Thunder and lightning are spectacular natural phenomena. Their sound is heard, their light is hard to see, and it is shocking. Ancient people regarded it as instructions from heaven and omens of misfortune and good fortune. In the eyes of ordinary people, thunder and lightning are impressive and should be avoided. However, in the eyes of poets, thunder and lightning are the door to countless magic and illusions.
In the Tang Dynasty Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin·Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu", there is the magnificence of thunder and lightning:
Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gao Qiu, the empty mountain is condensed The clouds are not flowing.
Jiang'e cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the dew fragrant orchid smiles.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
Li Shangyin's "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle is coming" The thunderstorm brings a fantasy myth:
The rustling east wind and drizzle is coming, and there is light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray!
Li Bai's "Cursive Script Song" uses thunder and lightning to express urgency and the heroic and magnificent army:
The young master's name is Huai Su, and his cursive script is known as Dubu in the world. The Beiming fish flies out of the ink pool, and the pen tip kills all the Zhongshan rabbits. The weather is cool in August and September, and the halls are full of drunkards and poets.
The plain linen silk is arranged in several compartments, and the Xuanzhou stone inkstone is ink-colored and shiny. After my master was drunk, he leaned on the rope bed and swept away thousands of them in a moment. The wind and rain are blowing, and the falling flowers and flying snow are endless.
Get up and face the wall without stopping. A line of numbers is as big as a bucket. It's like being frightened by gods and ghosts,
I only see dragons and snakes running away from time to time. The left pan and the right frowned like lightning, as if they were fighting with Chu and Han.
Every family in the seven counties of Hunan has many barrier books and inscriptions. Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying,
How many waves have been named after ancient times. Zhang Dian is old and dead. I follow this principle and do not follow the ancients.