The school is going to publish a special issue of classic poetry, and now we are asking for contributions from every student. Which poet's work are you going to recommend and which one? Why?

Huang tingjian's "Climbing Yueyang Tower and Looking at Junshan in the Rain"

Throwing the hair spots on the temples to death, the Qutang Pass was born.

smile before you get to the south of the Yangtze River, and the Yueyang Tower faces Junshan.

Interpretation:

Fu Weng smiled and celebrated for thousands of years. Although this smile is not as beautiful as looking back, it gives meaning to the words, which is fragrant and touching in the book. (Huang Tingjian, one of the four bachelor's degree students in Sumen,No. Fu Weng/Gu)

This poem was written by Huang Tingjian on his way back from exile. In his early years, he was exiled to Qianzhou for being framed by Che Yun and others, and then he was exiled to Rongzhou, a farther place. Five years of humiliation and suffering, during which the hardships are hard to say. "Abandoning the wasteland" and "ten thousand deaths" are simple words, but the words are tapered and bumpy everywhere. Now it's hard to "give birth to Qutang", and this old man, who is nearly sixty years old, has a smile.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't like it, I just smile indifferently. This smile, obliterating all the frustrations and bitterness, blows away all the grievances. The wind stops raining, the tide is flat and the waves are shallow, the mountains are long and the water is wide, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is clear in the chest.

even if we can't reach the south of the Yangtze River, even if it will be even more tragic in the future, we will only embrace it with a smile. Laughing at the world's rivers, lakes and seas is deep and shallow, and laughing at shallow people is asking for trouble and annoyance. In front of the castle peak, the poet silently nodded: the peaks and peaks are pulled out in the waves of Pinghu, and the silverware piles are green and blue. When encountering storms, I am not afraid of pain-just thinking that the west wind blows and the east wind turns, and Qian Fan will come and go naturally-you are settled, I sincerely have peace, and I don't care about the noise and dust.

The poet smiles at the green hills and tells the mountains from his heart. It turns out that you and I are just like each other. After reading this poem, future generations should sigh: a gentleman should be free and easy.

In reality, we should not only pay attention to the detachment of the ancients, but also think about how we face life. Think of Mr. Valley smiling at the elegant demeanor of Qingshan. Are those difficulties and setbacks beginning to become simple?

(If you suggest a recommendation, first of all, it should not be familiar to everyone, so it will lose the meaning of recommendation. The second author is well-known, if not well-known, but the requirements of the work itself should be very prominent. The third work itself has profound meaning, and it can also be combined with the modern spirit. )