Qujiangdui fish
Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant. The forest is covered with swift fertilizer, and the water is long and green.
Longwu New Army is deeply stationed in Furong Temple, burning incense. As soon as this money is called, I will temporarily get drunk next to the beautiful Jinse.
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.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Du Fu left his different emotional experiences in the rain on the "immortal" monument, and shared them with all generations with exquisite poems.
Rain: "It began to rain in spring. It is annoying to look at each other faintly, but I am afraid of self-doubt. Smoke adds color, and wind painting is more like silk. Intuition makes Song Yu sad. " Is there something wrong with the human brain? Oh, yes. It seems that someone said that all poets belong to the "crazy" class, and people who are not crazy can't write poems.
"If you look down on each other, you are afraid of self-doubt." Not crazy, can you say such a thing? Hey, don't get me wrong! Mr. Zimei's old man's house is sober. Add more smoke and wind, and you will understand-those who "hate each other" and "fear of self-doubt" are all things that "intuitively make Song Yu sad at the same time", which are troubles and tears! This "rain" originally came from the poet's heart.
"Morning Rain": "In the morning light, the early leaves smell it. Fog spreads on the ground and the wind rotates with the clouds. For the time being, the wood is bright, and the birds and animals touch it. Half of the Lushan Mountain is not fully distributed at noon. " Rain is ordinary, but Mr. Zi Mei leads us into it with his immortal handwriting and sees through its lightness, beauty and subtlety. The light perception of this rain is great. Amazing.
Night rain: "rainy night is near, and the return air blows in early autumn." Wild cool invades households, and the river is full of boats. Ordinary families hate many diseases, so they go into battle lightly for Lang. When it was cold, they left Wuxia and got drunk. " This is the bitter rain in the bleak wind in early autumn. The poet's fate is really bad, dragging his sick body around, even the weather is not good, and he has all kinds of helplessness in his heart. Where can I seek comfort? Du Kang is the only one who can solve his worries. This poem "Rain at Night" is clearly the bitter rain that destroyed the poet's life in the dark period!
Rain: "It stopped raining in Sammul He, but it still thundered. At first glance, crossing the river in Fuxia, cattle and horses cross in secret. The dragon can't fight, and the fight is full of yin, not necessarily from the balcony. " Facing the blood rain in the red wind, the poet was almost heartbroken. Why? What day?
"Village Rain": "After two nights of rain, it's cold and crisp in autumn. Take a look at Zhu Gu and open the box to see the black fur. The world has to sleep, and thieves dare to forget their worries. Songju takes a new bath and Mao Zhai comforts it. " You can't go in if you want, and you can't go back if you want. Helpless! Helpless!
Rain is fine: "It rains, but the mountain color remains unchanged, and the gorge is as bright as new. The road looks extraordinary, and the autumn river thinks of killing people. Some apes shed tears, but no dogs attach books frequently. Therefore, Long song wants to harm the gods. " At this time, I deeply felt that I was very ill. How painful! It hurts!
Four rain poems: "Light rain does not slip, but clouds disappear. The purple cliff runs in the dark, and Bai Niao goes to the border. Autumn, new shadows, old cold rivers. In Chai Fei, it is half fragrant. " "The rain in the river is old, and the weather is fine. In late autumn, the clouds are too late. Get on the horse and rest, and watch the gulls sit. "
"Looking for the old general Yan, the horizon is not returned. The north wind is ringing and the cold rain is falling. I was sick for a long time and gave me new clothes. When I am in danger, I feel lost, so there are few old short books. " "Chu jade moss, Beijing news late. The mountains are cold and green, and Bai Ou is hungry at night. Goddess flowers fall, Jiao Ren weaves. "