Poetry in the revised textbook of Chinese class in senior two.

Content:

The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed,

It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out.

The bottom of the candle is bright,

Women are better than men.

The sound of the horn urges the dawn to break,

Dawn returned to the bull's eye.

It's hard to see flowers in spring.

The west wind keeps the old cold.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

bright red

The mountain pavilion and waterside pavilion are half autumn, and the phoenix is lonely and unaccompanied.

Gloomy is new, but two moths are old.

Embroidering when I get up, sometimes sparse.

Thank the moon for its mercy, but it won't be round tonight.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Zhang Xian

Yi Lang also went upstairs.

The grass in front of the building is green every year.

Green is like a robe.

The sleeves floated up as soon as I turned around.

Langpao should be old.

The color is not long.

Afraid of spring in the mirror.

Not as new as flowers and plants.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Wang Anshi

Several thatched cottages are facing the water leisurely, and I am walking among weeping willows in a small and narrow hat.

If the flower was the brightest last year, it was the spring breeze that blew it away. How can it not be bright red?

But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night.

What is most related to human feelings, thinking about it, or the two or three calls of orioles hidden deep in that bush.

Li Yu's Ci-Yu Meiren

original text

When is the spring flower and the autumn moon, how much is known about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright 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.

Five Poems of Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden

one

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Poetry translation

When I was a teenager, I didn't cater to the secular nature. Nature loves mountains and rivers (life).

Thirty years on end.

Birds in cages are attached to the Woods where they lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they lived.

Go to Yuan Ye in the south to open up wasteland, stick to stupidity, and return to my hometown to live an idyllic life.

There are more than ten acres of land around the house, and there are eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows cover the back eaves, and peach trees and plum trees stand in front of the hall.

Residential villages are faintly visible in the distance, and the smoke from the trees rises gently with the wind.

Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There are no worldly chores in the door, and there is plenty of free time in the empty room.

Trapped in a cage for a long time, now I can finally return to nature.

Poetry annotation

Cage bird: A bird that is kept in a cage. Warm: dim and fuzzy. Virtual room: an empty room.

Fan Long: Metaphor of officialdom life. Yiyi: rise gently and slowly.

Secondly,

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Poetry annotation

Personnel: refers to interacting with people. Martingale: A belt around a horse's neck when driving. This sentence means living in a secluded place with few chariots and horses. Qu: A secluded place. Street song: still in the countryside. Parker: Pull it out.

Poetry evaluation

This is the second part of Return to the Garden, which is intended to write about the tranquility of rural life. Write "Jing" from the front first. Living in a remote country, there is little secular communication and entertainment, and few guests visit. It is precisely because there are no ordinary people to disturb, so "cover the door during the day and think in the empty room." Chai Men, with the door left unlocked, has a quiet bedroom, which separates the worldly noise from the worldly distractions.

However, when Chai Men opened to the outside world, poets often talked about Sang Ma with their neighbors. But in the poet's view, it is not the secular "personnel" who associate with simple farmers; The word * * * is not a "miscellaneous word". Compared with officialdom full of cleverness and hypocrisy, there is a new world here. -This is external "movement" and internal "quietness".

Country life also has its joys and sorrows. "Sang Ma's days are long and my land is vast", which is gratifying; At the same time, it is "always afraid of frost, just like grass." However, this joy and fear are not "dust thoughts". On the contrary, this simple joy and fear means that rural labor makes the poet's mind clear and pure, and his feelings simple. -this is the "movement" of the heart to further demonstrate the "quietness" of the heart.

Poets either speak from the front or from the side, so that readers can feel the tranquility of the countryside and their own state of mind. Yuan Haowen once said, "Is this man a poem? He wrote it straight on his chest. " In this longing, the poet described a quiet and pure world.

third

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Poetry annotation

1 hoe: carry a hoe. Oh, take it.

2 long vegetation: overgrown with vegetation.

Nanshan: Lushan Mountain in Jiangxi Province.

4 morning edge: get up in the morning.

5 wet: wet.

Poetry translation

There is my bean field at the foot of the southern hillside, where weeds are overgrown and bean seedlings grow sparsely. Get up in the morning to clear the weeds in the field, and go home to rest under the stars and the moon. Vegetation covered the narrow road home, and the dew at night wet my rough coat. It's a pity that my clothes are wet, as long as it doesn't go against my wish to return to farming.

The central idea of poetry

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

These two sentences are about planting beans in Nanshan, with lush grass but sparse bean seedlings. The first sentence is very plain, just like an old farmer standing there talking, which makes people feel very cordial.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

In order not to make the bean field barren, the poet went to the fields early in the morning and came back in the moonlight at night. Although it was hard, he didn't complain, which can be seen from the beautiful scenery of "the moon and the lotus returning home".

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

The road is narrow and the grass is long, but the clothes are wet. What's the pity? This sentence seems dull, but this kind of dullness just reflects the ending sentence "but I don't want to violate it", which makes "I don't want to violate it" fully emphasized. The "wish" here contains the meaning of not losing yourself in the dirty real world.

The language of this poem is very plain and natural. "Planting beans in Shannan" and "Dew on my clothes" are all random, without any modification. This natural and simple poem is integrated into the artistic conception of the whole poem, which turns spoken language into poetry, harmoniously unifies simple spoken language and poetic mellow beauty, and forms the artistic characteristics of Shi Tao's simple and mellow beauty.

Tao poetry is plain and interesting. The interest of Tao poetry comes from freehand brushwork. "Go home with the moon hoe", the poet who returned from work is alone, but accompanied by the bright moon. The poet under the moon walked through waist-deep grass with a hoe on his shoulder. Returning to the countryside on a moonlit night, what a beautiful picture! It is full of the poet's happy mood and seclusion pride. The plain language of "planting beans in Nanshan" and the beautiful sentence of "bringing lotus home in the moon"; The first sentence is real, and the last sentence is empty. The whole poem is soft and perfect with the mutual complement of simplicity and reality.

Fourth.

Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment. Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, unwilling to live in the past. There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.

Ask people who get paid, this person is different. The wage earners told me that there was no death.

Abandon the city for a lifetime, really. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game. When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.

The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.