Spring rain, new sunshine, fallen flowers and rattan poems

Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, Jinguancheng is heavy. " Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows, and it is also the season when rain is badly needed. But spring rain is as expensive as oil and it rains in spring. Isn't it "good rain" ! A word "good" fully shows the author's happy mood when he sees the spring floating down. Three or four sentences spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly moistening everything, writing the role of spring rain, with delicate pen and ink. In the last two sentences, I saw the flowers in Chengdu, and the early morning Jincheng was ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. Flowers are heavy because they are full of rain, and the feelings I write are also very profound. There is no word "hi" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words.

Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain": "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. " The poet praises Xiaoyu with full passion, sees the big from the small, and combines reason and emotion in the landscape. Comparing "Xiaoyu" to the first mature crisp wine, it tastes sweet, smooth and moist, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance. In the end, it boils down to "the benefits of a spring", which can't even compare with the scenery of the Forbidden City. The scenery in early spring is described delicately and vividly.

Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao took Sue and said happily, "The sun turned into rain overnight, and I dreamed of cooling my clothes. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is no venue like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year in the venue. " After a long drought, I was ecstatic, even my clothes and bed were wet, expressing the poet's love for rain and concern for people's livelihood.

Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang": "When the tourists thundered, the clouds could not turn. In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. Arouse the fairy spring to sprinkle the face, and pour the sorrow room to sprinkle Qiong Gui. "The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm: thunder roared, dark clouds were gathering, black wind fell from the sky, and the sea stood up for it, showing its fierceness; The storm fluttered with the wind and crossed the river from eastern Zhejiang, showing its swiftness. The lake and the sea are rising, the thunder is sonorous, and the poet's talent is also urged by the storm.

Qin Guan's "Spring Day": "The light thunder fell all over the night, and the tiles were uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " Write a light thunder, spring rain falls. After the rain, in Chuqing, the sun seemed to float between the blue tiles that had just been washed by the rain. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose is lying on her back, which is very charming. Although he mainly wrote about the scenery after the rain, he revealed his praise for the moisturizing power of the spring rain.

In addition to poems dedicated to rain, there are also many sentences describing rain and scenery in rain in other poems of the ancients:

"Clouds are like smoke and rain is like scattered silk." (gold? Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems describes the rain as dense as scattered silk thread.

"The residual rainbow collects rain, and there is no new flow on the shore." ("Southern Dynasties Chen? Zhang wrote in "Boating on the Back Lake" that at the beginning of the summer shower, the rainbow broke on the horizon, and the rising lake water flowed out of the gap to form a new flow.