Poetry about burning manuscripts

1. The source or author of Mutu Burning Draft read Xin's Biography of Tang Caizi and Du Mu's Many before his death.

Burning articles ",I was surprised.

Du Mu was a great poet in the late Tang Dynasty, and his poems were ridiculed by people at that time.

Copy, very prestigious. His "Epang Palace Fu" and his poem "Mountain Walk",

Qingming, etc , still popular today. However, it is such a big one.

The writer, on his deathbed, specially wrote a life story of him.

More than 1000 poems have been re-examined, and those of poor quality have been eliminated.

Fired, leaving only more than 200 pieces handed down from generation to generation. Thanks to his nephew Pei Hanyan.

I like his poems. I have more than 200 manuscripts in my hand, which makes his works very safe.

Save 450 articles. Du Mu's burning manuscript is both regrettable and admirable.

Pei. With his unrestrained talent, most of his works went up in smoke in the fire.

Extinction is an eternal regret; Moreover, he is extremely talented and can be so serious.

You can't treat your own work without awe.

Du Mu reminds me of/kloc-the great Russian writer Nikolai Gogol in the 9th century. his

1 8 4 2 After the first novel "Dead Soul" came out, it shook.

The whole of Russia has received an unprecedented warm welcome. Then he started his first time.

The second part of writing. It took him a whole time from 1 8 4 2 to 1 8 5 2.

Ten years, after several major rewrites and numerous revisions, it is almost exhausted.

The second part of Dead Soul, which he devoted all his efforts and life, was finally finalized and copied.

But just before the manuscript was about to go to press, after fierce ideological struggle,

He felt that he could not send his dissatisfied works to publication, so he published them on 1 8.

1 1 On the night of February, 5 2, the whole manuscript was put into the burning fireplace.

In the face of a string of flames, he sobbed silently and wept bitterly.

Draw a cross on your chest slowly until a pile of manuscript paper is completely reduced to ashes. burn

Ten days after the manuscript was lost, Nikolai Gogol died. He died in Mo, where he often prayed.

It's in front of Scottsdale Church. Some people say that his last prayer to God is: Please.

God forgave him, and he didn't disgrace the sacred name "writer" at all.

In recent years, the publication of anthologies by Chinese writers has become quite popular. Senior writer

Out, middle-aged writers, young writers, three volumes, four volumes, five.

Many people have six or even seven or eight volumes. There are also writers.

How many volumes are published by this publishing house and that publishing house, with different titles?

The capacity is similar. It is a good thing for a writer to publish a collection of works, and he can not only focus on showing himself.

Our own creative achievements can also show the prosperity of our literature. Some works

His anthology is carefully compiled, and the collected works are readable, at least in his own right.

Call it a collection of fine products. But when reading some writers' works, I often read some articles.

You read it with relish, and some articles turn your stomach. One could have

With a wonderful collection of works, I just let some bad works included in it fail.

Poor taste; Like a beautiful woman, her face is left and her body is right.

A dirty stain, what a pity.

In view of this, I think it is best for a writer to give up what he loves when publishing a collection of works.

"Those works that are dissatisfied with themselves and of poor quality are ruthlessly eliminated.

And dedicate relatively excellent works to readers. Unfortunately, many people nowadays.

Writers are either too self-indulgent or feel too good about themselves, as long as they have something.

The publishing house is willing to send him a collection of essays, so it doesn't matter whether the food is good or not, just the food in the basket.

Bring everything in. In fact, this seems to be a loss of self-esteem for the writer himself.

But from Jane, for publishers and readers, spent something not worth spending.

Energy and financial resources.

2. Who knows the lyrics of the burnt version of Yue Opera? The excerpts from Yue Opera A Dream of Red Mansions and the Burning of Daiyu [4] Singing: Wang [3] Danyang Ping plays Lin Daiyu (color) in The Burning of Daiyu. I have been friends with poetry and calligraphy all my life, and I have formed a flesh-and-blood relationship with pen and ink.

