Poetry about social reality 1. What poems reflect social reality?

24, the moonlight is deeper than half a household, and the Beidou is oblique. Liu

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. Li shangyin

26, bow like a full moon, looking at Sirius in the northwest. Su Shi

27. Under the court, if the water is empty, the algae in the water are horizontal and covered with bamboo and cypress. Su Shi

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When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai-Li 1. Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

[Tang] Zhang Jiuling

The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

2. Guan Shanyue

Lipper

The moon rises from the mountain, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Step 3 drink with the moon

Tang Li Bai

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

4. Gulangyu trip

Tang Li Bai

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?

The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who brought the rice.

The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?

Nine birds have fallen from the dust, and heaven and man are clear and safe.

After Yi shot nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.

The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.

5. Put the wine in the moon.

Lipper

When does the bright moon rise in the sky? I'm going to stop for a cup of coffee today and ask.

People can't land on the moon, but they follow people when they walk on the moon.

As bright as a flying mirror near Danque, the green smoke goes out.

But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds?

The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?

Today people can't see the ancient moon, but this month they went to see the ancients.

If the ancients were running water today, they would look at the bright moon.

I only wish the song is right for the wine, and the moonlight shines on the golden urn for a long time.

Meditate at night

Tang Li Bai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly that I suspect there is frost on the ground.

Sinking again, I suddenly remembered home. Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

7. Water tunes the song.

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(Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk and drunk, write this article. Pregnant. )

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there. Dance to see the shadows,

What is it like! Keywords brick pavilion, low-rise residents,

Take a sleepless photo. There should be no hatred,

Why should it be different? People have joys and sorrows,

It's hard to do this when the moon is full of rain and shine.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

8. Moonlight on the Spring River

Zhang

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.

I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.

There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water.

The white clouds have gone, and the green maple is sad.

Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain won't roll up, so brush it back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and spring had not come back.

In spring, the river flows away, and it falls on the moon and leans to the west.

The slanting moon hides sea fog.

2. Four ancient poems reflecting social reality

1, Ande has thousands of buildings, which is a great shelter for all the poor in the world! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! -Tang Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"

How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses to shelter the world's poor and make them smile! As safe as a mountain.

Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my cabin is blown by the autumn wind, I am willing to freeze to death myself!

2. The beauty of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley. She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust. When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? . The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle. Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.

When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side. He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love. The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof. She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers. She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.

There is an incomparable beauty who lives in seclusion in an empty valley. She said that she was a woman in the palace, and she was reduced to being a soldier. In the past, the Guanzhong area suffered from war, and all my brothers were killed by rebels. What's the use of being above? His brother's bones cannot be buried.

Secular human feelings hate decadent families, and everything is like a candle that turns with the wind. My husband, a frivolous child, abandoned me and married a beautiful new person. Acacia knows that flowers bloom at night, and mandarin ducks never pair up alone. The husband only sees the new couple laughing, where can he hear the old man crying?

Spring water is clear in the mountains, but it is turbid when it comes out of the mountains. Let the maid sell jewelry for a living, and lead Luo Qing to repair the hut. I don't want to get stuck in my head when I pick flowers, but I like to pick cypress branches full of wrinkles. The weather is cold and the clothes are particularly thin. At dusk, I leaned on the slender bamboo alone.

3. The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the bones are frozen on the road-From Beijing to Fengxian, I want to recite 500 words by Tang Du Fu.

It means that the wine and meat of the rich and noble families stink, but the bones of those who freeze to death and starve to death are exposed on the road. Exposed the disparity between the rich and the poor in society at that time.

4. Han Yi's cold food in Tang Dynasty

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

At the end of spring, Liu Xufei is everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind blows willow branches in the imperial garden at the Cold Food Festival. As night fell, the palace was busy handing out candles, and smoke curled into the homes of princes and nobles.

5, after the killing, the wild wind is sad, and the moon is high. The bones are dead, the grass is on the sand, and the family members are slow to send warm clothes. -Tang Shenbin's "Hanging People"

My condolences to my loved ones who fought in the frontier fortress, and the cold voice of the frontier fortress battle is endless. The full moon hung high in autumn water, and the family still didn't go home. The grass on the frontier fortress was covered with white bones and withered, but the family still sent warm clothes to their relatives in the frontier fortress.

3. Ancient poems about reality

Recite 500 words from Beijing to Fengxian.

Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,

Ling Du has cloth, but the boss has turned his back on himself.

It's silly to make a promise, but it's better than stealing chickens and dogs.

It has become autumn, and the white head is generous.

The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.

If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat.

It's fierce to make fun of classmates.

Without rivers and seas, Xiao Sa sends the sun and the moon.

When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more.

Nowadays, there is no shortage of corridors and temples.

The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win.

Gu Wei is an ant tribe, but he seeks his own opinions.

Hu Weiqi longed for whales and wanted to suppress the Bohai Sea.

In order to understand physiology, I am ashamed to do things alone.

So far, I have swallowed it.

Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival.

It's comfortable to drink and chat, but it's sad to sing.

At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks.

It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night.

First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.

In the morning, I passed Mount Li, and the imperial couch was in the mountain.

Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery.

Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia.

The monarch and the minister are happy with it, and the joy is moving.

Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown.

All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women.

Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que.

The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country.

If I suddenly understand, how can you abandon this thing?

Toastmasters will fill the court, and benevolent people should tremble.

I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room.

Nave dancing fairy, smoke scattered jade pieces.

Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat.

Advise customers to camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses fragrant orange.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.

Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.

The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course.

That group of ice is from the west, with high eyes.

Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu.

