Meng Haoran was a poet of the Tang Dynasty landscape pastoral school, he studied hard since childhood, and lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain to study when he was young, and his poetry was widely recognized by poets.
His poetic style is simple and unpretentious, his language is concise and not pretentious, his emotions are sincere and not pretentious, and his works mostly revolve around landscapes and pastoral and secluded life, as well as the mood of prison service.
Meng Haoran's poems remove all unnecessary and incongruous elements, and are simple and clear. As said in "Miscellaneous Essays on Tang Poetry": "It is so faint that you can't see the poem, which is the real Meng Haoran's poem." ”
Don Meng Haoran
The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.
The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.
Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.
Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums.
When Meng Haoran lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain, he was invited to the house of an old friend surnamed Tian as a guest, and he felt the simple and natural pastoral scenery.
This idyllic poem not only describes the quiet and leisurely life of the farmer, but also writes about the friendship of old friends, expressing the poet's yearning for pastoral life. The whole poem is fresh and timeless, poetic and mellow, just like a Chinese painting of pastoral scenery, which has become a masterpiece of pastoral poetry since the Tang Dynasty.
An old friend prepares a sumptuous meal and invites me to his farmhouse. Verdant forests surround the village, and green hills loom outside the castle.
I opened the window and faced the grain garden, drinking with friends and chatting about farming. On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, I will come here to watch the chrysanthemums and taste the chrysanthemum wine.
Don Meng Haoran
The bell of the mountain temple is already dark, and the fishing beam ferry is noisy.
People followed the sand bank to Jiangcun, and Yu also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moon shines on the smoke tree in Lumen, and suddenly arrives at the hidden place of Pang Gong.
The pine path of the rock is long and lonely, and only the ghost comes and goes.
Meng Haoran was more than 40 years old and tried repeatedly in Chang'an, disheartened, and returned to Xiangyang. With respect for the sage Pang Degong, he opened a residence in Lumen Mountain.
This poem is full of poetry, revealing the hermit's leisurely tranquility and unrestrainedness, and expressing the poet's hidden feelings. The poet's tranquil state of mind complements the secluded taste of leisure, and at the same time, it also implies the mood of loneliness and lack of relatives.
It was almost dusk, the bells of the temples in the mountains were ringing, the Yuliang ferry was noisy, and people were busy fighting to cross the river. Pedestrians walked along the sandy shore towards Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen Mountain.
The bright moonlight reflected Lumen Mountain, and the mountain trees were misty. I suddenly arrived at Pang Gong's retreat. The stone gates and pine forests in the caves are so quiet and silent that only the reclusive people come and go leisurely here.
Don Meng Haoran
The wood falls to the south, and the north wind is cold on the river.
My family's Xiangshui Qu is far away from Chu Yun.
The hometown tears are exhausted, and the lonely sail is seen in the sky.
The maze wants to ask, and the sea is long.
This is a lyrical poem written by Meng Haoran when he roamed Wuyue, nostalgic for homesickness. The emotions of the whole poem are complex. The poet not only envies the pastoral life and intends to retreat, but also wants to seek officials to do things in order to show his ambitions.
The whole poem reveals the author's melancholy and confusion and genuine homesickness after hitting the wall in Chang'an, with a deep and subtle style, without any traces of axe and chisel.
The leaves are falling, the geese are flying south, the north wind is howling, and the bleak river is cold outside. My family lives by the curved Xiangshui, looking at Chu from afar, as if by the vast sea of clouds.
Living in a foreign country, the tears of homesickness have been exhausted, and the lonely sail of returning from afar in the sky. I want to ask where the lost ferry is, the twilight is vast, only the surging river ripples in the sunset.
Don Meng Haoran
The August Lake is level, and the culvert is too clear.
The steaming cloud Mengze shook Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will be ashamed and sage.
Sitting and watching the anglers, there is nothing to envy the fish.
This is a typical dry poem, and it is also one of the representative works of landscape poetry in the Tang Dynasty. In 733 AD, Meng Haoran traveled west to Chang'an and wrote this poem and presented it to Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister at that time, hoping to be appreciated and valued by Zhang Jiuling.
In August, Dongting Lake is almost level with the shore, and the vast lake surface is in harmony with the sky. Yunmeng Erze's water vapor is steaming and white, and the waves in the lake seem to shake Yueyang City.
I want to cross the water, but there is no boat, and I am idle, and I am worthy of the saint of the Shengming era. Sitting on the shore and watching the anglers, I can't help but feel envy in my heart.
Steaming clouds and dreams, shaking Yueyang City", the realm is open, depicting the vast situation and magnificent landscape of Dongting Lake for 800 miles, achieving a shocking effect, which has always been popular among the people, and has become a famous sentence describing Dongting Lake.
Don Meng Haoran
The north is closed to the book, and the south mountain is returned to the house.
Not only does it know that the Lord abandons, and many people are sick and sparse.
The gray hair urges the old, and the green sun forces the old age.
Forever sorrowful, pine moon night window empty.
In 728, the forty-year-old Meng Haoran Ying Jinshi was dismissed. The failure of this exam made him very frustrated and depressed, and he wrote this poem to vent a sense of resentment.
I no longer stated what I had seen in front of the imperial palace, and retreated to my dilapidated thatched hut in Nanshan. It was only because of his lack of talent that the monarch was abandoned, and because of his physical illness, his old friends gradually became estranged.
The gray hair gradually increases, as if urging people to grow old, the twilight of the year has arrived, and the new year is coming. I often have thousands of sorrows in my heart, which makes people unable to sleep at night, and the pine shadow and moonlight reflect the window, and there is silence all around.