I once remembered that Chrysanthemum Poetry won the first prize, and Begonia began to spell fresh; A new preface to the Bank of China in Yee Hong Courtyard, an old chapter in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. All my life's hard work has been written into words, but now my memory is not dead and the ink is not dry.

This poem doesn't want Yutang Golden Horse to climb high, but only hopes that he can meet a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers. Now that the bosom friend is dead, how can the poem be saved? ! Burning heartbroken articles! He once carried this poem with him, and he wiped away many old tears for me. Who knows that the poem didn't change people's hearts, but it's a pity that my heart turned into a false heart.

If I had known that human feelings were thinner than paper, I would have regretted leaving the poem until now. Since then, all kinds of kindness have disappeared, leaving only a bend in Leng Yue's poetic soul.

3. How does Dai Yu's burning manuscript reveal her inner world? Perhaps most people don't like Baoyu's amorous feelings and sympathize with Daiyu's sadness, so they simply think that "unfeeling" is the expression of Daiyu's rejection and resentment towards Baoyu. I think this is Dai Yu's attitude of giving up life, because she feels helpless and desperate about reality. The so-called "neat" refers not only to Daiyu herself, but to the first poem that embodies her spirit. On the other hand, she burned the manuscript and broke off her feelings, not to break with Baoyu, but to contain a kind of worry and sorrow for him. She is not the only one who has lost her lover. Since we are bosom friends, how could we not have anticipated his mood? Since marriage is hopeless and she is ill, she has no fear of death. Then, why do you want to leave her poems and beloved objects (three brocade pagodas engraved with poems) in the world, so that he can see things and think about people in the future and mourn every night?

Daiyu's poetry manuscript is her life's hard work, which is very important to her. It records her and Baoyu's dribs and drabs and carries her unforgettable love for Baoyu. Dai Yu's burning of the manuscript is a despair of love and a memorial to her dying life.

4. The source or author of Du Mu's burning manuscript read Xin's Biography of Tang Caizi and was surprised to read the sentence "What Du Mu did before his death".

Du Mu was a great poet in the late Tang Dynasty. His poems were ridiculed and copied by people at that time, and he was very famous. His "Epang Palace Fu" and his poems "Mountain Walk" and "Tomb-Sweeping Day" are still popular today.

However, it is such a great writer who deliberately re-examined more than 1000 poems written in his life when he was seriously ill and dying. Everything that was considered not high enough was burned, leaving only more than 200 poems handed down from generation to generation. Fortunately, his nephew Pei Hanyan likes his poems, and he has more than 200 manuscripts, so 450 of his works have been preserved.

Du Mu's burning manuscript is both regrettable and admirable. Unfortunately, most of his works were destroyed by fire with his unruly talent. With his extremely high talent, it is awe-inspiring to take his works so seriously.

Du Mu reminds me of/kloc-the great Russian writer Nikolai Gogol in the 9th century. 1 8 4 2 After the first novel "Dead Soul" came out, it shook the whole Russia and was warmly welcomed.

He immediately began to write a second book. From 1 8 4 2 to 1 8 5 2, it took him ten years, and after several major rewrites and numerous revisions, the second part of Dead Soul, which almost consumed his painstaking efforts and life, was finally finalized and copied.

But just before the manuscript was about to go to press, after fierce ideological struggle, he felt that he could not send his dissatisfied works to publication, so he put the whole manuscript into the burning fireplace in the middle of the night of February 1 8 5 2+0 1. In the face of a string of flames, he sobbed and cried, while silently drawing a cross on his chest until a lot of manuscript papers were all reduced to ashes.

After the manuscript was burned 10, Nikolai Gogol died in front of the Moscow church where he often prayed. Some people say that before he died, he prayed to God: Please forgive him. He didn't disgrace the sacred name "writer" at all.

