A lyric poem about flowers.

1. What are some lyric poems? 1. There is nothing to go to the West Building, and the moon is like a hook. -"Meet You Huan"

2. If you succeed, why do you want to resign? You are willing to be a fairy. -"Chang 'an Ancient Meaning"

3, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -"From Thinking"

4. Never stop, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -"untitled"

5. It's parting. It's not just the general taste. -"Meet You Huan"

6, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -"The nearest flower, Liu Yong"

7, think of dragons, hate dragons, hate back. -"Sauvignon Blanc"

8. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. -"Jinse"

9. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's Farewell to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.

10, bloom can fold it straight, without waiting for it to be spent. -"Witch"

1 1, a red dew is fragrant and heartbreaking in vain. -"Qingpingdiaoci"

Although my body has no bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -"untitled"

13, how heartless is love? -"Xijiang Moon"

2. What are the classic poems that are lyrical by scenery? 1. The Leaking Jade Furnace Fragrance in the Tang Dynasty;

Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si.

The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Interpretation: Jade stove spits smoke, red candle drops tears, and swaying light and shadow reflects the sadness of gorgeous house. Her moth eyebrows have faded, her sideburns are messy, and she can't sleep at night, only her pillow is cold.

The buttonwood tree outside the window was wet by the cold rain in the middle of the night, whether she was sad for the departure in the room or not. Drop by drop, raindrops pounded the leaves of buttonwood and fell on the deserted stone steps until dawn.

2. Li Bai's Old Laoting in Tang Dynasty:

The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law.

Spring breeze will also want to leave the pain of parting, instead of urging this willow tree to turn green.

Interpretation: The saddest place in the world is this farewell pavilion. Spring breeze will also mean the pain of parting, rather than making the willow turn blue.

3. Wang Bo's Spring Village in the Tang Dynasty:

Lanyedao is in the mountains, and Liyuan is outside the city.

I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing.

Interpretation: In a quiet mountain forest, there is a path covered with orchid leaves by the roadside, and there is a garden for growing peaches and plums outside the city. It's just that the world is not peaceful and birds can't be heard singing.

4. Zhang Xian's "Thousand Years, Several Voices" Song Dynasty:

A few stingrays, and then report to Ren Fangfei for rest. Cherish the spring and break the red.

The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.

Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.

Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break.

The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.

Interpretation: A few cuckoos sing, reporting that the splendid spring will wither. Cherish spring people want to fold the broken flowers more. How can it be that the rain is gentle and the wind is fierce, just in time for the late spring when plums turn blue? Look at the willows in Yongfengfang, scattering catkins like snow all day in the deserted garden.

Don't pluck the strings of the pipa, because my deep sadness is hard to talk about. If there is love in the sky, it will never grow old and the true feelings will never die. Affectionate hearts are like those silk screens with Qian Qian's knots in the middle. Midnight is over, the east is not white, and there is a crescent moon.

5. Qing Nalan Xingde's "Meeting Huan and Touching the Remote Peak":

Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.

Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.

Interpretation: There is a touch of Wei Yun floating on the mountain peak in the distance, and the distant mountain in Wei Yun is like her eyebrow. My wife is lonely and sad, a red wax and a green silk quilt, letting the fragrance of agarwood sink and fall. But at this time, I was in the distance, stopped at Huangmao Wild Shop, and I was hunting in the west wind, feeling sad and late.

3. Poetry 1, lyrical by scenery, just for frowning, but for being tempted. ——amp； lt； Cut plums >

2, on the moon, the willow shoots, people are about after dusk. ——amp； lt； Raw tea dumplings >

3. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. ——amp； lt； Golden >

If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. Lyrics by borrowing scenery. ——amp； lt； Queqiaoxian >

5, life is born infatuated, this hate has nothing to do with romantic. ——amp； lt； Yulouchun >

6. How much trouble can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. ——amp； lt； Young mermaid >

7, the past has become empty, still like a dream. ——amp； lt； Midnight song >

8, this time, what a sad sentence. ——amp； lt； Slow voice >

9. If you succeed, why do you want to resign? You are willing to be a fairy. ——amp； lt； Chang' an ancient meaning >

10, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. ——amp； lt； Lisi >

1 1. I want to know you, and I will live long. Lyrics by borrowing scenery. ——amp； lt； Business association >

12, ten years of life and death, unforgettable. ——amp； lt； Jiangchengzi >

13, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn. ——amp； lt； Second farewell >

14, affectionate since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up. ——amp； lt； Flower moon mark >

15, flowers from Shui Piao, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. ——amp； lt； Ximei >

4. Landscape Poetry > In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old. Meng Haoran's "Sleeping at Jiande", my boat is moving forward in the fog, the days are getting shorter and the memories of the old days begin. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

The rain bell is cold and sad, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. Untitled Li Shangyin's time was far before I met her, but even longer after we parted, the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed.

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! . In the autumn night, Tang, who lives in the mountains, looks embarrassed looking around for air.

Lonely smoke worries about the setting sun, and big trees hate the west wind. The silence of the mountains and the sound of firewood reveal the coldness and poverty.

At this time, foreign affairs, humor, several people use Wisteria Falls Author: Zong Pu I can't help but stop. I have never seen such a blooming vine. I saw a brilliant lavender, falling from the sky like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. It's just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing.

