Southern Song Dynasty monk Zhi Nan's quatrain, the shade of the ancient wood is tied with a short canopy, and the stick helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
1. I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Walking across the bridge with crutches, I enjoyed the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on my face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing. This poem describes the beautiful scenery of spring, not generally describing the flowers and birds singing, but mainly the wind and rain in spring.
2. Spring breeze and spring rain are also common phenomena, but the author writes colorful and touching. It shows the exquisiteness of the author's observation and the kung fu in his pen. It can be seen that seemingly simple words are carefully tempered, so they are full of charm. He focuses on feelings, writes about his joyful mood in spring outing, expresses his love for life, and also shows readers an infinitely beautiful world in spring.
The appreciation of the poem is as follows:
1. The poem is about the real feelings in February. In the desolate ancient forest, stop the boat in the shade of the shore, tie the cable, and then board the river bank. A short canopy is a boat. At the beginning of this sentence, it seems that the atmosphere is somewhat gloomy. The ancient trees are thick and cloudy, and the surroundings are inevitably filled with decadent gas. It also reminds people that there will be sad birds when there are ancient trees, and the sad birds are ancient trees, which seems to be a set image combination.
2. However, the monk stopped here, just because of the ancient wood, and turned decay into magic. He propped up a boat impartially, and it was unhurried. It was tied to the shore when it stopped, leisurely and square. Although it was not waiting for lovers all day long, it was as beautiful as a boat on a green Yang 'an (Fishing Bay by Chu Guangxi).
3. After tying the boat, the monk stepped on the small bridge and ran east. The ancient wood was mottled and the water was gurgling. It seemed that he could hear the sound of the monk tying the board bridge with the stick. The figure is sparse, step by step, and it disappears into the other world of Qiaodong. In the Chronicle of Song Poetry, monk Zhinan left such a poem, and there was no substantive topic, only a poem that was irrelevant to the meaning in the form of a poem.