10 beautiful seven-character quatrains

Ten of the most beautiful seven-character quatrains in Tang poetry, the first one made me fascinated and drunk!

For the record, these ten songs only represent my personal preferences and are purely subjective. In addition, the four-sentence seven-character Yuefu, which is the same as the seven-character quatrains, is not counted, otherwise Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci will definitely be selected. Also, of the seven wonders of the same author, only one is more eye-catching. After all, you have to be soaked evenly by rain and dew, right?

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

-Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge

I can say other quatrains, at least I can be arty and eloquent. Only this one made me speechless, and I was shocked directly. The whole person is stunned, drunk and dead in these 28 words. My mind is blank, I don't know where my heart is and where I am. If we have to talk about advantages, colors, sounds, animals, plants, people, seasons, landscapes, melodies, images and moods are all ready, and they are all bad. The sequela caused to me is that I can't wait to go back to that night every time I finish watching it. Even if I do everything, I will frantically look for the boat and then kneel behind Zhang Ji to express my admiration. When Zhang Xiaofeng said goodbye, it was an "immortal insomnia". Yes, on this night, the essence of the whole world of Datang was poured on him, and he was possessed by Wei Zi and Wenchang.

In this way, a frustrated person, an immortal insomnia, has made a masterpiece that cannot be copied.

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

-Li Shangyin's Chang 'e

An extremely simple scene, the screen, the candle shadow, the Milky Way and the morning star, four meaningful elements are ingeniously superimposed to outline an unforgettable picture. The preciousness of the screen sets off life well, but the trouble of sleeping is set off by "Deep Candle Shadow", without any lyric, loneliness and silence gush out instantly. That's not enough. The Milky Way and the morning star are needed to make matters worse. Fourteen words lengthen a person's loneliness without reservation. It stands to reason that the poem has been written here, but the author has taken a step forward with a clever turn. It's like tearing a wound and pointing it at the heart. This poem has always been interpreted a lot, so I will skip it here and just look at the original meaning.

Is it that a wrong choice will lead you to another road at the beginning, leaving only one person to taste the pain slowly, and what is more painful is that there is no if and no turning back.

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

-Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane

This poem is so famous in the world that whenever we talk about nostalgia, we have to mention it. The beauty of this poem is that there is no sigh, no lyrics and even no characters. Bai Juyi wrote a similar poem, "In the faded old palace, the peonies were red, but no one came to see them. The ladies-in-waiting are already white-haired and arguing about the grand occasion of Tang Xuanzong. " It is also to feel the changes in the world. Through clear words, such as "sparse" and "lonely", and the description of characters, it expresses an impermanent desolation. However, this poem by Lao Liu doesn't even contain these words. The whole article used half to talk about scenery, which made Weeds and Sunset have vicissitudes. Then, with a turn of the pen, add "Swallow" to refresh the poem, and the pen turns again. The swallow's whereabouts have become more intense with time.

What I appreciate is that the whole poem is objective and penetrating without the author's clear views or feelings, but it just makes you feel deeply.

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

-Li Bai's "Early Sending of Baidicheng"

Mr. Qian Zhongshu said that "poetry can be blamed", and the younger generation, like me, deeply agreed. It is easy to write sad poems, but it is poor to write "no complaints" Violet's songs are not only "no complaints", but also free and easy, full of fairy tales! Yes, this song is almost immortal and irresistible. If you don't look at the author, just look at the poems, where is this mortal, a thousand miles a day, clearly a fairy middleman who has strayed into the mortal world? What is even more rare is the atmosphere and mind in the poem, which is free from dust and free to walk with you. Think about it, there is a throb that melts itself into this world. Shixian's mood at that time was not qualified to speculate, but he was so detached from the feeling of being tall and straight on the dust. Under the Millennium, he read wildly.

All right! Can't resist a bottle of white wine, ancients!

Last night, the candles in the bridal chamber were lit all night, waiting for dawn to worship the parents-in-law.

Dressed up beautifully, I asked my husband: Can my eyebrows be painted in different shades?

-Zhu Qingyu's Letter to Secretary Zhang on the Eve of the Government Examination

Wonderful poems abound, but if they are full of fun, it is even harder to make people shine at the moment. It's not boring to write such a tacky behavior as asking questions so unconventional and interesting. It really fascinates me. Comrade Qingyu used a series of activities, such as going to see his in-laws after the wedding, as a metaphor, and used simple narration to perfectly combine his feelings of fear, anxiety and expectation with the psychological activities of the characters in the poem, without any contradiction. It is an excellent boudoir poem in itself, but it is meaningful. It is so vivid and meaningful that people really applaud. Later, Zhang Ji returned a song with the same skill, which immediately became a much-told story.

