On Bi's Poems and Their Significance

The poem about Bi is 1. Lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun, and lotus leaves are beautiful in the next day. about

In the early spring (Tang Dynasty), the rain in Hanyu Tianjie was crisp, and the grass was far and near, but not seen. The most important thing is spring, which is better than the willow trees in the city. In the spring (Song Dynasty), Zhu Yutian went to the seaside to explore, and the boundless scene was new for a while. When you are free, you know the east wind, and it is often spring. In the Spring Festival Evening (Song), no one asked Cao about the flowers outside the right door, and the green Ran Ran was all over the world. Lin Ying listens to frogs in the grass pond alone. In summer (Song Dynasty), the water in the duck pond is shallow, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when it is mature. The east garden is full of wine, the west garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are all picked. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that when Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang (Song) at four o'clock in June. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinite, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. On June 27th, Su Shi was drunk at Wanghu Building (Song Dynasty). Bai Yu jumped into the boat. The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it. Autumn Ci (Tang) Liu Yuxi has been sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky, cranes row clouds and lead to poetry. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind and wanted to write a book. He is in a hurry, pedestrians are in Kaifeng. He watched the moon for fifteen nights and sent Du Langzhong. Plum blossoms will not bloom in winter (tomorrow) before Kang Haiyun freezes the snow. There are flowing bridges, temples and huts. On the snowy (Tang) night, Bai Juyi was shocked by the cold and saw the window bright. At night, he knew it was snowing heavily, and he heard the sound of bamboo. In winter, the countryside is lively (Song Dynasty), and Fan Chengda sails to see the snow-capped mountains are sunny, and it is even colder in windy and freezing nights. Sit down and listen. I didn't know the lake was frozen. Memories of ancient poems describing spring, Bai Juyi in the south of the Yangtze River is as red as fire at sunrise and the river is as green as blue in spring. In the middle of the month, the mountain temple heard Guizi, and the county pavilion pillow saw the tide. Qiantang River traveled to Jiating West in the north of Baijuyi Gushan Temple in spring, and the water level was low. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. I like a lake that doesn't face east. There is a white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. Chun Xue's Hanyu New Year has no fragrance, and grass buds can be seen in early February. Snow is too late for spring, just as flying flowers on the garden trees. In the early spring, the rain in Hanyu Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far from close. The most important benefit is that flowers and willows are everywhere in spring. In the late spring, the Han Yu grass tree is about to return, and all kinds of flowers and plants are competing for each other. Huayang Hubbard has no talent but has a solution. Birds are singing everywhere around me, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. The ancient poem describing summer is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. (Bai Juyi: Look at the harvested wheat) 2. I live in the city, and the summer is still beautiful. (Li Shangyin: (Sun Yat-sen)) 3. Early summer is still clear, and the grass does not rest. I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: The Great Fever) 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda:)> Bao Zhao Qiu Lan, an ancient poem describing autumn in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, turned green in the evening. The wind gradually died down. I thought of curtains. I was shocked by the dust on this beam. The gloomy scenery may last for a long time. Rich scenery will be destroyed. Why did it suddenly become a spirit? I saw the parting person for a while. I climbed into Du Fu's wide sky in the gale, the ape was sobbing, and I swallowed back Zhu Qingshabai. Leaves fall like a waterfall, and I watch the long river roll forward. I have walked three thousand miles. This autumn is sad, a hundred years of sorrow, climbing this high alone, bad luck and frost, and the new pavilion is down and out. I went to climb the mountain. The parking lot loves Fenglin late, and the frosty leaves are red in February. The ancient poem describing winter is 1. Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. 2. Sprinkle salt in the air, catkins are like the wind-Xie Jin's snow poem. 3. Blowing down XuanYuanTai one after another-Tang Libai's "Great Northern Wilderness 4". There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue ...-Jiang Xue 5 by Liu Tang Zongyuan. Who cut and carved the flat ground into this flat smallpox?

