Infinite, autumn wind rolls in a little sweat. Autumn, landscape writing, frontier fortress, bleak translation and annotation translation
When I woke up at dawn, I was greeted by the leaves of Sanguisorba officinalis. It turned out that there was a thick layer of autumn frost last night, which made the leaves of Sanguisorba fall one after another. The trumpets of the army sounded at the head of the city, and the moon hung alone on the horizon before sunset.
The frontier is so vast that even the geese can't fly to the end. In the sound of the dawn horn in the wind, Song Xiaoyu played.
Appreciation of Li Yi's Listening to Jiao Xiao, Volume 283 of Complete Tang Poetry. This poem aims to write about the homesickness of recruiters, but there is only one horn echoing and a group of Saihong hovering in the poem, which neither clearly expresses the sadness of recruiters nor even makes recruiters appear. The poem uses the method of taking pictures in the mirror to reflect the people's situation and mood from the sound of the horn and the rainbow. It does not directly write about people, but people are in poetry; Don't write feelings directly, but see feelings outside the article.
The first two sentences of the poem, "Last night, the frost fell, and the horn sounded when the city was lonely", set off the horn sound with the environmental atmosphere, and pointed out that the place where the horn sounded was the border, the season was late autumn, and the time was dawn. At this time, thick frost covered the earth, elm leaves withered, morning stars were sparse, and the waning moon was in the sky; It goes without saying that the horn echoing in such a sad environment should be so sad. On the surface, these two sentences are just scenery and trumpets, but they are centered on the recruiters who have not appeared, writing down what they have seen and heard, and revealing their feelings and thoughts everywhere between the lines. At the beginning of the first sentence, the word "frost" is written, which not only indicates that the frost falling at night falls on the border, but also describes the feeling of people on the border when looking for frost. The second sentence is written at the end of the sentence, and the word "orphan" is added after the month; This not only describes that the moon in the sky is lonely, but also describes that people on the ground will feel lonely when they see this broken moon.
Li Yi (about 750-830), a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was a native of Liangzhou Ancient Collection (now Liangzhou District, Wuwei City, Gansu Province) and later moved to Zhengzhou, Henan Province. He was a scholar in the fourth year of Dali (769) and was first appointed as Zheng County Commandant. He was not allowed to be promoted for a long time. In 783, Jianzhong was awarded the title of scholar. Frustrated in his official career, he abandoned his post and wandered around Zhao Yan. He is famous for his frontier poems, and he is good at quatrains, especially the seven verses. Li yi
Lonely bones are hard to lie down at night, and insects are chirping. Cry without tears, autumn dew dripping wet. The strength is like cutting for a while, and it is like weaving. When I moved my mood, there was no new heart, but more sad memories. Endure to chase the south sail, Jiangshan convention in the past. The autumn moon is ice, and the old guest records the list. Coody Leng's dream was shattered, and the cold wind combed his bones. The disgusting words were printed on the table, and my intestines turned to worry. Doubt is unfounded, and empty listening is groundless. The tung tree is dry and towering, and the sound is like a funeral bomb. A foot and a month pass the house, and the chestnut flies like a sword. Old bones also surprised, sick and weak. Insects are greedy for the night, and birds are in danger of burning their nests. Widowed moths care about silk and cry and smoke. You can't catch up with the fleeting time, but you can't return to dusk. In autumn, the old are poorer, and there is no door to the broken house. A moon fell on the bed, and the wind was everywhere. Dreams are no longer far away, and weak hearts are easy to return. It will be green when you go to Pa, and it will linger in the afterglow. There are few things to do in the wild, and it is against the plan. Grass-roots worm, business is small with me. The bamboo wind suddenly talks, and the boudoir steals. Ghosts and gods don't listen, so it's hard to separate themselves. Commercial leaves fall in drought and rain, and autumn clothes lie in a single cloud. Sick bones can be chewed, and sour groans can also be written. Thin savings have dried up so much that strong savings have fallen with the West. A chance, but a word is a slap in the face. Old bones is afraid of the moon, which has a sword. You can't do it. The cold soul sits by itself. Holding the empty mirror of the mother nest, the fairy soars on the ice floe. I'm afraid I'll turn over when I'm afraid. The single bed is bright, thin and serious. If the river is not washed, the turbid water will be clear. Poetry was strong in the past and empty in the past, so why should poetry decline today? Old age is full of different troubles, and morning and night are