Minimalist photographic poetry

Love and life are two major themes of literature. I wonder if the landlord can refine it.

1, The Book of Songs shows the purity of communication between men and women at the beginning of the perfection of the ritual system in the Zhou Dynasty from a literary point of view, showing the respect for human life ontology and the strong pursuit of individual value, leaving an emotional brilliance for the ancient culture of China.

Love is a unique feeling of human beings, a spontaneous and involuntary emotional impulse, and an individual's self-choice. The love poems in The Book of Songs are warm, romantic, fresh and pure, which are the communication of hearts and the collision of feelings. Zheng Yan is one of them. This poem is about the gathering of men and women on the tenth day of the third lunar month in Zheng. In the spring of March, the earth warms up, the sun is shining and flowers are blooming. Many men and women gather in Surabaya, Qinshui, praying for a happy marriage. A couple holding vanilla walked through the bustling crowd, feeling the breath of spring and enjoying the sweetness of love. As they walked, they teased each other and gave each other peonies to make up for their feelings.

This poem is like a happy flowing music, naive and free. According to the feudal guardian's point of view, Qin Yan's whole story is a word that confuses men, but it is actually a "lewd voice". But from today's perspective, this so-called "obscenity" bound by Confucianism and Taoism is just a natural human nature, a vivid expression of life and a real meaning. It symbolizes harmony, freedom and equality, and exudes a pleasant and naive atmosphere.

Taifeng Jingnv vividly depicts the innocent and funny scenes of young men and women together at that time. A deliberate ridicule, a pun, its cheerful personality, deep feelings, cheerful mood, vividly on the paper. Feng Wei papaya, Zheng Feng? "Xi" has obvious color of male and female parties. One is to make vows to each other to show affection, and the other is to invite songs to sing in pairs to show their hearts.

It should be said that such love poems in The Book of Songs show us a beautiful emotional world of human beings. There is no secular prejudice, only the emotional expression of individual life instinct. This kind of pure, natural and romantic equal love is incomparable to the affectation of love poems after the Han Dynasty. This romantic and beautiful love, like Shan Ye's invincible flower, is full of wildness, but it is like the air that nourishes life, edifying life and feelings and shaping the spirit of life.

According to the logic of life, the love poems in The Book of Songs highlight the young men and women's desire to restore the original structure of life and the meaning of life. Nan Zhou Guanju is a passionate and touching love song. A man fell in love with a beautiful girl. When he woke up, he couldn't forget it in his dream, but he couldn't catch up. Facing the long river and the floating shepherd's purse, the beautiful figure of the girl flashed before his eyes from time to time, which added to his pain and led to hallucinations, as if he and the girl had formed a couple and enjoyed a harmonious and happy marriage together.

Acacia in the poem is frank and heroic: "My Fair Lady, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want. Long, tossing and turning. " The poet made no secret of his feelings and wishes. This strong feeling and bold confession is the natural expression of life desire and natural instinct.

"Zhao Nan? There are plums, which are the girls' emotional singing when picking plums, revealing their ardent desire to cherish youth and yearn for love. Zheng Feng Wan Shang is a love poem with sexual possession as its sole purpose. With an open attempt to satisfy sexual desire, the hostess simply and directly asked the man she loved to meet with herself. " I am a child, and thousands of businesses are involved in Qin. If you stop thinking about me, won't someone else come to me? So is the madness of crazy children! "The girl dared to remind each other," If you think of me, you will be involved. ".If my son doesn't think of me, is it impossible for others, but it must be on my son? The first chapter of Nan Zhou Rufen expresses a person's sexual thirst from generation to generation, and publicly expresses the intention of "I want to find a spouse", which shows the unique high humanistic care in The Book of Songs. The straightforward and bold connotation is actually the respect for one's life requirements and the pursuit of spiritual integrity of one's life.

The love described in The Book of Songs is a true eulogy of pure and beautiful human feelings, which is not bound by the concept of propriety, righteousness and chastity, and is not mixed with any secular and utilitarian considerations. "Zheng Fengye Creep" describes the unexpected joy of a man and a woman: originally two strangers, just attracted by temperament and image, naturally came together. The factors contributing to their combination are simple and direct. The only thing that makes them overlap in life is their emotional intuition about beauty and a thrilling feeling of "sublime and elegant", which proves that the desire for the opposite sex is the pursuit of the true meaning of human nature in life. This desire not only disintegrates and dispels all secular distractions, but also turns the "encounter" between the two sexes into spiritual unity.

