Author Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
[translation]
Spring is a good sleep, and it will dawn before you know it;
I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere.
At night, there seems to be a rustling sound;
Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen?
[Appreciation]
Poetry comes from the sound of birds singing in spring, the sound of spring breeze blowing, the sound of flowers falling in spring, and so on. Let readers transform their hearing into vision, and then unfold the spring scenery after a stormy night in front of their eyes with imaginative thinking. This concept is very unique. The language of poetry is natural and simple, easy to understand, but intriguing: unconsciously, it came to a spring morning, unconsciously, another bloom. Thinking about this annual spring, the feeling of life will come to mind, either light or strong.
Xiao Chun shows us a spring scene in the early morning after the rain. It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. Don't write flowers, don't write intoxicating fragrance, just use a few strokes to outline the deep spring that you felt at that casual moment. Poets cherish spring because of love, and spring because of love, concise and sincere. From "but now I remember that night, that storm", we can imagine the splendid spring scenery with birds and flowers.
Among them, but now I remember that night, the storm and I wonder how many flowers were broken with imaginary poems.
I wish you happiness!