Poetry is condensed to the extreme, and with only a few words, the reader can see a very rich picture and experience all the feelings of the author at that time...... Bridge!

Therefore, the criterion of a good poem and a good word is not to be evaluated by the number of words at all, but to see what kind of picture is shown behind the poem, and what kind of feelings the author had when he created it.

If you watch it for a long time, look left and right, look up and down, and watch it over and over again a dozen times, but you can't see any picture, and you can't experience any feelings, then ...... , which proves that this bridge is really bad, and this poem is not a masterpiece!

Of course, the premise must be to look carefully and experience it carefully, rather than a hasty glance at the poem and a self-righteous and sloppy evaluation.

The picture behind the poem and the author's feelings at that time are the so-called artistic conception.

The reason why it is artistic conception, not context, is because the author's will and feelings are more important than the painting environment behind the poem.

Through the bridge of poetry, we can realize what kind of beautiful feelings the author has when he is creating, and then let himself be edified by this emotion and sublimate his spirit, which is the most important value of poetry itself.

In other words, what you really enjoy when you read poetry is the moment when you are moved together through the bridge of poetry and the author across the barrier of thousands of years of time and space.

Therefore, poetry can be said to be a compressed package, which is an article that is truly condensed with heart after the author's feelings are extremely compressed.

Therefore, when writing poetry, you must write it with your heart and put all your emotions into it, so that you can write a good article that is both full of weight and very infectious.

In a word, there must be a sense of context, there must be both will and feelings, and there must be a very beautiful picture.

Wen Tingyun, the first boss of the Huajian Ci School, left all the poems behind, I dare not say that they are all masterpieces, but it is still no problem to say that most of them are masterpieces.

Not only that, Wen Tingyun's poems are not only beautiful, but also the feelings contained in them are also very full, and the artistic conception is very easy to be experienced by readers.

The word "Wangjiangnan" has only 27 words in total, but the picture described behind this poem is very rich and poignant.

After getting up in the morning and freshening up, a lazy woman leaned against the window alone, staring blankly at the river in the distance.

Ships with white sails passed in front of the woman's eyes, but the passenger ship she wanted to wait for never returned.

From morning to night, until the afterglow of the sunset fell on the river, the woman still stared at the river, not waiting for the passenger ship she was expecting.

Alas...... , She gradually understood that she might not be able to wait any longer, the passenger ship that would never return, finally, after waking up from the dream, the woman finally came back to her senses, looking at the small island on the river in pain, looking at the white floc flying in the sky and drifting with the wind.

This is the picture described in "Wangjiangnan", but after reading this poem, I naturally realized that why Wen Tingyun wrote this poem is just two words - mercy.

I don't know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, just after reading "Wangjiangnan", just like the author did at the beginning, raise my pity and sigh for the poor woman.

Since ancient times, there have been countless poems that have come out of the Bilou, so these works have gathered together to form the Bilou literature.

However, most of the works in Bilou literature are all very vulgar and unbearable, and most of the descriptions are the seductive customs of Bilou women, which are purely written for the sake of description, and there is no trace of good feelings poured into those picturesque works.

But Wen Tingyun and a few people are not like this, their works that can be summarized as Bilou literature are poured into their feelings, which is why those people led by Wen Tingyun are much higher than others...... People use their hearts to condense poems, rather than using their brains to describe the picture.

There are twenty-seven words in "Wangjiangnan", except for the word "broken intestines", there is no word related to emotion, but after reading this poem, you can immediately understand the feelings in the woman's heart and the author's own feelings.

So, what is a good word, this is called a good word!

The lord of Bilou takes love as the theme, and asks to write what love is through poetry, and in the face of Wukong's super move, Song Yuzhi, who is actually a talented Miss Song family, of course, has no shame to put pen to paper.

After five or six minutes, Song Yuzhi threw the pen away in shame, pointed at Wukong angrily and shouted: "No, this is definitely copying! How can you write such words! You have your own ability...... , you write another one!" After shouting super aggrievedly, she looked at Wukong with an extremely complicated expression.

Even if Wukong becomes stupid, he can read out more than a dozen poems at will, so let alone write another one, even if he is writing dozens of songs, he doesn't have any pressure.

So, after Wukong shrugged his shoulders, he walked to the small table in a hurry, and after turning his head and smiling at Song Yuzhi, he didn't even think of it, and just wrote it without thinking about it.

The first song is Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Barbarian": "The hills overlap and the gold disappears, and the temples and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy." Lazy ...... , draw moth eyebrows, make up ...... , grooming late. Before and after the flower, the flower surface ...... , intertwined. New embroidered robes, double ...... , Golden Partridge. ”

After writing this poem, Wukong didn't think it was enjoyable enough, so he flipped over the paper casually, dipped it in ink, and then raised his hand and wrote again: "The golden lock is heavy and the door is quiet, and the window is sad about the autumn sky." Cuihua is gone...... , there is no trace, the jade building sings and blows, and the sound is broken...... , has been with the wind. Yanyue didn't know about personnel changes, and the night was ...... , also shine in the deep palace. The lotus flowers face each other in the wild pond, and the country is killed in secret, and the dew is clear...... , weeping fragrant red. ”

After copying this poem, Wukong was still a little unpleasant, so after thinking about it for a while, he smiled slightly, raised his hand and wrote the third poem, which was very arrogant: "Wandering the rivers and lakes carrying wine, Chu's waist and intestines are light." A dream of floating clouds in a hundred years, winning the ...... of Bilou , Bo - Xing - name. ”

After the half-revised "Sending Huai" was written, Wukong finally felt happy, so he shook his head very arrogantly, threw the pen to the ground, and dragged it away.

Song Yuzhi saw the end from the beginning, but she was also stupid from the beginning to the end, she really couldn't understand why Wukong looked stupid obviously, he was simply the kind of illiterate person who couldn't read a single big word, but he could write four poems in a row, which shocked her to the extreme.

Therefore, while she was thinking sluggishly, the old man silently picked up the small table and quietly returned to the blue building.

Then, without even a minute, he hurriedly ran out and said loudly to the three Wukong: "Everyone, my young lady pleads with the three distinguished guests...... , enter the building and narrate. ”