The word Niannujiao is defined as the first ten sentences, with nine words and one level voice, and the last ten sentences with two levels voice. The word "pouting" is mainly used in the study of sentence foot, which constitutes an angry emotion, and the expressed emotion appears intense and sad. Even if the author chooses eroticism as the theme, writing it is not a feeling.
For example, Song Xin Qi Ji's "Niannujiao Liu Shudong Village Wall" is not as sentimental as usual graceful words, but it seems to be full of emotion. The rhyme of this sound is fixed by the rhyme of the melody. In rhyme, there are differences between rising tone, falling tone and entering tone.
Shang and Quyun are suitable for expressing quiet and lofty feelings. Entering rhyme is suitable for expressing heroic feelings. Later poets wrote Niannujiao, and most of them liked to use rhyme. The reason is that entering rhyme helps to express vigorous thoughts and feelings powerfully.
Related poems:
Niannujiao Liu Shudong Village Wall
Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
Original text:
Wild pond flowers fall, rush by, clear. The east wind deceives the guest's dream, and the pillow is cold and timid. This place was once different when the bow was bent on the bank and the willow was a horse. The building is empty, and the old Swift can talk.
I heard that I was in the east, and pedestrians met me, and the curtain was long. The old hatred in Chunjiang continues, and the new hatred in Yunshan is thousands of times. I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. You should also be surprised to ask: How many Fahua are there recently?
Translation:
Wild pond flowers fall, Tomb-Sweeping Day hurried by. Dongfeng bullied passers-by on the road and awakened my short dream. A chill blew on my lonely pillow, and I felt a little cold. On the bank of the winding river, I once raised a glass to drink with a beautiful woman. Under the weeping willows, I once left beautiful women here. Now that people are gone, only the swallow of the past still lives here, and only it can witness the joy of that time.
It is said that in the east of the busy street, pedestrians have seen her beautiful feet under the curtains. Old things flow like spring in Jiang Xiangdong, gone forever, and new regrets are like Yunshan. If one day, we meet again at the banquet, she will be like a flower in the mirror, and I can't open it. She will be surprised that my hair has turned white again.