Cloud poem

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

No clouds.

Xia Wanchun

Three years as an anti-Qing soldier, defeated and imprisoned.

The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad?

I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown.

On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.

Hengtang

Chengda Fan

Spring has come, and the water in the pond is green, but the stone bridge on the water and the old red tower in the water still exist.

Every year, on the cross road, in the drizzle, long-distance ships are on the shore of An Shu.

Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Li Bai; Poets in Tang dynasty

Du fu; Poets in early Tang dynasty

Xia Wanchun; Nanming poets

Wang Jiangnan (Wen)

Comb your hair and lean against Wangjiang Tower. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baiping State.

Appreciation of Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple

(Yang Wanli)

After all, in mid-June,

The scenery is different from the four seasons.

Lotus leaves are infinitely green,

Lotus is bright red.

1. Xiao: Good morning. Jingci Temple: The full name is "Jing Ci 'en Guangxiao Temple". Lingyin Temple is two famous Buddhist temples in the north and south mountains of the West Lake. Lin Zifang: the author's friend, secretary of the cabinet in the official residence.

2. Four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. This refers to other seasons except June.

3. Infinite green: Because the lotus leaf has a wide area, it seems to be connected with the sky, so it is infinitely green.

4. Different: special, different. Another kind of red: red is particularly prominent.

Ugly slave (Song) Xin Qiji

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor; Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. Want to talk endlessly, but say it's a cool autumn.

Qing Yu and Yuan Xi.

Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night.

The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu

Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.

An outdated festival (Qingming Festival) that started one or two days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when only cold food is served for three days.

Yi Han

Spring city is full of flowers,

Cold food, east wind and willows.

At sunset, in the Han Palace, people distribute candles.

Light smoke scattered into Wuhou mansion.

Meng Jiangnan

Huangfusong

Blue embers fall,

Dark red bananas on the screen.

Dreaming of plum ripe day in Jiangnan,

At night, the boat played its flute and it rained.

At the People's Postal Bridge.

Brief analysis

This is a homesick work, which is about the hometown of Jiangnan in the dream. The poem outlines a picture of the night rain in the south of the Yangtze River. There are night boats in the south of the Yangtze River, the sound of rain on the back, the sound of flutes outside the window, and the affectionate farewell by the postal bridge. Therefore, this homesick dream is even more memorable.