not one heart. Businessmen cry for bad luck, and noise is hard to find. Autumn grass is as fine as hair, and Zhen Fang is resplendent and magnificent. When it is fresh at night, sunny days are easy to be cloudy. Those who are weak in learning are ashamed, and they know what they want at dusk. When the dew is greedy, the latent wisdom is deep. It is an old proverb to guard against the deep. At the end of the year, the economy is dry and the autumn wind is whistling. Weave without clothes, monks sing. The sound of business is late at night, and the waste is moving forward. Green hair is like a garden in autumn. Once it is cut, it will never come back to life. Teenagers, hungry flowers, will never see them again. The gentleman is determined, and the villain does not dispute. If you fight too many battles, you won't live long, and Heaven will resign its profits. Too much cold dew and too much dry wind. Autumn is deep and the moon is bitter. The old bug has a hoarse voice. There are many ochre beads and fragrant vines. When the vegetation is also interesting, it is as cold as spring. I was born in sorrow, and sorrow is different from heart. Old people are different in the morning and evening, and life and death are daily. Sit quietly and lie with the sky. See the door short, listen to the wind. It is also like carving, so as to avoid fiber and listen. The waves thank the beginning, but they return to the end. Lonely friends, close friends. Years old, the autumn festival is poor. Four seasons pressure each other, natural worry. The south is vast and the north is poor. I miss that distant river, and I think of it in autumn. It is difficult to hoe food and ugly clothes. If the dust does not form itself, who will pass on the ancient songs? You Zhu shouted ghosts and gods, and Chu Tiesheng was a dragon. Ambition leads to many different feelings, and depression leads to evil intentions. Always think about books and rags until you die. Learning music is not sound, how stubborn and deaf it is. Obviously, I want to write it as Gao Chong. The bitterness is getting heavier and heavier, and the old strength is getting weaker and weaker. I am often afraid of getting out of bed temporarily and can't go back to the door. Hungry people pay more attention to food, while cold people pay more attention to clothes. There is nothing to be generalized and followed. If you lose the second place in Chinese, you will be scarred outside. Osmanthus fragrans bugs are dirty, and Osmanthus fragrans damages virginity. A bad word loses its fragrance, but a bad word can last forever. Regret before you die, and chase after you regret. Alas, I am frivolous and arrogant all day long. Flow is flashing, withering and crushing are all signs. The thorn branches cry bitterly, and the tung leaves are frosty. The old bug made an iron sound, and the frightened beast roared alone. The sound of commercial gas washing is sparse, and the night is overcast. Ears can't stop, and even immortals can't escape. Who is sitting with Cao? Wireless painting is a great effort. Qing poetry is famous, and Jin Ju is also named Tao. Cleaning up what was abandoned in the past, consulting is worse than Mao now. Faint, I can't do it. Frost into diseased bones, old people are born with ice. Faded hair stings in the dark, and the cold pain is invincible. Emu reaches out to the bright side, and the strong side is relying on it. Sitting thin will collapse, and hunger will collapse at night. Persuade doctors to control fools, and talk like hate. Shrug your ears and choke to know the function. Eye pain in Japanese and Chinese, rope flies hide. How cool is it? This taste is a little concentrated. I have no desire to lurk poison, and I will be ashamed of it for the rest of my life. Fortunately, it is not far from freezing, and it is against the heart in the middle of winter. Come and go at different times, both hot and cold are bitter. Thank you for sending Weng, and plead for conquest. When the Yellow River falls into the sky, the flood comes. People's hearts are not as good as water, and they will never return. There has always been a coincidence that he refused to come to Penglai. I've never been tired. I've only heard of provincial television. It is easy to be anxious to lose the past by enduring it without losing it. Lost Gu Jian also fold, lost guqin also sad. The master shed tears in ancient times, and then he burst into tears. Poetry has lost its ancient heart and remains cold. Ancient bones have no turbid meat, and ancient clothes are like moss. I advise you to endure the ancients and endure the dust of the ancients. You can't see blood when you talk. Why kill people? Sounds like a poor dog. Why is it barking at the sinuses? Ghosts wept bitterly and invaded the gold poverty. Words are useless and smell haggard. The old saying is immortal, and there are so many books so far. Today's people recite ancient books, and good and evil should be divided. Qin fire is not ruo tongue, Qin fire is virtual. So I turned over a new leaf, and I'm still dumbfounded. -Meng Jiao's "Fifteen Autumn Songs" in the Tang Dynasty, fifteen autumn songs.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
Lonely bones are hard to lie down at night, and insects are chirping.
