High score and urgent need to write quiet ancient poems in voice
Category: Art gt; gt; Poetry and Songs
Problem description:
Like "The bright moon leaves the branches and the sparrows are frightened".
Analysis:
The forest becomes quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountains become more secluded with the singing of birds
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
How about this sentence?
"The more quiet the noisy cicada forest is, the more secluded the bird singing mountain is."
The quieter the noisy cicada forest is, the more secluded the bird singing mountain is. ——Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek"
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the deep streams. ——Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes. ——Chang Jian's "Zenyuan behind Poshan Temple"
Amidst the sound of dogs barking and water, peach blossoms are thick with rain. Deer are seen when the trees are deep, and no bells are heard in the stream at noon. ——Li Bai "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist Priests but Not Meeting"
The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. ——Jia Dao's "I don't know"
Birds stay in the trees by the pond, and monks knock on the door under the moon
For example, Wang Mian's "White Plum" in the Yuan Dynasty: wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrance. Suddenly, a breeze blew up overnight, spreading the wind across the universe.
For example, in "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liu Farewell", "The rooftop is 18,000 feet long, and I want to fall to the southeast."
In "Pipa Xing", it is written that the moon in the river "is the only one" "See the white moon in the middle of the river in autumn", "the vast river is soaked in the moon when we say goodbye"
In "Xiangjixuan Zhi", "everything is alive" is used to contrast "the courtyard steps are silent".
For example, Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
"Birds in the Stream" "People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the birds, and they are singing in the spring stream."
For example, Du Fu's "Quatrains": two An oriole sings in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream" "The forest becomes quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountain becomes more secluded with the singing of birds."
Jiang Jie's "Poppy Lady Listening to the Rain":
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The young man was listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and every step of the way is dripping until dawn
The noisy forest becomes quieter, and the birdsong mountain becomes more secluded
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
A snowy night in Bai Juyi
I was surprised to see the coldness of my quilt and the bright window again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Entering Ruoye River Wang Ji
How common is the boat, the water is empty and long.
The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
This is a place where I have been thinking about it for many years.
Entering the Ruoye River Cui Hao
The boat has arrived at the cloud forest.
Sitting among the fish and birds, shaking the shadows of the mountains and rivers.
The sound in the rock answers itself, and the words in the stream are quiet.
Everything is so quiet, stop and look at the remaining scenery.
Staying at Furong Mountain in the Snow Liu Changqing
At dusk the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
Xiaofa Zhao Gu
It is advisable to start the trip early, as Kuangfu is returning south.
The shadow of the moon rims the mountains, and the sound of bells is faint across the lake.
The remaining stars and fireflies are shining, and the fallen leaves and birds are flying in fright.
Going across Nanzhu, the trees are deep and the people are sparse.
Staying at the foot of the mountain Bai Juyi
Staying alone at the foot of the mountain, walking quietly towards the middle of the moon.
Wherever there are clay pots by the waterside, there is the sound of pounding mica at night.
Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji
When the moon falls and the birds cry, the sky is filled with frost, and the river maple, fishing fire, and melancholy sleep.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Staying in Luo's Pavilion to cherish Cui Yong, Cui Gun and Li Shangyin
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated from the city.
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
Mooring in Qinhuai Du Mu
Smoke cages, cold water, moon cages in the sand, mooring in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.
The merchant girl did not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sang *** flowers across the river.
Hope in the Heart Zhu Changwen
The dragon carries the rain out of the cave, and the bird flies with fragrance from the flowers.
The bright moon can be seen where the white clouds are broken, and the yellow leaves can be heard pounding clothes when they fall.
Title: Li Ning lives in seclusion in Jia Island
Living idle with few neighbors, the grass path leads into the deserted garden.
The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon.
Crossing the bridge changes the colors of the field, and moves the rocks and clouds.
I have been away for a while and come back here, and I will live up to my promise.
Birdsong Stream Wang Wei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
Staying in a Farmhouse in Early Autumn, Cao Ye
The grass in the stream is sparse and the fireflies are shining, and the moon is bright and the maple trees are long.
The calves in Nancun are making urgent noises at night. It should be because there is new frost on the fence.
Miscellaneous Songs and Lyrics · No. 1 in Entering Po
Qianmen is dawning tonight, and the sky is clearing thousands of miles away, and the imperial capital is clear.
The dazzling stars are shining in the autumn colors, and the frosty bells are ringing.
Sushan Temple Xiang Si
The chestnut leaves are heavy and green, and there are few people talking on the stream at dusk.
A guest from Yueming Ancient Temple arrived for the first time, but the elegant and idle monk did not return.
The mountain fruits fall off due to heavy frost, and the water phoenix flies through the bamboo without stopping.
How long can I sleep in the middle of the night, and I am urged to get dressed by the sound of bells.
Boating by Wu Shanghao
The body is chasing smoke and waves, and the soul is frightened. The sail on the Mulan boat is light.
There is a temple somewhere in the clouds. When I was sleeping at the bottom of the mountain, I heard the sound of chimes.
Night mooring in Hengtang by Shi Zongwei
Occasionally, I was watching the mountains coming out, and the lone boat heading towards the evening pavilion.
The wild plums are white with water, and the smoke from fishing fires is green.
The remaining snow melts on the cold island, and the stars bathe in the spring pool.
Who plays the iron flute, and the clear sound pierces the sky?
Staying in the monk's dormitory of Ganlu Temple Zeng Gongliang
The clouds in the pillow are close to thousands of peaks, and the sound of pine trees under the bed is mournful.
If you want to see Yinshan Mountain and waves in the sky, open the window and put it into the river.
Xijiang Moon Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night by Xin Qiji
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Spring in the Jade House by Xu Zhao
There is no light in the moonlight as fireflies fly. The waves do not shake the shadow of the building.
Every time I feel sorry for the crying marks of fans, I am too lazy to look at the handwriting on old books.
Smell the drops of dry lotus when the dew is heavy. If your dream doesn't come, who can stop you?
I am not afraid of Zhejiang wind, I can fly away and come back in a flash.
Qing Ping Le Shi Xiaoyou
Ji Guang shook his eyes. The suburbs are green in spring.
The residual snow piles on the branches and piles of rotten jade. I can hear the foliage growing among the branches.
The skinny vines walk on the smooth sand. When drunk, he slanted for a moment.
The setting sun sings several birds, and the fragrant breeze fills the road with plum blossoms.
Jiangsu Tang Xianzu
In the autumn of Jili, there are few fishing fires on the river, and I can see the waning moon reflected in the forest.
The shimmering waterbirds are still in shock, and the fireflies are wet with cold dew and cannot fly.
Didn’t you write it yourself?
What I write is a combination of movement and stillness, with a personal style and absolutely original!
Flowers fall in love with butterflies
Flowers fall in love with the breeze, and the breeze and dew moisten and dye the world!
Butterflies dance in the breeze, their clear shadows follow the wind, the wind sways the shadows of flowers, and their shadows move together!
It’s so bright, the flowers bloom as scheduled, we meet each other after breaking out of the cocoon, and we are so free!
We met as expected, fell in love as planned, and will never be forgotten, flowers are in love with butterflies!