Shen Yuan listens to the rain (Author: Ding Tianyi)
"Red hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no! Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears are red all over the city, peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! "
On rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River, the continuous rain is like endless silver lines, dripping from morning till night. In this wet rainy season, I visited Shen Garden in the rain.
It's raining all the time in Shen Yuan, and it's soft and floating. There are not many tourists in the huge garden. The faint ancient music in the distance floated with the rain, which made people feel like they were in a dream world, a little cold, a little worried, a little wet and a little disappointed!
Shen Yuan, have you ever had such leisure and calmness?
Follow the cobblestone path gently clicked by the rain, climb the steps, stand at the solitary crane pavilion and look at the foggy Shenyang garden, listening to the rain beating on the cornice of the solitary crane pavilion. Suddenly I looked up and saw the couplets inscribed by the famous calligrapher Qian Juntao. "The palace wall is tender and tender, giving the east wind white floc; Six songs column, how many thoughts, frequent drizzle to send dusk. " My heart suddenly sank with the falling rain rhyme: Lu You! Tang Wan! What kind of journey have you had under your feet?
Was that meeting also in this continuous rain?
The rain all over the sky shattered your long-standing dream, ticking, wandering all your life, and the sound sent away your galloping attachment, sent away, sent away ... So, your heart is like a gazebo in the rain, moaning in the damp! "How difficult it is in the world, air combat dreams; Joy is hard to continue, and I still remember when I was shocked by the shadow. "
Warm a pot of Huangteng wine, don't, don't burn the story of the past season. The cups raised are wet, the loneliness hanging down is wet, the poems sung softly are wet, and the garden of the Millennium is wet!
The rain in Shenyuan is your tears for thousands of years, which can't be spilled and can't be scattered!
"The setting sun on the city draws a corner of sorrow, and Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo. " In the past, there were days when it didn't rain in Shenyang Garden. At that time, the sun poured down like gold, and the smoke drifted silently. It was the day when Lu You and Tang Wan realized their dreams by the gourd pond. It was the day when they really explored each other's true meaning. It was the day when they were full of poetry.
Line by line, the pavilions and pavilions in Shenyuan are drunk.
After a while, I drank the peaches, plums and bamboos from Shenyuan.
One by one, Shen Yuan was so drunk that he was black. ...
As a result, the rain in Shenyuan is endless and obsessed with the underground for a long time. Listen, the whispers of thousands of years ago seem to shake off in this rain and drop into crystal tears on the green lotus leaf, drop by drop.
Those are Lu You's tears! That's Tang Wan's tears! ……
"Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow." ..... It has been raining in Shen Yuan.
"The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk." ..... It's still raining in Shen Yuan.
Out of the Shen Garden, I am in the rain, and I am swaying in the rain. Lu You's poems also haunt my mind with the rhythm of the rain. "The flowers of Shenyang Courtyard are like brocade, which was half-opened. I also believe that beauty will eventually become soil, and it is too late to dream. "
The rain in Shenyuan moistened my eyes. ...
The second song:
I sat quietly in my winter dream, listening to the sad song "Gu Lian", thinking about how the ancients dug up ancient lotus seeds thousands of years ago from the peat layer. However, under the moonlight in the pond, the lotus buds have withered and fragrant, and a ray of light is shrouded in green waves. ...
In the pond tonight, the moon seems to be a drop of tears from the sky, and the tearful eyes are full of dead leaves in the pond. It may not understand that the graceful water hibiscus under the moonlight in the past will become like hay. How can this not add a touch of helplessness and desolation to the moonlight? So I can't bear to see .. I can't bear to think about it. ...
"The residual lotus listens to the sound of rain and rain, and the lotus listens to the rainy day; Listen to the rain and be drunk, listen to the rain and listen to dreams. " When the residual lotus in winter quietly counts the raindrops for the last time, is the mood in autumn carrying the last sunset glow and watching the residual leaves sink into the soft heart of the water waves ... I see the lotus flowers depicted by the rain gradually floating on the river, so clear and beautiful. I think it is because of listening to the autumn rain paintings that there are so many endless lotus tears.
I listened to the drizzle all night with the residual lotus. In the morning, I saw a red sun rising from Ran Ran in the east. Red clouds tell me that the traces of years are melting in the waveless river all the time. Since ancient times, flocs have been sent to boats, and the east has lost water, and light clouds are accompanied by fog. Then let all the sadness leave us indifferently. Let's feel the shadow of the residual load quietly with a silent heart and listen to the sigh inadvertently revealed. ...