Cry without tears, autumn dew dripping wet.
The strength is like cutting for a while, and it is like weaving.
When I moved my mood, there was no new heart, but more sad memories.
Endure to chase the south sail, Jiangshan convention in the past.
The autumn moon is ice, and the old guest records the list.
Coody Leng's dream was shattered, and the cold wind combed his bones.
The disgusting words were printed on the table, and my intestines turned to worry.
Lonely bones are hard to lie down at night, and insects are chirping.
Cry without tears, autumn dew dripping.
The strength is like cutting for a while, and it is like weaving.
When I moved my mood, there was no new heart, but more sad memories.
Endure to chase the south sail, Jiangshan convention in the past.
The autumn moon is ice, and the old guest records the list.
Coody Leng's dream was shattered, and the cold wind combed his bones.
The disgusting words were printed on the table, and my intestines turned to worry.
Doubt is unfounded, and empty listening is groundless.
The tung tree is dry and towering, and the sound is like a funeral bomb.
A foot and a month pass the house, and the chestnut flies like a sword.
Old bones also surprised, sick and weak.
Insects are greedy for the night, and birds are in danger of burning their nests.
Widowed moths care about silk and cry and smoke.
You can't catch up with the fleeting time, but you can't return to dusk.
In autumn, the old are poorer, and there is no door to the broken house.
A moon fell on the bed, and the wind was everywhere.
Dreams are no longer far away, and weak hearts are easy to return.
It will be green when you go to Pa, and it will linger in the afterglow.
There are few things to do in the wild, and it is against the plan.
Grass-roots worm, business is small with me.
The bamboo wind suddenly talks, and the boudoir steals.
Ghosts and gods don't listen, so it's hard to separate themselves.
Commercial leaves fall in drought and rain, and autumn clothes lie in a single cloud.
Sick bones can be chewed, and sour groans can also be written.
Thin savings have dried up so much that strong savings have fallen with the West.
A chance, but a word is a slap in the face.
Old bones is afraid of the moon, which has a sword.
You can't do it. The cold soul sits by itself.
Holding the empty mirror of the mother nest, the fairy soars on the ice floe.
I'm afraid I'll turn over when I'm afraid.
The single bed is bright, thin and serious.
If the river is not washed, the turbid water will be clear.
Poetry was strong in the past and empty in the past, so why should poetry decline today?
Old age is full of different troubles, and morning and night are not one heart.
Businessmen cry for bad luck, and noise is hard to find.
Autumn grass is as fine as hair, and Zhen Fang is resplendent and magnificent.
When it is fresh at night, sunny days are easy to be cloudy.
Those who are weak in learning are ashamed, and they know what they want at dusk.
When the dew is greedy, the latent wisdom is deep.
It is an old proverb to guard against the deep.
At the end of the year, the economy is dry and the autumn wind is whistling.
Weave without clothes, monks sing.
The sound of business is late at night, and the waste is moving forward.
Green hair is like a garden in autumn. Once it is cut, it will never come back to life.
Teenagers, hungry flowers, will never see them again.
The gentleman is determined, and the villain does not dispute.
If you fight too many battles, you won't live long, and Heaven will resign its profits.
Too much cold dew and too much dry wind.
Autumn is deep and the moon is bitter. The old bug has a hoarse voice.
There are many ochre beads and fragrant vines.
When the vegetation is also interesting, it is as cold as spring.
I was born in sorrow, and sorrow is different from heart.
Old people are different in the morning and evening, and life and death are daily.
Sit quietly and lie with the sky.
See the door short, listen to the wind.
It is also like carving, so as to avoid fiber and listen.
The waves thank the beginning, but they return to the end.
Lonely friends, close friends.
Years old, the autumn festival is poor.
Four seasons pressure each other, natural worry.
The south is vast and the north is poor.
I miss that distant river, and I think of it in autumn.
It is difficult to hoe food and ugly clothes.