2. The poem "Jasper as high as a tree" is "Jasper"

Use "Jasper" to describe the green crystal of willow and highlight its beautiful color. In this passage, He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow" and Tang Hezhang's "Jasper" are all made of evergreen silk tapestries and hung down from a tree. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Note (1) Willow: willow, deciduous tree or shrub with long and narrow leaves. There are many kinds. This poem describes weeping willows. (2) Jasper: emerald green jade. It is used here to describe the bright green willow leaves in spring. (3) make-up: decorate and dress up. (4) One tree: full of trees. One, complete and thorough. In China's classical poems and articles, quantifiers do not necessarily indicate exact numbers when used. The word "Wan" in the next sentence, 5) Brocade: a rope made of silk. Silk tapestry: willow trees like ribbons. [6] cutting: cutting, dividing an object into several parts with a knife or scissors. February: the second month of the lunar calendar, that is, the early spring season. Like: like, like, like that Jasper is made into a towering tree. Blowing your face is not cold. Liu Feng: The spring rain when the flowers are blooming wets my clothes like fog, and the spring breeze of soft willows blows gently on my face without a trace of cold clothes. The first sentence "Jasper adorns trees" is to write the whole, saying that sorghum adorns jasper. Use "Jasper" to describe the green crystal of willow and highlight its beautiful color. The second sentence, "A tapestry of ten thousand wisps of moss", is about willow branches, saying that they are hung with brushes. Highlight its femininity. The third sentence "I don't know who cut the thin leaves" is to write about willow leaves, highlighting the delicate and delicate morphological beauty of willow leaves. The three poems are divided into different parts of the willow, and each sentence has its own characteristics. The third sentence and the fourth sentence constitute rhetorical questions. "I wonder who cut the thin leaves?" -ask yourself; "The spring breeze in February is like scissors." -Answer it yourself. This question and answer is a clever transition from willow to spring breeze. It is said that cutting these delicate willow leaves can certainly cut out bright green flowers and plants. It symbolizes the vitality of nature and the creativity of spring. This poem eulogizes the infinite creativity of spring by praising the willow tree.

3. What are the poems that finish writing?

The water wave is like an illusion, and there is a moon shadow in it. Make a violet, want to scoop up a plate of jade, and hold the moon to reflect the lotus in the air.

Although the mountain is getting dark, I don't feel any change. In the darkness of autumn, a few solitary sails fall far behind the green hills, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Every family watches the autumn moon, and every family wears HongLing. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

The grass is blue, blooming all over the south, and the autumn rain is a rainbow. The mountains depend on the clear sky to return to the rainbow, and the smoke from the back window washes under the blue screen window. The sound of chess is shocking, and the mirror is sad. Outside the wild goose in Kyushu, the wind and rain are dangerous. All the flowers in the backyard are gone, and the spring grass is green.

There are four rocks in the east and west, and rock flowers hang out. Yun Lan is impatient, and egrets have strong spirits.

The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The spring water is bluer than the sky, and the painting boat sleeps in the sky under the rain. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors. The duck is lonely, and the jade head falls obliquely.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he failed. He couldn't find the person he was looking for anywhere. The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The west wind withered the green trees last night.

A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.

My humble opinion of Jonsha is that the blue stream is pale. Strangers for no reason met with strong winds, which made Yuanyang splash.

High mountains, how blue. The mountains in Zhangye are so beautiful.

The green trees and Yao trees in Kunlun Mountain are in the north. The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.

4. Write a poem about color. Write six sentences in colors, namely "red, yellow, blue, white, black, blue, purple and green"

When will the bright moon shine on me in Jiang Nanan (Wang Anshi boating in Guazhou)? You know, it should be green, fat, red and thin! (Li Qingzhao's dream) A red fragrance, the clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbroken (Li Bai's Qingpingdiao), the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the different colors of the sun (Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple Xiao Song Lin Zifang). Pear core thief for three minutes, borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul (a dream of red mansions, Lin Daiyu fu), green wax is still in spring, red makeup on the night. The golden light shines on the sun (Li He's trail and clouds are all black, and the river boat is full of fire. Looking at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy (Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night), but I can't see how cute Gao Tingming's mirror lock is. Although it is dark in the morning, it turns to snow at night (Li Bai's Into the Wine), red crisp hands, rattan wine and willow on the palace wall in spring (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix). The riverside is as green as blue (Bai Juyi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River), two orioles sing green willows, a line of egrets go up to the sky (Du Fu's quatrains), blue and white birds burn on the river (Du Fu's quatrains), thousands of birds sing green and reflect red, and the flag of the water village and mountain is over 1997 (Du Mu's quatrains on the south of the Yangtze River love the east lake. There was a red commotion in the quiet stove (a suggestion from Bai Juyi to my friend Liu), and one of Li Yuan's disciples and the eunuch carefully rowed in her pepper yard; (Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow) Rizhao incense burner is full of purple smoke. Looking at the Qianchuan Waterfall from afar (Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall"), the red star is full of purple smoke (Li Bai's "Song of Autumn Pu"). You must remember the good scenery in a year, especially when it is orange and green. (Su Shi's winter scene