Ten of Li Yu's most famous poems

Li Yu 10 classic poems are touching and deeply grieved;

First, "young beauty"

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Appreciation: When will the year end? Who knows how many things will be left! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night? The carved jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like endless surging spring water rolling east. This word depicts a strong yearning for the motherland and achieves an artistic effect that makes the gods cry.

Second, "Meet You Huan"

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

Appreciation: silence, loneliness, loneliness, slowly climb the empty west building. Looking up at the sky, there is only one bend in Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the buttonwood tree standing alone in the courtyard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. It is the pain of national subjugation that keeps cutting, confusing and confusing. That long sadness, wrapped around my heart, is another kind of unspeakable pain.

Li Yu's first poem is full of scenes and feelings. In the first movie, typical scenery is chosen to pave the way for the expression and rendering of feelings, while in the next movie, sincere feelings are expressed tactfully and implicitly through the metaphor of images. In addition, the sound change is used to achieve the unity of sound and emotion.

Third, "waves scouring the sand"

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Appreciation: It's raining on the curtain, and the rich spring scenery will fade. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only in dreams can we forget that we are a traveler and enjoy movies. A person, leaning against the railing of a tall building, looking at the distance and remembering the infinite mountains and rivers he had in the past, will feel infinite sadness. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like a lost river, the past, like a fallen red flower, has gone with spring. Compared with the past, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground. This word is deep and sad, revealing Li Yu's endless yearning for his native land, which can be said to be a tactfully sad elegy.

Fourth, "Meet You Huan"

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Appreciation: it's only a few days since the safflower in the forest withered. It's really too soon. There is nothing to do. How can flowers endure the destruction of cold and rain day and night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on a beauty's cheek, with tears. Flowers and flower lovers are infatuated with each other. When can we meet again? There are too many things to complain about in life, just like the river that died in the east, endless and endless.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) Sauvignon Blanc

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Appreciation: The mountains are heavy and overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are as red as maple leaves. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shone on the curtains and drifted away with the wind.

Six, "Linjiang Xian"

In spring, cherry blossoms bloom and golden butterflies fly. Sub-rules crow at the west of the small building, with jade hooks and curtains, and melancholy dusk smoke hangs down.

Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant and idle, and the phoenix is empty. In retrospect, I hate Yiyi.

Appreciation: All the cherries have fallen and gone with the spring, and the ignorant butterfly is still having fun. Du Yu transformed Zigui, building west, weeping blood every night. Leaning against the jade hook in the window, looking at the curtain smoke with melancholy. After nightfall, the alley was silent, and people dispersed in succession, sadly facing the downturn of tobacco. The cigarettes in the stove and the pillows are decorated with phoenixes. However, seeing her sad face and holding a ribbon in her hand makes people look back and hate each other.

Seven,' Qingping Music'

Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.

Appreciation: After I left, the spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes is so sad. The plum that fell on the steps was messy like flying snow, so it was blown away and floated again. Hongyan has flown back, but there is no news. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it's hard to form a dream of going back. The sadness of parting is like the weeds in spring, drifting away. But still lush.

Eight, "young beauty"

The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a crescent moon.

The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. The candle is bright and fragrant, the painting hall is deep, and the temples are covered with green frost and snow.

Appreciation: The spring breeze is blowing back again, the weeds in the yard turn green, and the willows grow tender leaves, which continue to come to the world every spring. Leaning against the railing alone, I didn't say anything for a long time. The flute and the rising moon are similar to those in previous years.

The music is not over, the banquet is not over, it continues, and the ice surface of the pool begins to open. Late at night, the magnificent and exquisite imperial room became deep. I am old and troubled.

Nine, "Crying at Night"

It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.

The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

Appreciation: It was stormy last night. The curtain covering the window was rustled by the autumn wind, and the annoying storm outside the window rang all night. There are few candles left, and the water in the pot leaks out. I kept getting up and leaning back on the pillow. Lying down and sitting up, my mind can't be stable. Everything in the world, like running water, is gone forever. When I think about my life, it's like having a big dream. The glory of the past is gone forever The road leading to the hometown of leading a drunken life and dreaming of death is smooth and there is no sorrow. You can go there often, but there is no place to go when you wake up.

X, "broken array"

Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. How many times did you know each other because of a fight?

Once classified as ministers, Shen Yao and Pan were killed. On the day when he resigned from the temple in a hurry, Jiao Fang still played farewell songs and cried for Gong E. ..

Appreciation: Southern Tang Dynasty has a history of 40 years and a vast territory. The palace is tall and majestic, reaching the sky. The precious flowers and trees in the palace are lush, just like a female radish shrouded in smoke. In this luxurious life, where did I know there was such a thing as war? Ever since I became a prisoner, I have lived in the torment of worry and pain, with a thin waist and gray hair. What I remember most clearly is that when I left the ancestral hall in a hurry, the musicians in the court also played a farewell song. Where are you going? This situation makes me very sad. I can only face the cries of the ladies-in-waiting.

Li Yu made no secret of his pain, and wrote his life feelings clearly, without affectation, affectation, simplicity, and low ideological sentiment and artistic value. Southern Tang Dynasty was once prosperous. Forty years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the territory is 3,000 miles, and the pavilions and courtyards where the people live are soaring. This prosperous land has experienced several wars. "How many times have you met?" How much regret and regret I have expressed. One day, the country will perish, people will be thin and old, especially on the day when we bid farewell to our ancestors. In their hurry, they happened to hear parting music playing in the teaching workshop, which added to their sadness. They couldn't help crying in front of the maids.