1. Poems about Yuchou
Poems about Yuchou 1. What are the poems that describe Yuchou?
The poems that describe Yuchou include "Last night" "The rain is sparse and the wind is sudden", "The rain is crying at dusk", "The rain is shaking and the rain is falling", "The rain is falling off the catalpa tree at night", "The rain is desolate at dusk".
Source and appreciation of the poem:
"Like a Dream, the Rain and Wind Last Night"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
It was rainy and windy last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but I found that the crabapples were still the same. Do you know, do you know, it should be green fat, red and thin.
This little poem has characters, scenes, and dialogues, which fully demonstrates the expressive power of Song poetry and the talent of the poet.
"The rain last night was light and the wind was violent" refers to the rain and wind last night. Shu, literally means sparse and sparse, rather than the usual meaning of sparse. It was spring, and the famous flowers were blooming, but then the wind and rain came to force me. I was in such a state of mind that I couldn't fall asleep, so I had to drink to relieve my sorrow. I drank too much and slept heavily. As a result, when I woke up, it was already broad daylight. But the mood of last night was already in my chest, so as soon as I got up, I wanted to ask about the things that were hanging in my mind. So she hurriedly asked the maid who was cleaning up the house and opening the curtains: How is the Begonia flower? The maid looked at it and replied with a smile: "It's not bad. After a night of wind and rain, the crabapples haven't changed at all!" After hearing this, the hostess sighed angrily, "Silly girl, do you know that the crabapple bushes are already very red? Have you seen too much green? "
"Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple"
Year: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple , the temple is near Lanxi River, which flows to the west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless, and the raindrops are crying at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
This poem is written from the scenery of mountains and rivers, but its purpose is to explore the philosophy of life and express the author's love for life and broad-minded and optimistic attitude towards life. The whole poem is like a high-spirited symphony of life, a manifesto of an old man with ambitions of thousands of miles, revealing the call for youthful vitality, yearning and pursuit of the future. Reading it makes people strive for self-improvement.
The upper column describes the elegant scenery and environment of Lanxi River in late spring in March: the creek flows under the mountain, and the orchid grass on the bank has just sprouted delicate buds. The sandy road among the pine forests seems to have been washed by a clear spring, spotless and extremely clean. It was drizzling in the evening, and the cuckoo's call came from outside the temple. The author selects several characteristic scenery and depicts a bright and fresh landscape painting, which makes people immersed in the scene and feels relaxed and happy, showing the poet's love for nature and persistence in life.
"Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang
Once a hard encounter occurs, the stars fall all around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind throws catkins, and the life experience is precarious and the rain beats the catkins.
The emperor is afraid. The emperor is afraid on the beach, and he is alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Wen Tianxiang (June 6, 1236 - January 9, 1283), Han nationality, was a native of Luling, Jizhou (now Ji'an County, Jiangxi Province). He was a national hero of the Southern Song Dynasty. His first name was Yunsun and his courtesy name was Tianxiang. After being selected as a tribute, he changed his name to Tianxiang and changed his name to Lushan. After winning the first prize in the fourth year of Baoyou (1256), he changed his name to Song Rui. Later, because he lived in Wenshan, he was named Wenshan and Fuxiu Taoren. Wen Tianxiang's reputation as a loyal martyr was passed down to future generations. While he was in prison, Emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty persuaded him to surrender with a high official and generous salary. Wen Tianxiang would rather die than surrender and go to justice calmly. His life deeds were praised by later generations. Together with Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie, he was known as the "Three Heroes of the Late Song Dynasty".
"Huanxi Sand"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
No one is near the house. The late rain takes off the catalpa trees.
Who would pity Ji Zi's Diaoqiu? I wish I had no hope in this world.
It seems that you must ask the ancients for help. The cold pines and cypresses are willing to start autumn.
Su Shi (1037-1101), a writer, calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.
His given name was Zizhan, also given the name Hezhong, and his nickname was Dongpo Jushi. Han nationality, from Meishan, Meizhou (now part of Sichuan). Together with his father Su Xun and his younger brother Su Zhe, they are collectively known as Sansu. He is an all-rounder in literature and art. His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. His poems are fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggerated metaphors, and has a unique style in artistic expression. Together with Huang Tingjian, he is called Su Huang. He was a bold and unrestrained school and had great influence on future generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He was able to create his own ideas. His brushwork was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. Together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang, he was called the Fourth Song Dynasty. He is a scholar of painting and literature, he likes to paint dead trees and strange rocks, and he advocates spiritual resemblance in painting. His poems include "Seven Collections of Dongpo" and his poems include "Dongpo Yuefu".
"Dielianhua·Baozhuo is as thin as a coral mountain"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ouyang Xiu
Baozhuo is as thin as a coral mountain. The slow bun is lightly gathered, and a cloud grows on the sleeves. Last night the beauty met her for the first time. On the situation of love.
Several stacks of mandarin duck quilts are wrinkled with red waves. I secretly feel the golden hairpin, and the sound of clanking is intertwined. After the Chutai people dreamed. The desolate evening rain touches the embroidery.
