Digital poetry, amazingly beautiful

I don’t know if you have noticed that when numbers are added to the poems, the poems also have a different flavor. Simple numbers, once encountered Seeing the broad and profound Chinese characters, colliding with them sparks sparks, but it also becomes beautiful and affectionate, which is amazing.

Once you go two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun.

There are six or seven high platforms with eighty or ninety flowers.

——Song Shaoyong "Song of Mountain Village"

This simple but catchy ancient poem is believed to be a warm childhood memory for many people. After walking for two or three miles, four or five families could be seen in the village shrouded in smoke. There are six or seven high platforms in the distance, and there are flowers one after another. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and ninety are all collected, and one can feel the joy of the poet, when the scenery jumps into sight one by one, the kind of joy from the heart! This ordinary village is really beautiful and moving. The poet is just a simple number, connecting the nouns together, but it is full of vitality, making people feel like they are there.

Digital poetry is actually the most popular among children because it is simple and has a sense of rhythm.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, seven, eighty, ninety pieces.

Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into plum blossoms and disappearing.

——Qing·Zheng Xie's "Snow"

Snowflakes are falling, the sky is full, how many snowflakes are there? One piece, two pieces, until thousands of pieces, the number is innumerable. A tree of plum blossoms stands proudly facing the snow, and the snowflakes blend with the plum blossoms. How can we tell who is who? The sky is full of wind and snow, but Hanmei has leaked the news of spring.

Zheng Xie's use of numbers is handy and proficient. Behind the seemingly simple lines, there is a distant artistic conception.

One, two or three branches of bamboo, four, five or six green leaves.

Naturally sparse and light, why overlap.

——Qing Zhengxie "Ode to Bamboo"

In the poet's eyes, one or two branches of bamboo, four or five green leaves, innocent and natural, sparse and light are good. Why do you need to make things overlapping and blindly pursue complexity? What the poet likes is the lightness and elegance of bamboo, just like his spiritual pursuit, not asking for more, the most important thing is nature, and freedom.

People often use beautiful words to praise all good things, but the role played by numbers is sometimes better.

Two orioles singing in green willows, and a row of egrets in the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of thousands of years in Xiling, and the gate is moored by Dongwu Wanli Ship.

——Tang Du Fu "Quatrains"

The living environment of the poet is so beautiful, just the scene outside the window is intoxicating. On the green willow tree, two orioles were singing happily, and under the blue sky, a group of egrets flew neatly by. The snow-capped Xiling Snow Mountain is in the window, and the boats from Soochow are parked outside the door. You can enjoy the spring without leaving your home. This happiness is too simple.

The combination of beauty and numbers has always worked wonders, and how could poets miss it?

The jasper is made up to the height of a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

——Tang He Zhizhang "Ode to the Willow"

The willow trees in spring are tall and green, like jasper. Tens of thousands of willows hang down and sway like countless soft green silk ribbons. I don't know who cut this delicate thin leaf. The spring breeze in February is really like a pair of scissors. The willow trees are cut so gracefully, and the spring is so charming!

In a poem, the sentence that people remember most is often related to numbers. Maybe numbers are easier to remember Back it.

You should pity the moss on the teeth of clogs, and the door of Xiaokou Chai will not open for a long time.

The garden was full of spring, and a branch of red apricot came out of the wall.

——Song Ye Shaoweng "The Garden Is Not Worth It"

The poet went to visit a friend, but he did not meet him. He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response. He couldn't help but joked that maybe his friend was afraid that his clogs would damage the moss in the garden. When you look up, how can the spring scenery in the garden be closed? A delicate and lively red apricot has been poked out, as if to say, hello, hello. Only one branch is seen, which means that the garden is full of grand scenery. In spring, it really can't be closed.

The numbers in the poems may not be real numbers, but they are more vivid. Numbers are sometimes equivalent to adjectives.

Rizhao censer emits purple smoke, looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river.

Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days.

——Tang·Li Bai "Looking at Lushan Waterfall"

Xianglu Peak rises in purple smoke under the sunlight. From a distance, the waterfall looks like white silk hanging on the mountain forward. The waterfall rushing down from the high mountain is so majestic that it seems to be thousands of feet high. It makes people suspect that it is the Milky Way from the sky falling down to the human world! Three thousand feet, suddenly there is a sense of picture, even a sense of oppression!

For Li Bai, a little exaggeration can express his mood and feelings more vividly, cool!

Chaoci Baidi among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and tombs returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

——Tang Li Bai "Early Hair Baidi City"

Starting from Baidi City in the early morning, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and Jiangling, which is thousands of miles away, can be reached in one day. The sounds of apes on both sides of the strait echoed endlessly, and the light boat had already passed one layer after another of green hills! This speed is like riding the wind.

In the poems, there are "many" written in numbers.

Thousands of miles of warbler cries green and red are reflected, water villages, mountains, guo wine flags are windy.

The four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the mist and rain.

