Metaphoring people with things: poetry

Zhou Dunyi's "Love Lotus" is "Love Lotus is not dirty, clear and not demon"

(using lotus as a metaphor)

Lu You's "Bu Operator-Yongmei"

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

(plum blossom's self-metaphor)

Luo's "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada"

Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell.

There is no shadow on the temple, which can break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.

Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .

(using cicada as a metaphor)

Yu Qian's Lyrics of Lime

Thousands of mountains are tempered,

When the fire started, it was idle.

I'm not afraid of fractures,

Leave your innocence in the world.

(using lime as a metaphor)

Mo Mei in Wang Mian

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) "Bamboo Stone"

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

(using bamboo as a metaphor)

Luo Yin's Bees

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

(Bee's self-metaphor)

Zheng Sixiao's Chrysanthemum

Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.

(using chrysanthemums as a metaphor)

Wang Xue's orchid

I love orchids and exotic flowers, but I don't like the color of Chunyang.

The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one can smell it.

(Blue is a lofty metaphor)

If the grass is blue, if the wood is loose. Orchids are fragrant and calm, and the cold does not change. (Elam is a metaphor for people)