Ouyang Xiu (1007-1073), also known as Yongshu, also known as Zuiweng and Liuyi layman. Han nationality, from Yongfeng, Ji'an (now part of Jiangxi Province), calling themselves Luling (from Shaxi, now Yongfeng County). Posthumously named Wenzhong, known as Ouyang Wenzhonggong in the world, he was an outstanding writer and historian in the Northern Song Dynasty. Ouyang Xiu was born in Mianzhou, Sichuan (now Fucheng District, Mianyang City, Sichuan). His ancestral home is Yongfeng, Jiangxi. He was a politician, writer, historian and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Named Yongshu, posthumous title: Ouyang Xiuxiang, nicknamed Wenzhong, drunken old man, and Liuyi layman in his later years. Together with Han Yu (Tang Dynasty), Liu Zongyuan, (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi, Su Xun, Su Shi, Su Che, and Zeng Gong, they are collectively known as the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties".
2. Are there any poems about rain sorrow?
The red lips of the store are lonely in the boudoir, and there are thousands of strands of sorrow in the soft intestine.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning on the railings all over the place, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Tim the word picking mulberry seeds Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The atrium is filled with shade; the atrium is filled with shade, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow, and it rains every bit; it rains every little bit, and it hurts the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it! Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I have always been, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return. -------Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo" Poppy? Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie The young man listens to Yu's song upstairs, and the tent is darkened by red candles.
When a young man listens to the rain in his boat, the clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house, and there are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from day to day. "Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao Looking and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Li Qingzhao's "The sycamore trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.
How can the word "sorrow" be used this time?" Use rain to write about sadness, and the rain drops, day and night. The strands of rain are dense and dense, highlighting the sadness and pain of the poet who sheds tears and spends his days in pain.
Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night represent the true suffering of separation and love. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the empty steps drip into the clear sky. Thousands of miles in the green grass lake, one person walks in the yellow plum rain.
I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of wind and dark waves hitting the boat. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha" When I saw the moon in the palace, I looked sad, and when it rained at night, I heard the sound of heartbroken bells.
——Tang·Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" Huanxi Sha Northern Song Dynasty - Qin Guan It's deserted and cold, and I go up to the small building, The dawn is like a rogue in the poor autumn. Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow.
Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain.
Qin Guan's "The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow". The metaphor of flowers and rain is clever and unique. The poet does not say that dreams are like flying flowers and sorrow is like drizzle, but that flying flowers are like dreams and drizzle is like sorrow, turning concrete into abstraction and finite into infinite, leaving an artistic blank of novelty, mystery and extravagant imagination.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and wadding, and the plums are yellowing and raining - He Zhu He Zhu's "How many leisure sorrows are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and wadding, and the plums are yellowing and raining", the poet turns the sorrow into a concrete image. The description uses the smoke-like green grass on the river bank, the rippling catkins in the wind, and the continuous rain when the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are used to describe the melancholy spring days turning into melancholy rains. Thinking of the past romances, secretly hurting like this (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi") Floor The head is broken and I dream about the fifth hour, and the flower bottom is sad about the March rain. ----Yan Shu Yan Shu's "The lingering dream at the top of the building is at the fifth watch of the clock, and the March rain at the bottom of the flowers is the sorrow of separation", which describes the pain of separation and lovesickness of an abandoned wife.
The spring rain in March is like a wisp of silk, endless, like smoke and fog, lingering and difficult to get rid of. This is similar to the sorrow and lingering resentment in the heart of an abandoned wife.
3. Verses describing rain and sorrow
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—Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou" The sycamore trees are drizzling more and more, and it is raining bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat in Shuangxi, but I am afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
——Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun" The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as a person's. ——Li Bai's "Qiupu Song" The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
——Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand" The clear dreams fade away by the sun, and the beauty in the mirror changes. Spring is gone, and thousands of sorrows are falling like the sea.
——Qin Guan's "Qianqiu Sui" The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is like spring water. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha" It is the sorrow of separation that cannot be cut, and the reason remains chaotic.
Don’t have the ordinary feeling in your heart. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" The young man doesn't know the feeling of sorrow, so he falls in love with the upstairs, falls in love with the upstairs, and expresses his sorrow in order to compose new poems.
Now that I know all the sadness, I want to say goodbye, but I want to say goodbye, but I say it’s a cool autumn! ——Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave" The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, one kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum" There is no way to deal with this situation.
4. Poems describing Yuchou
"Huanxi Sand"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qin Guan
Indifferent and cold, on the small road Upstairs, the dawn is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke billows into the screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtains hang with small silver hooks.
Spreading through the sand of Huanxi· Hand-rolling real pearls with jade hooks
Author] Li Jing
Hand-rolling real pearls with jade hooks, locking the heavy building with the regret of the previous spring. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.