The Book of Songs is the only classic of love literature in China that has got rid of powder and vulgarity. The love poems in The Book of Songs, as a true record of the free life experience of national youth, show to later generations that to get rid of the bondage of "inhumanity" and return to the true realm of human beings, we must win the freedom of the subject spirit, which is the root of the immortal cultural value of this ancient classic.

2. Love poems of Han Yuefu: thinking, but in Hainan. Why ask Yi-jun? The double beads are tortoiseshell, and the jade color is dazzling. Then I heard that you changed your mind, and I broke my hair hairpin in anger. When the wind blows, it will be destroyed and burned. From now on, don't miss each other again. Acacia and junjue. I'm determined to break up with you, but I think of the sweetness when we first met, and I'm afraid. The autumn wind blows the morning wind, and the East will know in an instant.

3, Chu Ci: Shan Gui ("The Book of Songs and Nine Songs") If someone is a mountain, it must be led by Xue Yuxi; Laughing is awkward and decent, and children are eager to be kind and gentle; Take the red leopard from the text, and the Xinyi car will be noble; Being brought to Du Heng by Shi Lan Xi, I lost my mind; The rest of the place can't see the sky, and the road can't be immune; Table independence and Yamanoe, cloud full capacity; It's dark, foggy, the east wind is falling, and the gods are raining; Stay in practice and forget to return. At the age of 20, you are embarrassed and grateful. Take three shows in the mountains, and the stone is Ge Manman; Complaining that my son forgot to return it, you think I can't be idle; People in the mountains are fragrant with Du Ruoxiang and drink pine and cypress in Yanquan; You think I am suspicious; Thunder fills the rain, and the mouth of the cave rings at night; The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried.

4. Han Yuefu's poems

Evil (Han Yuefu folk songs) evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!

Peacock flies southeast (I don't need to say this, it is in middle school textbooks, and it is the longest love poem in ancient China)

5. The Tang poetry looks at the moon and thinks far (Zhang Tang is nine years old)

The moon, now round at sea, illuminates the whole heaven and brings long-term consideration to the separated hearts.

Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get darker, although I put on my coat, it didn't get warmer, so I left my message to the moon and turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.

Moonlight on the Spring River (Zhang Tang Xu Ruo)

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea. I drifted thousands of miles,

Where there is no moonlight by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is nothing in the river,

Lonely moon wheel in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats,

But see the Yangtze River send water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Upstairs is poor, wandering around the moon,

You should take the photo away from the dresser. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies too long,

Fish and dragons jumped into the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. Oblique moon hides sea fog,

Jieshi Xiaoxiang Infinite Road. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Zhi Zhu Ci (Yuxi, Liu Tang)

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

Jinse (Don Li Shangyin)

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each one has a flower-like string. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. A moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously.

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You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. I cry for you and leave forever. I can't wake up yet.

I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found that the ink was too light blue to burn your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern embroidered with hibiscus musk.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, it has been longer. The east wind has started, flowers have withered, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

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The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Another poem is worth mentioning: Song of Eternal Sorrow, a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, describes the love story between Tang Huangming and Yang Guifei.

6. Words:

Yinghuan (Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty)

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

Langtaosha Order (Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty)

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Wu Yeti (Southern Tang Li Yu)

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Queqiaoxian (Qin Song Pass)

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Yu Linling (Song Liu Yong)

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Feng (Song)

It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. 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.

Yu Anyuan (Song Xin Qi Ji)

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. 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.

Jiangchengzi (Qin Song Pass)

Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.

Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.

Operator (Song Li Zhiyi)

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, drinking the water from the Yangtze River.

The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Maibeitang (Jin Yuan Wen Hao)

What is love in the world? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have something to say. There are clouds in Wan Li and snow in Qian Shan. Who are you going to shadow?

Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

Su Muzhe (Song Fan Zhongyan)

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

Jiang (Dongpo)

Ten years of life and death are two 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 expected that heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills.

Drunk flowers (Song Qingzhao)

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Chemei (Song Qingzhao)

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Night tour palace

Zhou Bangyan (Song)

The setting sun under the leaves shines on the water, rolling light waves and sinking thousands of miles.

The sour wind on the bridge hits the eyes.

Standing for a long time, watching the dusk and lighting up the city.

At the bottom of the cold window of the ancient house, listen to a few pieces, and the well is flying.

Don't fall in love with single.

Who knows? For Xiao Niang, a book is a piece of paper.

Endless desire

Bai Juyi

Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow,

Flowing to the ancient ferry in Guazhou,

Wu Shan is a little sad.

Think long and hate long,

I hated it until I came back,

Yueming people lean on the building.