The river beam is unlucky and the branches rustle.

Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross.

An old lady sent her to a different county, ten doors away from the snow.

Who can ignore it for a long time and be hungry?

He howled as soon as he started, and his youngest son starved to death.

I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.

Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.

I don't know if autumn is not over, poverty will be hasty.

Life is often tax-free, and the name is not levied.

The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.

Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away.

Worry stops in the south, and the hole cannot be broken.

4. Who knows the ancient poems about revealing the real society?

Tube cutting wheat

Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

I don't know if it counts ~ ~'

5. Ancient poems and sentences about realism

1. Romanticism, realism, idealism. Open any comment on China's ancient poetry, and you will find an indisputable fact: there are two schools of ancient poetry in China, romanticism and realism.

In fact, not only ancient poetry, but also other literature has the same two schools. It is modern people, or foreigners, who are divided into romanticism and realism, not the poets themselves, because they have no such consciousness, and the reason why they have no such consciousness is because of the influence of their lives and thoughts.

There were three schools of thought in ancient China: Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, which were all reflected in China's ancient poems. China's ancient poems can also be divided into Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, which are called realism, romanticism and idealism respectively.

If divided in this way, Qu Yuan, Tao Yuanming and Li Bai should belong to Taoism. Why do you say that? First of all, let's talk about Taoism in China. The main idea of Taoism is "Taoism is natural".

It is better to say that Tao is natural than to go its own way. In fact, they don't like reality, but they don't want to actively participate in changing reality.

Here, it is a bit unfair to include Qu Yuan. He is a little forced, but people don't want him to die. It's not that reality can't hold them, but that they can't hold reality.

Therefore, what we see is that they don't care about society, are full of passion and self-discipline, but they are self-indulgent, enterprising and idle. For example, I drink the bright moon alone, Li Bai is from from a pot of wine among the flowers, and I drink it alone. No one is with me.

Let's drink to the moon, bring my shadow to me, and let's be three people. The moon is unhappy, and my shadow labels me blankly; .

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was chaotic.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Han Yu, Du Fu, Lu You etc. Belong to Confucianism. In fact, in ancient China, Confucianism and Taoism influenced the politics and thoughts of ancient China just like the Democratic Party of the United States and communist party.

Different from Taoism, Confucianism pays more attention to people's sufferings and social reality. If everyone is like Taoism, it will be difficult for society to progress.

Because nature always obeys the laws of nature, but as expected, nature has always been nature. Beasts obey nature, so beasts are still beasts.

Now the Darwinism of westerners is actually the law of nature, and it is only now that it is put forward, which shows that they are backward. In fact, our ancestors put it forward long ago and it is not perfect.

Liu Yuxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said: Heaven lies in nature and is used in strength; The way of man lies in the legal system and is used in right and wrong. Here we can see that the laws of nature are only used in nature and abide by the laws of the jungle, while human beings use the legal system and abide by right and wrong.

So if the school pays attention to nature, then the Confucian school pays attention to society. Here's an example: Qin Taoyu, a poor girl, didn't know Eloise in Pengmen. She tried to invite a good media to hurt herself.

Who would have known her cutest simple face, dressed frugally in the era of pity. Her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows.

Bitterness weighs money every year for other girls' bridal dresses. There is also a school of Buddhism.

This school seems to be neglected, because few people can pay attention to them, and they don't want others to pay too much attention to them, but they have great weight in history, especially in China's ancient poems, which can be reflected in them. For example, there are many descriptions of these people in Li Bai's poems, and many of his friends are monks.

Su Shi often associates with monks, and there are many in his poems. But interestingly, Buddhist poets seem to have no place in China's ancient poems. Open the Tang poems, and none of them were written by monks.

When we travel, we will find another situation. Many famous mountains and rivers, ancient temples and ancient temples are nostalgic for Zen poems and have endless aftertaste. For example: the body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror.

Wipe it often, and don't get dusty. This is written by a monk named Shen Xiu and another monk named Huineng: Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage; There is nothing, so there is no dust.

The sixth realm of reading poetry When we read ancient poems, everyone reached a different realm due to different levels. We know that Wang Guowei divides reading ancient poems into three realms, Feng Youlan divides people's thoughts into four realms, and I want to divide them into six realms here.

Scientists have studied human sixth sense, and I think people will have sixth sense when reading poems. The so-called first realm, just know, what do you mean don't know, just like knowing a person but not knowing his personality.

The second realm is that I am familiar with its meaning, but I don't know its background. I don't know why the poet wrote this poem at this time. The third realm is that we are familiar with this poem and the poet, and we are also familiar with the era when the poet lived. At this time, we will understand the poet's situation when we read poetry.

Then the fourth realm is that we understand poets as poets understand us, and we can communicate with poets. At this time, we are not only reading poems, but also exchanging ideas with the ancients. In fact, in this realm, the poet's thoughts deeply affect us.

The fifth realm can no longer be called realm, but should be called fifth feeling, or fifth non-feeling, which means that there will be no feeling soon. In this realm, our eyes will no longer pay attention to a certain poet, but to a school of poets, such as romanticism, rather than Li Bai.

We should not only appreciate good poems, but also appreciate them. Not only comments, but also feelings. So what is the sixth realm? It's like you encounter a problem that you can't do in the exam, and at this time you have to rely on your sixth sense. If you feel good about it, you will get a positive answer.

If the essence of the poet is absorbed and becomes a part of himself, even if people in this realm read only one poem, then this is the sixth realm. Just like the ancients wrote poems and kept them.

For example, Cao Zhi's seven-step poem: Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans weep in the kettle; We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? 2. Realism: advocating objective observation of reality.