The cold winter night shines the cold light into the window, which not only reflects the cold and lonely environment, but also reflects the poet's sad mood after seeking help, subtle and euphemistic, the scene blends, and the charm is long. "Tang and Song Dynasty Poems" comment: The ending is wonderful.
Don Meng Haoran
Jing Wu connects the water as the township, and Jun goes to the spring river is vast.
Where to sail at dusk, the end of the world is broken.
Jingzhou and Dongwu are close to each other, and the rivers are vertical and horizontal. When you leave, the river is vast and full of smoke and clouds.
In the evening, the boat will be moored in **? Raising his eyes to the sky, the infinite thoughts are heartbreaking.
Meng Haoran's friend Du Huang was going to leave Jingdi for Soochow, and Meng Haoran wrote this farewell poem for his friend Du Huang to see him off. This poem can be called the best of Meng Haoran's seven uniques, and it is written with great intention.
This poem starts from the writing scene, through the strong contrast between the misty spring river and the lonely boat and a leaf, and issues an affectionate question of "where to sail at sunset", which fully expresses the concern and concern for his friends, and also reflects the sincere friendship between the poet and his friends.
Don Meng Haoran
Personnel have metabolism, and exchanges have become ancient and modern.
The rivers and mountains leave traces of victory, and our generation will come again.
The water falls and the fish beam is shallow, and the weather is cold and the dream is deep.
The sheep monument is still there, and I am in tears after reading it.
This is a sentimental work that touches the scene and hurts. Da Xian Mountain is a famous scenic spot in Xiangyang, and Meng Haoran has lived near Da Xian Mountain for most of his life. Because of the lack of encounter, the mood is depressed, the poet and his friends climbed the first mountain, hanging the sheep monument, thinking that he has empty ambitions, he does not feel extremely sad, wrote this masterpiece, expressed his feelings. The whole poem borrows from the ancient expression, blends the scene, lyricism and reasoning in one furnace, and the feelings are sincere and deep.
People and things in the world are always changing. Spring goes to autumn, summer goes to cold, and time keeps passing. The great rivers and mountains have left behind the places of interest, and now we come to climb and look far away.
The river receded, and I saw that Yuliangzhou was exposed to the water, and Yunmengze was even more vast and boundless. The monument of the Jin people Yanghu is still standing majestically on Dashou Mountain, thinking that he is still a "cloth clothes" and doing nothing, tears can't help but wet the placket.
Don Meng Haoran
Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.
The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.
Meng Haoran spent most of his life in seclusion in his hometown of Lumen Mountain, and when he was in his forties, he went to Chang'an and Luoyang to seek fame, and roamed in Wu, Yue, Hunan, Fujian and other places. The poem was written during his roaming of Wuyue in 730.
This is a poem describing the thoughts of detention and travel, outlining a timeless autumn river twilight ink painting, which is a famous poem among the five masterpieces of the Tang Dynasty. He was alone, facing the vast expanse of the four fields, the long river, the scenery of the bright moon and the lonely boat, the melancholy of the detention trip, the longing of his hometown, the frustration of his career, and the disillusionment of his ideals, and a thousand sorrows came to his heart.
The boats are moored beside the smoky sandbar, and the vast twilight adds a new layer of sorrow to visitors.
The fields are boundless, and the sky in the distance seems lower than the nearby woods; The water of the river is clear, and the moon shadow in the river is as close as mine.
Don Meng Haoran
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit is happy.
Looking at each other and trying to climb high, the heart flies away with the geese.
Sorrow is due to the twilight, and the prosperity is the autumn hair.
When I saw the people returning to the village, the sand crossed the head to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continent is like the moon.
Why should he bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
This is a poem about climbing high and looking far away in autumn and missing old friends. Meng Haoran lived near Yan Mountain, so he climbed the Lan Mountain opposite Yan Mountain to look at Zhang Wu from afar, and wrote poems to express his wishes.
Climb this white cloud-shrouded mountain peak, with white clouds as a companion, and a kind of joy beyond the mundane rises in my heart. I tried to climb the mountain and look into the distance, and my mood had already gone with the wild goose.
The faint twilight touched the sorrow of Siyou, and the refreshing autumn air aroused the poet's interest. On the mountain, I often see people returning to the village in twos and threes, and they are resting on the beach of the ferry.
Looking into the distance, the trees on the riverbank stretch out to the sky, like shepherd's cabbage, looking down on the sandbar on the riverbank, bending and twisting, like a crescent moon. When will you be able to climb the heights with wine and drink together during the Chung Yeung Festival?
The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continent is like the moon. These two lines of poetry are quiet and lofty, and have always been popular. Looking into the distance, the trees on the horizon looked as thin as shepherd's cabbage, and the white sandbar was clearly visible in the haze of dusk, as if it was covered with a layer of moonlight. This poem is born with the scenery and the scenes are blended, which not only shows the quiet atmosphere of the countryside, but also expresses the longing for friends.
Don Meng Haoran
I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.
Meng Haoran's well-known works, which have been recited and chanted for thousands of years, seem to contain endless artistic treasures in just 20 words. Its charm lies not in the ornate rhetoric, but in the infinite charm. The style of the whole poem is as easy and natural as flowing water, but it is far-reaching and profound, and it is unique.
I slept soundly on a spring night, not knowing that it was dawn, and only heard birds chirping everywhere.
Remembering the sound of the wind and rain last night, I don't know how many flowers were knocked down?