If the dust does not form itself, who will pass on the ancient songs?
You Zhu shouted ghosts and gods, and Chu Tiesheng was a dragon.
Ambition leads to many different feelings, and depression leads to evil intentions.
Always think about books and rags until you die.
Learning music is not sound, how stubborn and deaf it is.
Obviously, I want to write it as Gao Chong.
The bitterness is getting heavier and heavier, and the old strength is getting weaker and weaker.
I am often afraid of getting out of bed temporarily and can't go back to the door.
Hungry people pay more attention to food, while cold people pay more attention to clothes.
There is nothing to be generalized and followed.
If you lose the second place in Chinese, you will be scarred outside.
Osmanthus fragrans bugs are dirty, and Osmanthus fragrans damages virginity.
A bad word loses its fragrance, but a bad word can last forever.
Regret before you die, and chase after you regret.
Alas, I am frivolous and arrogant all day long.
Flow is flashing, withering and crushing are all signs.
The thorn branches cry bitterly, and the tung leaves are frosty.
The old bug made an iron sound, and the frightened beast roared alone.
The sound of commercial gas washing is sparse, and the night is overcast.
Ears can't stop, and even immortals can't escape.
Who is sitting with Cao?
Wireless painting is a great effort.
Qing poetry is famous, and Jin Ju is also named Tao.
Cleaning up what was abandoned in the past, consulting is worse than Mao now.
Faint, I can't do it.
Frost into diseased bones, old people are born with ice.
Faded hair stings in the dark, and the cold pain is invincible.
Emu reaches out to the bright side, and the strong side is relying on it.
Sitting thin will collapse, and hunger will collapse at night.
Persuade doctors to control fools, and talk like hate.
Shrug your ears and choke to know the function.
Eye pain in Japanese and Chinese, rope flies hide.
How cool is it? This taste is a little concentrated.
I have no desire to lurk poison, and I will be ashamed of it for the rest of my life.
Fortunately, it is not far from freezing, and it is against the heart in the middle of winter.
Come and go at different times, both hot and cold are bitter.
Thank you for sending Weng, and plead for conquest.
When the Yellow River falls into the sky, the flood comes.
People's hearts are not as good as water, and they will never return.
There has always been a coincidence that he refused to come to Penglai.
I've never been tired. I've only heard of provincial television.
It is easy to be anxious to lose the past by enduring it without losing it.
Lost Gu Jian also fold, lost guqin also sad.
The master shed tears in ancient times, and then he burst into tears.
Poetry has lost its ancient heart and remains cold.
Ancient bones have no turbid meat, and ancient clothes are like moss.
I advise you to endure the ancients and endure the dust of the ancients.
In autumn, the poems of the lyric group flow out of the sand, and the first frost is crystal clear. How far is Tianjin Road when you look at the threshold for a long time? Thinking about the outside world, I hope the clouds are full. What can I do if I don't talk about myself? I'll whisper which cloud floats with the flowers. The horse crouched, and the caged bird thought of the distant sign. At the age of 20, it is cloudy and empty at night. Things are rare, and physical fatigue is close to fame. Looking in, I feel that today is, and I sigh when it will be flat. -Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty "Going upstairs to see Nanjiang entering Shixing County Road in autumn" went upstairs to see Nanjiang entering Shixing County Road in autumn.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
In quicksand, the sky crystal is frosted first.
How far is Tianjin Road when you look at the threshold for a long time?
Thinking about the outside world, I hope the clouds are full.
What can I do if I don't talk about myself?
I'll whisper which cloud floats with the flowers.
The horse crouched, and the caged bird thought of the distant sign.
At the age of 20, it is cloudy and empty at night.
Things are rare, and physical fatigue is close to fame.
Looking in, I feel that today is, and I sigh when it will be flat. ▲ The autumn wind hurts the city and the river is cold. Now, I am dressed in military uniform and ready to go out. When I have settled the world, I must enter the capital Chang 'an with songs and dances. -King Robin's Climbing the Military Tower in the Tang Dynasty
The city on the wall is imposing, and the water in Lianjiang seems to be murderous.
Now, I am dressed in military uniform and ready to go out. When I have settled the world, I must enter the capital Chang 'an with songs and dances. Autumn, landscape writing, lyrical grief and indignation