Kingdoms"

Interpretation: Never do even a small bad thing, do even a small good thing. These are the words in Liu Bei's suicide note to his son Liu Chan, urging him to study in Germany and make a difference.

7. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three-thirds white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's Notice

Interpretation: Plum blossoms are not as good as snow, and snowflakes are not as fragrant as plum blossoms. The poet thinks that everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses.

8. Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you. -Confucius The Analects of Confucius

Interpretation: Don't impose what you don't like on others.

9. There are great scholars talking and laughing, but there is no Ding Bai. -Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"

All the people who come here to talk and laugh are knowledgeable scholars, and there are no people with shallow knowledge.

10. Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source. -Zhu's reading thought

Interpretation: Why is the water in the pond so clear? It is because there is an inexhaustible source that continuously delivers living water to it.

3. What are the poems about "savoring life slowly"?

Back to the garden house

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

Warm and distant people's village, smoke from a market in Iraq;

Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

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Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Ⅰ)

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

Warm and distant people's village, smoke from a market in Iraq;

Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Part Two)

There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes;

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *;

When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide.

Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Part Three)

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;

The clothes are not enough, but the wishes are not violated!

Introduction to poetry

Returning to the Garden is a group of poems by Tao Yuanming, a writer in Jin and Song Dynasties, with five poems (one for six). The first poem, from the intense boredom of official life, describes the beautiful and moving rural scenery and comfortable and pleasant rural life, reveals a sense of relief and expresses the love for nature and freedom. The second poem deliberately describes the tranquility of rural life, describes a quiet and pure world in plain language, and shows the tranquility of the countryside and the author's calm mood. The third poem vividly describes the author's experience of working and living in the farmland, with a light and elegant style, full of the poet's happy mood and seclusion. In the fourth song, the writer personally participated in and loved labor, indicating that he did not reduce his interest in labor because of the hard work of going out early and returning late, but deepened his feelings for labor and strengthened his determination to make a living by farming. The fifth poem tells the story of the author's return from farming, expressing his happy and complacent mood, with mellow connotation and sincere feelings. The sixth poem tells about the poet's day's labor life, and finally reveals his labor experience and his intention to live in the field. At the end of the poem, the philosophers thought it was not Tao poetry, while Su Shi thought it was Tao poetry, and commented: "If Yuan and Ming poems are slow at first, they will have strange sentences if they are familiar." (See "Leng Zhai Shi")

Brief introduction of the author

Tao Yuanming (352 or 365-427), also known as "Jingjie", was born in Xunyang Chaisang (now Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province). A great poet and poet at the end of Eastern Jin Dynasty and the beginning of Southern Song Dynasty. He served as Jiangzhou Wine Sacrifice, Jianwei Army, Zhenjun, and Pengze County Order, and the last official position was Pengze County Order. He left his post for more than 80 days and retired to the countryside. He is the first pastoral poet in China, and is known as the "School of Ancient and Modern Hermit Poetry", with a collection of Tao Yuanming.

4. Read poems and taste famous sentences

1 Expressed with humorous imagination. He can see outside the painting, touch the breath of early spring with the "fugu desire" that is not in the painting, and deepen the artistic conception in the painting. If Hui Chong's paintings are "poems in paintings", then this poem is "paintings in poems".

Find a small hotel, take a break from the rain first, and then have three glasses of wine to relieve the cold of people who are chilly in spring, warm clothes wet by rain, and most importantly, take this opportunity to dispel the sadness in their hearts.

The poem only wrote "pointing to Xinghua Village" and then came to an abrupt end, and there was no more word. The rest, how happy pedestrians are when they hear the news, how to take a step forward, how to find a hotel with excitement, how to get shelter from the rain and the satisfaction of sadness ..., these, the poet can "ignore". He left all this to the reader's imagination, which opened up a much broader imagination space for the reader than the Chinese words in the poem showed. This is the inexhaustible nature of art.

5. Taste famous ancient poems

Some people upstairs say that Yu's cultural journey is really beautiful, and one of his works is to collect classic fragments from his works. There is also a poem about Yu Hua's life and brother. Xi Murong likes my eyes very much and loves your heart forever. Even silence is the connotation of love. I like being silently watched by you. I long to be deeply loved by you and leave you deeply. No matter how long it takes, I always hope that you can appear in front of me in an instant.

