Who is the author of "Spring Dawn"?
The author of Spring Dawn is Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is: this spring morning, I woke up easily and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fell after a stormy night. When spring wakes up, it is already dawn, and birds are singing everywhere. How many fragrant spring flowers were blown down by the wind and rain last night. The language of the poem is approachable and natural, which shows the author's love for nature.
Meng Haoran introduced himself.
Meng Haoran, whose real name is Hao Hao, is from Xiangyang, Xiangzhou, and his world name is Meng Xiangyang. Because he is not an official, he is also called Monsanto. After a hard and painful life, he decided to live in seclusion for life and once lived in Lumen Mountain. Xiao Chun is a poem written at this time, which depicts a beautiful picture of spring morning for us and expresses the author's love for life.
Meng Haoran's famous poems
1, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -"Passing the Old Village"
2. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sunlight faded and the old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -"Jiande Sleeping at Night"
The lake here in August is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. -"Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang"
4, the wood falls south, and there is a north wind in the water cooling zone. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. -"Early Hanjiang Pregnancy"
5. I called back to the north last night and set out from the east today. I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming. A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy. Tian said that this year's climate is abundant. -"Tian Jia Yuan Day"
6, the emperor is bright, and the people are worried. The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush. Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking. -"Qingming is a thing"
7. In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring. The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive. Wine company to meet each other, * * * statue. When the cup has started, the geisha will not stop. -"Looking for Nine Scenes of Happy Spring King"
8. The bell in the mountain temple rang the night, and I heard the people in the fishing city hobbling on the ferry. When others walked along the river bank to their homes, I also took a boat to Liumen Mountain. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile. Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. -"Night Return to Lumen Mountain"