The Seven Principles of Long Xia Poetry

The seven laws of Chang Xia's poetry are as follows:

1, I lived in Wangchuan after a heavy rain.

Wang Wei

There is rain in the forest, and there is smoke from cooking. Steamed quinoa is used to cook millet and pay for winter seedlings.

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.

Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .

Appreciation: This poem depicts the beautiful and busy scene in Guanzhong Plain after the long summer rain stopped. The first four sentences describe the poet's seclusion. The poet described his quiet and quiet Zen life with the quiet and beautiful pastoral scenery of Wangchuan, and created a kind of artistic conception of harmony between things and me.

The whole poem is vivid and vivid, with a strong flavor of life, just like an elegant ink painting, fresh and clear, vivid, showing the poet's seclusion in the mountains and away from the secular leisure.

2. Long summer

Zhao youzhi

At four o'clock, the weather urged each other and the wind brought summer heat overnight.

Steamed wheat grows in acres and days, and the garden rain ripens yellow plum.

Ti Ying's spring has gone to sorrow, and recent love has gone back several times.

Sleeping in the south window, thinking tired, watching Huaiyin full pavilion.

Appreciation: The weather at four o'clock in spring, summer, autumn and winter urges each other to alternate. Yesterday was still spring, and I didn't want the southeast wind to wash away the footsteps of summer overnight. Under the scorching sun, in the field, the green ears of wheat began to turn yellow slightly; After the new rain, the trees and attractive Huangmei in the garden exude fragrance.

When the leaves fall in spring, orioles crow on the branches, which seems to be full of sadness; Flowers wither and butterflies wander among them, like lingering hatred. Sleepy-eyed, leaning against the south window alone, feeling tired, looking at the locust tree and covering the pavilion, my heart flies to the sky.

3. Mountain Pavilion in Summer

Gaopian

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.

Appreciation: Poetry describing the summer scenery is similar to painting: the trees are dark, the balcony is reflected, and the pond is full of roses, forming a picture with bright colors and clear artistic conception. All this was described by the poet standing on the mountain pavilion.

Although there are no mountain pavilions and poets in the poem, when people appreciate this poem, they seem to see mountain pavilions and leisurely poets.