Of course, there is also a poem with similar skills in history, which is also a famous sentence throughout the ages: "Tears belong to the pearl, I wish I could meet you before marriage." The same double meaning, the same beauty.

Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

-Zhang Mi, the sender

The ancients were really romantic, and a love letter sent or not was so beautiful and gentle. I think no matter which woman sees this love letter, she will fall in love with this man irrevocably. The description in the poem is simple, but it is said that the reunion in the dream is extremely happy. Two people walked in the cloister, stroking the railing, whispering slowly, and they were inseparable when they left. Seeing this, the little hearts are soft, and even the moon in the sky is moved in a big mess, sprinkling a gentle moonlight for them. The whole poem is implicit and explosive, and the layers of affection between the lines are so strong that they are euphemistic and fresh, and the popular ideas are clearly written, and every word is locked with a touch of melancholy.

Take poetry as the letter and talk about acacia, that's all.

Frustrated, he roamed the rivers and lakes with wine, indulging in Wang Xi women's Yu Chuling and Zhao Feiyan's slender waist dancing.

Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.

-Du Mu's Farewell

The predecessors said: "Tang poetry in the late Wei and Jin Dynasties" refers to romance. Of course, this romance does not refer to the lifestyle, but refers to the temperament, charm and elegance of the characters. In four lines, Du Mu is king, and Fan Chuan is the most evidence among the 340 lines. This poem is meaningful in Bian Xiao's eyes, but it simply tells the story of his dissolute life in the past ten years, which seems to be the kind that is really related to women. It is heartbreaking that such a work without positive energy, personality and feelings should be named "Farewell". Yes, whether he has fallen or not in ten years, he has been labeled as a "poor man". So the poet turned it into self-mockery and left it on paper. All grievances, setbacks, excuses, hatred, indifference and loneliness are not a word, just a gentle nod and a slight smile. Well, whatever you say!

Originally a person can be so sad!

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

-Wang Changling's Parting with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

Bian Xiao chose this poem not because the last sentence is noble and gentlemanly. It's just that the melody of the first two sentences is so beautiful that it makes me uneasy. Yes, poetry should be a kind of music first. Flat and even alternate, from beginning to end, between chanting, words like music notation played between lips and teeth. There is no soundtrack, just reading the lyrics is already a wonderful piece of music. Isn't this the greatest charm of poetry? The Book of Songs is a folk song, Chu Ci is a ballad, Yuefu can be sung, poetry must be sung, and words are filled according to the score, especially Yuan Qu. Bian Xiao's favorite of this poem is the first two sentences, let life slip past him! You know, even if you don't know poetry, it is full of rhythm and rhymes well. The words in Seven Miles in Shang Ping have their own emotional talents, and they are all full.

The indifference, loneliness and calmness in those words are also like an empty valley and a secluded orchid, which makes people feel compelled.

In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

-Du Fu's "On Meeting Li Guinian Downstream"

I never thought this poem was good before. Except for the last sentence, which is a little bourgeois, it's really too ordinary. Especially the first two sentences, even beginners will not write like this, which is nothing new and has no style. Until one day, I saw a book by Mr. Fu Gengsheng, in which he commented on this poem as "vigorous and desolate, resistant to irony". It is precisely because this poem has no decoration, no scenery, no empty or empty elements, extremely ordinary realism and simple narrative, but it makes the world complicated, human feelings warm and cold, and vicissitudes of life extremely transparent, which makes people feel lost. If there are still traces of carving in Old Yuxi's Wuyi Lane, then this one is absolutely natural.

A vulgar everyman like me will be lucky to find it many years later!

Tang Jun men and women fought the Huns to the death, and 5,000 troops in robes were killed in Chen Hu.

Alas, the pile of bones in Wuding River is still the husband of a young woman in my dream.

-Chen Tao's "Longxi"

The first two sentences are fierce, killing people without blinking an eye, and they are quite loyal to serving the country. It's just, it's just that the last two sentences made a sharp turn from the battlefield to home without any transition, ending with missing her husband's wife. It makes people feel great after reading it! Is it wrong to die for your country? Is it wrong to miss your husband? Separated, right? Ruined this country, right? Even the author can't give an answer, only endless sighs. What saddens Bian Xiao most is the last two sentences. It turns out that the most painful thing in the world is not despair, but endless waiting. I always hear people say that "the sadness in my heart is greater than death". When reading this poem, I thought that the painful waiting must be more painful than dying in my heart. What is sadder in the world than waiting for despair? All illusions and hopes are shattered and cannot be picked up.

After a thousand years, it is heartbreaking to read, not to mention the world at that time.