Then Li Yu met the flowers, who thanked the flowers in spring. She was in a hurry, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. When did it weigh? Natural people hate water when they grow up! There is also a heavy mountain and a double mountain of Sauvignon Blanc, called the night crow. The mountains are far away and the sky is foggy, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Bloom is in the bow, flowers stay in the bow, geese fly high, and people don't return. A curtain was full of wind and rain last night, and autumn was whispering in it.

Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.

The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Further on, it is the fishing waves and heavy snow, and the peaches and plums are silent.

A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. The voice is slow, cold and clear, and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence! Wu Fengqi leans against the dangerous building, and the wind is very good. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?

I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.

I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

Baling Bridge, a young tourist with jagged smoke trees. The scenery is the best.

Weeping willows, after several climbs, gaunt Chu palace waist. The sunset is idle, Qiu Guang is old, and his thoughts are full of happiness.

A song of Yang Guan, heartbroken sound, alone LanRao. The teenager in the middle wall of Boshan Road, picking mulberry seeds, did not know the taste of sorrow and fell in love with the building.

Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.

I want to say that I am still resting, but it is a cool autumn. Bodhisattva Man wrote a book about how many pedestrians shed tears in Yugutai, the mouth wall of Jiangxi! 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.

Partridge sent people to sing about the sun's tears, fame and other things and meals. The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain.

There are thousands of hatreds in the past and present, only parting is joys and sorrows. It's not very sinister, but the journey of mankind is even more difficult. The childless grandson argued irrationally and asked Chen Tongfu to send him drunk to watch the sword. He dreamed of camping by blowing the horn.

Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.

Poor hair has become a white-haired man! Smoke in the wall of Boshan Road, pick mulberry seeds, dew wheat pond willow, wash in the rain and sun. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.

Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.

The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.

It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.

Take sapphire as an example. In January evening, thousands of trees are planted in the east wind night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

The color of the sand mountain in Huanxi invades the twilight, and the wind in Xiangchuan still spits cold flowers. Crows are scattered in the distant forest houses.

Dreaming of how many roads there are in my hometown, I am drunk and look around the world. The moonlight shines for thousands of miles and the sand is flat.

Huanxisha means that there is no one near the householder and it takes off in the rain at night. Who pity ji zi's mink and fur?

Although I have no hope for the world, it seems that you must ask the ancients. Seven-year-old fir and cypress will be surprised by the autumn storm, and it will rain on Hu Sha Road on March 7th.

The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Nanxiangzi sent Shugu to look back at the chaotic mountains. He saw not people but cities. Who is like the tower pavilion on Linping Mountain, welcoming guests to the west?

When I get home at night, it will be clear that a cold dream cannot come true. The residual lamp shines obliquely tonight, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear.

Irises wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.

There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. Xiangzi crossed Qilitan, with a light boat and a pair of paddles.

The sky is blue, the color is clear, the mountains and mountains are bright, as far as the river, and the waves are as flat as a mirror. Swimming fish, counting, appearing like running water from time to time; By the water, egret point, relax.

The stream during the day is crystal clear; Dawn river, cold and frost; The stream next month is a bright crystal world. Hills on both sides of the strait, looking at the depth, picturesque; Seen from the route, the curve is tortuous, like a screen.

Yan Guang smiled in vain this year and never really enjoyed the scenery of this beautiful place. The emperor and the hermit are now like a dream, leaving only an empty name.

There are only distant mountains and mountains; White clouds in the mountains, wind changes; Xiao Shan Xiao, want to drop green. On the 20th day of the first month, Mao Yi, the son of Jiang Chengzi, remembered his dream of ten years, and his life and death were boundless.

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, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. On Jiangchengzi Lake, Chu Qing and Zhang Xian were given the rain on Phoenix Mountain together.

The water is clear and the setting sun is bright. A hibiscus, the past is still ying ying.

Where do the double herons fly? Mu Pingting if you are interested. Suddenly I heard a sadness and joy on the river.

Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.

Huayang's poems are like flowers, and no one regrets them. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.

It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.

I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken.

If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.