Walking on the sand·Green all over the east mountain
[Author] Li Zhiyi
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Green all over the east mountain, the cold returns to the west. Clearly recognize the place where spring comes. The light wind and drizzle make people more sad. How can Gaotang be empty in the morning and evening?
Separation and hatred find each other, and drunkenness has no trace. The willow branches count the years again. Who would have known that after all the love, Zheng Fan would be sent away after his soul was broken.
5. Use rain to write sad poems
Freely flying flowers are as light as dreams, boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow----Qin Guan Qin Guan's "Freely Flying Flowers" "Light as a dream, boundless silk rain as thin as sorrow." Describing flowers and rain, the metaphor is clever and unique.
The poet does not say that dreams are like flying flowers and sorrow is like drizzle, but that flying flowers are like dreams and drizzle is like sorrow, turning the concrete into abstract and the finite into infinite, leaving people with novelty, mystery and imagination. art blank. The lingering dreams at the top of the building are at five o'clock, and the March rain is leaving melancholy at the bottom of the flowers.
----Yan Shu Yan Shu's "The lingering dream at the top of the building at the fifth watch of the clock, the March rain at the bottom of the flower" describes the pain of an abandoned woman's separation and lovesickness. The spring rain in March is like a patter, like a thread, endless, like smoke and fog, lingering and difficult to get rid of.
This is similar to the sorrow and lingering bitterness and hatred in the heart of an abandoned wife. The sycamore trees are also drizzling, and it is drizzling at dusk. This time, how can I be so sad? ------Li Qingzhao Li Qingzhao's "The sycamore trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how can the word "sorrow" be enough!" Use rain to write sadness, every drop of rain. Drop, don't give up day and night. The strands of rain are dense and dense, highlighting the sadness and pain of the poet who sheds tears and spends his days in pain.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and wadding, and the plums are yellowing and raining - He Zhu He Zhu's "How many leisure sorrows are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and wadding, and the plums are yellowing and raining", the poet turns the sorrow into a concrete image. The description uses the smoky green grass on the river bank, the rippling catkins in the wind, and the continuous rain when the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are used to describe the melancholy spring days turning into sad rains. Thinking of the past romantic affairs, secretly hurting like this (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi") Wen Tingyun "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night indicate the bitterness of separation and love. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, dripping down the empty steps to the Ming Dynasty Palace, I saw the sad look of the moon, and heard the sound of broken bells and heartbroken bells in the rain of tears.
——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Thousands of miles in the Qingcao Lake, one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the waves and the waves hitting the boats.
——"Langtaosha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
6. Use rain to write poems about sorrow
Shop's red lips
Lonely in the boudoir, one inch of soft intestine is filled with thousands of strands of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Tim the word picking mulberry seeds
Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? The atrium is filled with shade; the atrium is filled with shade, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions.
The midnight rain falls on my sad pillow, and every drop of rain drops; every drop of rain and rain, brings sadness to the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it!
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
-------Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo"
Poppy? Ting Yu
Jiang Jie
Young Ting Yu On the singing tower, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.
A young man listens to the rain in a boat,
The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call to the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut,
There are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
Every step lasts until dawn.
"Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Li Qingzhao's "The sycamore trees are drizzled with rain, bit by bit, at dusk. This time, how can the word "sorrow" be enough!" Use rain to write about sadness, and the rain drops, bit by bit, linger day and night. The strands of rain are dense and dense, highlighting the sadness and pain of the poet who sheds tears and spends his days in pain.
Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and true suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the empty steps drip into the sky
Thousands of miles in the Qingcao Lake, one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the waves and the waves hitting the boats.
——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of heartbroken bells in the rain at night. ——Tang·Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
Huanxisha Northern Song Dynasty - Qin Guan
Momo Qinghan went up to the small building,
The rogue in Xiaoyin is like a poor autumn.
The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen quietly.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams,
The boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
The treasure curtain is hung with small silver hooks.
Qin Guan's "The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow". The metaphor of flowers and rain is clever and unique. The poet does not say that dreams are like flying flowers and sorrow is like drizzle, but that flying flowers are like dreams and drizzle is like sorrow, turning concrete into abstraction and finite into infinite, leaving an artistic blank of novelty, mystery and extravagant imagination.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and catkins, and the plums are in yellow and rain - He Zhu
In He Zhu's "How many leisure and sorrows are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and catkins, and the plums are in yellow and rain", the poet will The sadness is turned into concrete images to describe, using the smoke-like green grass on the river bank, the rippling catkins in the wind, and the continuous rain when the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are used to describe the abundance of leisurely sadness
The spring day turns into a sad day and rain, thinking about it The romance in the past was so sad (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi")
The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock, and the March rain is leaving melancholy at the bottom of the flower. ----Yan Shu
Yan Shu's "The lingering dream at the top of the building at the fifth watch of the clock, the March rain at the bottom of the flowers" describes the pain of an abandoned wife's separation and lovesickness. The spring rain in March is like a patter, like a thread, endless, like smoke and fog, lingering and difficult to get rid of. This is similar to the sorrow and lingering resentment in the heart of an abandoned wife.