In recent years, the publication of anthologies by Chinese writers has become quite popular. Old writers, middle-aged writers and young writers, not to mention three volumes, four volumes, five volumes, six volumes or even seven volumes and eight volumes, are also rich.

Other writers have published several volumes in this publishing house and several volumes in that publishing house with different titles but similar contents. It is a good thing for a writer to publish a collection of works, which can not only show his own creative achievements, but also show the prosperity of our literature.

Some writers' collections are carefully arranged and selected, and the collected works are readable, at least for himself. But when I read some collections of writers' works, some of them often read with relish, while others read with great appetite.

A collection that could have been wonderful only ruined the taste of some poor works included in it; Just like a beautiful woman, it's really a pity that she got a dirty spot on her face. In view of this, I think it is best for a writer to "give up love" when publishing a collection of works, ruthlessly eliminate those works that are dissatisfied with himself and of poor quality, and dedicate relatively excellent works to readers.

Unfortunately, many writers nowadays are either too proud or feel too good about themselves. As long as a publishing company is willing to give him a collection of works, they will put away everything in the basket regardless of whether it is delicious or not. In fact, this seems to be a loss of self-esteem for the writer himself, and it consumes some energy and financial resources that are not worth consuming for publishers and readers.

5. Ma Zhiming Daiyu Burning Manuscript Daiyu Burning Manuscript Xia Meng Garden has long vegetation, and the balcony reflects into the pool.

When Daiyu returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, she was already ill. I don't take medicine, I don't need ginseng, I don't eat rice, I don't taste porridge.

In a daze during the day, tired, sleepless all night, I hate not to miss it. A thin waist is gone, and a sick apricot face is brown.

Cough can't stop, Yinger's voice is hoarse, and breathing can't stop her pink nose. The lips of cherry blossoms burst into white paper, and the tears of beads dried up.

If we know that the weak can't survive, I'm afraid the time to live on the earth won't be too long, just a limited time. (clapper) I think how unlucky beauty has been since ancient times. Who is more hurt than me?

Unfortunately, when I was a child, Chunxuan lost the hall of high learning. There are no brothers and sisters, only a lonely ghost is suffering.

The poor slave girl was a weak woman before she left the boudoir. I walked a long way. My uncles and aunts left me to live in Beijing, and I always thought I would never forget their kindness.

Although I am a close relative of flesh and blood, I can't hold my breath under the eaves. Although grandma loves me very much, how can subtle twists and turns be complete?

Besides, the old man is short of spirit and has many children and grandchildren. How dare he act like a spoiled brat and be like his own mother? (slapping the board) My uncle and aunt don't care about anything, and the guests just treat each other normally.

Xifeng can think of everything and dare not take the risk of going out in broad daylight. Although we are good friends in the garden, we are afraid that people will talk too much and cause famine.

Girls and women are more difficult to deal with, and I am so modest that I say I am crazy. Save your identity, so that you won't treat people lightly, so that you can maintain your inner health.

I hang out with people in my class every day, and I don't know where the leaves fall. This is what I want. I only taste my own ups and downs.

What's more, our cousin Baoyu has always been very close to us and has lived in the same room since childhood. Ears and temples are always worn, and they are always a pair.

Although he is far away and uncertain, those soft styles are good at gentleness. There was such a slut in the world last year. It's easier to be priceless than to find a lover.

I'm about the same age. He is one year older than me, and he is also good at judging talents and looks. I didn't say anything, but I guessed each other secretly.

I therefore this heart is destined to be his, looking forward to everlasting * * *. Who knows that he lost his nature when he was fascinated by the magic disease, and in the end he lost his mind.

After listening to that silly elder sister, it is obvious that my group is hot and cold. The affair of the poor slave has become a thing of the past few years, and my stupid dream has been rewarded.

I wanted to cross-examine him personally, and I asked him why he was ungrateful. It's hard to say when it comes to the tongue. In a girl's family, what matters is this shame and discipline.