——Tang Du Mu "Jiangnanchun"

In the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, the song of the oriole is everywhere, the green trees reflect the red flowers, the villages among the mountains and rivers, and in front of the restaurants are flying banner. The scenery is so charming, are the countless temples built in the Southern Dynasties still there? I saw towers and towers silent in the mist and rain, time never stops, and what kind of thinking will those historical relics bring to people? So what about four hundred and eighty temples? In the end, it was nothing but a void.

In poems, "less" is also written in numbers.

One ​​coir, one hat and one flat boat, one foot of silk and one inch hook.

One ​​song and one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone and one river autumn.

——Qing. Wang Shizhen's "Only Fishing on the Autumn River"

Inside, the numbers are all one, a coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, a boat with leaves, a silk thread of one foot, and a fishhook of one inch , a song, a bottle of wine, it turned out to be a person fishing beside a river of autumn water! He will not be alone, because he already owns the whole world, returns to himself, and does not forget his heart, so he can be at ease.

Digital poetry is better than simple, simple, without complicated meanings, but it is back to basics.

The lights are on at the third watch and the chicken at the fifth watch, which is when the boy is studying.

The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late.

——Tang Yan Zhenqing "Encouraging Learning"

The lights are on at the third watch, the rooster crows at the fifth watch, and midnight is a good time for men to read books. When I was young, I didn't know how to study hard. When the years are wasted, time is gone, and it's too late to regret it!

How many unknown things are there in simple numbers? Listen to the poet one by one.

Two sentences for three years, one song and two tears.

If you don't appreciate your bosom friend, you will return to my hometown in autumn.

——Tang Jiadao "After Inscribing Poems"

Jia Dao, a bitter poet, talked about his "bitter history". For two lines of poetry, I thought hard for three years, It was finally written, and when I read it, I couldn't help but burst into tears. If no one appreciates it, then what's the point? I'd better go back to my hometown, Akiyama!

In life, it is not easy for anyone. Some people always carry forward with heavy burdens for survival and dreams.

Running north and south to report the Lord's love, the river lace grass laughs all his life.

There are three hundred and sixty days in a year, and most of them are traveling on horseback.

——Ming Qi Jiguang "Working Now"

Riding on the battlefield, moving to the north and south is to repay the kindness of the Holy One. Three hundred and sixty days a year, I always ride a horse and carry weapons to serve my country on the battlefield. Time, just now, flies by quickly.

It is not uncommon to express thoughts with numbers.

It's only been seven days since spring started, and it's been two years since I left home.

People go back after the geese, and think before the flowers.

——Sui·Xue Daoheng's "Returning Every Day"

It has only been seven days since spring began, but it has been two years since the poet left home! The date of returning home is after the wild geese returning to the north, but the idea of ​​going home is long before the spring flowers bloom! Moreover, it is urgent! Seven days is like a year, but how did you spend the past two years?

Missing has no time limit, day and night, there is nowhere to escape.

Shu Kingdom once heard cuckoo birds, and Xuancheng also saw rhododendrons.

One ​​call, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months, three memories.

——Tang Li Bai "Azalea in Xuancheng"

When I was in the Kingdom of Shu, I heard the singing of cuckoos, but when I arrived in Xuancheng, I saw azaleas. The cuckoo's song is desolate and sad, which makes people feel heartbroken. In this late spring season, the birds sing sadly and the flowers bloom red, which makes people feel homesick!

For lovers, the numbers are even more serious, and the separation over time is unbearable.

Bi Caige Xi, I don’t see you for a day, like March Xi.

Bi Cai is Xiaoxi, and if I don’t see you for a day, it’s like three autumns.

Bi Caiaixi, I haven't seen you for a day, like three years old.

——Pre-Qin·Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Wang Feng·Caige"

You go to pick geese, and if you don’t see each other for a day, it seems like three months. You go to pick xiao, and if you don’t see each other for a day, it seems like three autumns have passed. When you go to pick mugwort, if you don’t see each other for a day, it’s like three years, the longing makes you want to go crazy!

In love, there is only me and only you. When we are together, it is happiness. Once we are separated, it will be eternal pain.

One ​​generation and one couple in a lifetime, fighting for two places of ecstasy.

Who loves each other but who loves each other?

It's easy to beg to the blue bridge, but it's hard to go to the blue sea.

If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget about poverty.

——Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty, "Flower Hall Spring"

For a lifetime, we meet together, but God's will tricks people, let us separate the two ends, saddened. Missing each other, but unable to meet each other, for whom did God send this beautiful spring? Pei Hang begged for blood from Lanqiao and got his wife Yunying; Chang'e stole the elixir and flew to the Moon Palace. If you can fly across the Milky Way to reunite like Cowherd and Weaver Girl, even if you are poor, you will be willing.

Numbers in poetry are no longer just numbers. When numbers are stained with poetry, they have the same sensibility as words. Those numbers, It can be called the finishing touch! From one to ten, from one thousand to ten thousand, there are infinite worlds hidden in it, and how many sad and happy lives are written!

-Author-

He Yu, I like it The woman of poetry, looking for beautiful details in the four seasons, may time leave warm memories.