On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. A closer look shows that it is the brightest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun.

Spring has faded here, and there are no people enjoying flowers and no butterflies around bees. Some are sparkling and blooming vines on this tree.

Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively! "I have blossomed!" They are laughing. "I have blossomed!" They shouted.

Every ear of flowers blooms above and waits for release below. The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud.

Every blooming flower is like a small full sail with a sharp bottom. The cabin is bulging, like a smile that can't help laughing, and it is about to open.

What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one. But I didn't pick it.

I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart.

Flowing, taking away the anxiety and sadness that have been pressing on my heart these years. This is a secret about life and death and brotherhood. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only peace of mind and happiness of life.

In addition to the brilliance, there is a faint fragrance here. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were never sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something.

Later, even the sparse flower clusters disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted.

At that time, it was said that there was an inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption. I once thought regretfully: There are no vines here.

After so many years, the vines have blossomed again, and they are so prosperous and dense. Purple waterfalls cover the thick branches of the disc, flowing and flowing to people's hearts. Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless.

I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.

In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace. 1May 6, 982 I'm quite upset these days.

Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming cotton songs vaguely.

I put on my big shirt and walked out the door. Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road.

This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush.

On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary.

It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back.

This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone.

Just like tonight, under the boundless moon, a person can think of anything and think of nothing, and feel that he is a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now.

This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance. On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian.

The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the sky.

The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant.

The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the veins, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond.

Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique.

Moonlight shines through the bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. Tang Zhong.

5. What ancient poems are lyrical by scenery? 1. Qinyuan Spring Snow

Modern: Mao Zedong

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

2. Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn

Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

3. Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems V

Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

4. Drink four bright moons alone (I)

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

5. gold

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

First, borrow things to express feelings.

1. Introduction

A writing method that describes things to express thoughts and feelings. Using the method of expressing emotion by borrowing things, the key is to find out the characteristics of things and the places where their feelings evoke * * *, so as to achieve the unity of things and feelings and to rely on them.

2. Features

Expressing emotion by borrowing things requires us to put our feelings in love and hate when describing things, and to express our feelings implicitly by borrowing the images of things. Goal: Pay more attention to the things around you and observe life from multiple angles. Good at capturing physical characteristics and trying to express ideas creatively. Use a variety of techniques to describe things, or introduce things, or use things to describe people, or recite things to express feelings, or use things to remember things from multiple angles to train, and constantly improve the writing level.

3。 Main points of use

Describing things should be closely related to changes in personnel, honor and disgrace, life and death, etc. Every grass, tree, brick and stone is filled with the joys and sorrows of the characters everywhere. Although it is only a description of things, every word is full of real and moving emotions.

Second, sentences related to emotions.

1. In this turbulent age of Witt, any tiny emotion between the opposite sex may set off a storm in a teenager's heart! -"Ordinary World"

2. Love can make people stupid, no matter what kind of love. The mood is ridiculous. Once you give your feelings to someone, you are stupid. -"Be Jane"

I quietly gave you my tenderest feelings between the lines.

If we don't travel around the world, we don't know what our spiritual and emotional sustenance is, but once we go to the world, we find that we can never go back to that beautiful place. When we start looking, we have lost it, but we don't start looking, and we simply can't know how precious everything around us is. -"The Little Prince"

5. Therefore, history is suspicious. Following different emotions, history is inherently uncertain. -Shi Tiesheng

6. Cooking is emotional warming, sweet and sour is emotional sweetness, and cooking is not a kind of tenderness. -Wang Han

6. What are the poems that are lyrical by scenery? 1. There is nothing to go to the West Building, and the moon is like a hook.

-"Hui Huan" 2. Why do you die if you succeed? You are willing to be a fairy. -"Chang 'an Ancient Meaning" 3. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

-"From Thinking" 4. The desire for love, even the bright flame of love, is there only ashes? . -Untitled 5. It's parting.

It's not just the general taste. -"Hui Huan" 6. The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it.

-"Dead Hua Lian Liu Yong" 7, thinking about dragons, hating dragons, hating me. -"Sauvignon Blanc" 8. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

-"Jinse" 9. Autumn geese escort Changfeng. I face them from this villa and drink my wine. -Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa" 10, bloom can be folded straight, so don't wait for no flowers.

-"Golden Witch Clothes" 1 1, a piece of red dew and a fragrance, Yunshan heartbroken. -"Qingpingdiaoci" 12 Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

-"Untitled" 13, how can we be ruthless if we are there or not? -"Xijiang Moon".

7. The significance of borrowing scenery to express emotion in ancient poems:

Lyricism by borrowing scenery is different from lyricism by supporting things. It means that the author describes the objective scenery with strong subjective feelings, puts the feelings he wants to express and the feelings he knows in this scene, and expresses them by describing this scene and this thing. This lyric way is called borrowing scenery or borrowing things to express feelings. Expressing emotions through scenery is a writing technique. It is characterized by "the scene gives birth to feelings, and the feelings give birth to the scene", which blends the scenes and is seamless. In the article, only scenery is written, not direct lyric, and emotional expression is replaced by scenery description, which is what Wang Guowei said: "All scenery words are emotional words."

For example, Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the power flows on the clear spring stone.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.