(clapper) What's more, he is crazy and stupid, and he can distinguish white, red and yellow. Don't complain at the last moment, and don't provoke others to talk.

Sister Baochai always says that she is good to me, but she is a devil and a demon king. Now she sells gold accounts at night, and now I am lonely in the autumn wind and cold in the sunset.

She is famous for her flowers now, and I'm on the roadside with buds. She is in love with someone else now, and I am in tears now.

Now she dances with the wind in flowers, and now I'm cold and cold. It is also difficult for her to be conceited and boastful, so ridiculous and shameless that she has no pillow for my beauty and hurts the loyalty of her sisters.

(slapping) What's the face of Xue Baochai? How can you meet me? On second thought, I can't do anything in my life. what would i like to do ? Please, I don't have to complain. I hope she is mediocre and generous.

Think about it. I only have to die to make up for my previous karma. Daiyu's illness is as serious as others, and Zijuan is waiting on her.

She knows that her heart disease must be treated with heart medicine, but she dare not say it for fear of losing face. Stand aside and whisper, my girl, your illness will last forever.

It is not enough to cry with sad eyes, that is, the stone man hears our behavior. If you don't believe in yourself, just look in the mirror. You are pretending to be more like a girl than before.

I don't know where the root of the disease started, but it must not be an external cold or internal injury. Who knows what you are thinking?

I asked you half a sentence without raising my face and boring my little Xiang Mei. (clapper) Daiyu replied, I have nothing on my mind. Over time, more than half of them are affected by the disaster.

Now I am getting deeper and deeper, and I can't expect it. I can only resign myself to fate. Well, I'm not interested in living in this world, so it's best not to look at my heart.

Sunny said, this is what this girl said, you don't talk nonsense, forget your friendship. How much your ancestors loved you, saying that the pearls in your eyes were hidden in it.

A brother and sister, which one is not busy day and night for you. What's more, Master Bao-yu was so anxious that he didn't leave the room all day to say hello.

When Lin Daiyu heard her mention of Baoyu, she couldn't help but get angry and turned yellow. To be more specific, you don't have to mention these people.

I know it hurts, but the tiles are frosted. (Throwing board) (Upper board) Zi Juan said that girls should not be too stupid, and their bodies should be safe and healthy.

Besides, there is no queen in rimmon, leaving you a little blood and fragrance for future generations. Everything is light and heavy, my girl. You can read and write.

Daiyu said that you should stop mentioning books and words. This thing is out of date. Read, get sick, read and worry.

I regret that I shouldn't learn to read sentences, read Tang poems and speak Chinese articles from my teacher. I think a hundred schools of thought contended when he was young, and his poems and songs took great pains.

Nowadays, poetry and books have become boudoir companions, and pens and inkstones have become flesh and blood relatives, which cannot be separated from me. Who knows that a high talent does not meet pity, and the poet is ill.

For a mediocre woman, it is best not to know a word. She insisted on being a proper mother. He seems to be a good student who is unlearned. The article misses me, and I miss spring.

Yutang Golden Horse is famous for not reaching the top and flowing water not coming out of the mountain. How can a girl's handwriting learn from a man's health and make others laugh?

It is better to eliminate and sweep away an unforgettable one. There was a book of poems on the console table, and Zijuan was ordered to bring it to the bed.

Lin Daiyu struggled to sit up. Open it carefully and have a look.

A piece of brocade Man Chun's breath, every word resents Liu's sorrow and tears. I worked hard to write this. By the way, why can't this black silk stop?

I remember catkin writing lyrics to praise handsome appearance, and I remember Haitang began to fight for incense. I remember the bright moon in the concave crystal hall, and I remember the melody of the piano in the jade hall.

I remember the new order of Yikang Hospital, and I remember the old chapter of Qiu Shuang Zhai Tou. I remember holding a wine bottle to pay tribute to the wine, and I remember five beautiful poems lamenting the charming mother.

Five green pearl beauties and Shi Chong.