Tang Meng Hao ran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Precautions:
Xiao Chun: It's a spring morning.
Smell: Listen.
Appreciate:
Poetry, from the singing of spring birds, the beating of spring breeze and spring rain, the fading of spring flowers and other sounds, allows readers to transform their hearing into vision, and then use imaginative thinking methods to unfold the spring scenery after a stormy night in front of their eyes. Poetic language is natural and simple, easy to understand, but intriguing: unconsciously, I came to a spring morning, and unconsciously, another bloom flower fell, thinking about the annual spring scenery.
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Three hundred Tang poems, proofreading by Meng Haoran. Complete Tang Poetry: 160_ 187 Volume, selected poems commonly used by Jiang, Wei Liangcheng.