There are many images in poetry, such as Zigui, Jiang Shui, cherry, banana, bright moon, tall buildings, spring flowers, silkworms, flowing water and fallen flowers ... Among many images, I like Yu Chunyu best, and the spring rain always evokes the melancholy of travelers and makes people think. Maybe it's because I don't belong.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River can always open the wounds of sad people. Lu You's "The First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an" makes people appreciate the phrase "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers". When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to rest. It was raining outside the window at night, and the poet tossed and turned alone.
The ups and downs of official career, the ups and downs of official career, the ups and downs of love road and the pain of national subjugation are enough to sum up Lu You's miserable life.
As the first sentence of this poem says, the world is cold, the years are like gauze, and the world is cold. With the ups and downs of life, year after year, the officialdom is frustrated, the national fortune declines, and individuals have to be displaced. Only you know the taste of human feelings.
The spring rain is endless, just like sadness, which can't be sorted out and kept cutting, but temporarily put aside the past and look forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow in the deep alley, someone is carrying a burden to sell apricot flowers. If you brew a glass of apricot blossom wine, can you solve the eternal sorrow?
Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, before the next step, until dawn.
Lu You's "A Night Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building" always reminds me of Jie Jiang's "Young Beauty Listening to the Rain", especially the last sentence, step by step, until dawn.
In Jie Jiang's first poem, Shangque depicts two different pictures of two different times and two different situations, namely youth and prime of life, to reflect two inner feelings. When I was a teenager, I didn't know the taste of sadness. I was listening to the rain in the night song building, the red candle was scattered with dim light, and the veil was warm and intoxicating. When I was in my prime, I was wandering in a foreign land and always listened to the rain in the passenger ship. The passenger ship runs on the vast river, and mist and thick clouds cover the wide river. In the west wind, a lone goose is flying and moaning in the boundless sky.
The first sentence of Xiatan said: "Now I am listening to the rain in the monk's house, and my temples are full of stars." Now I stay in the monk's hut on a rainy night and listen to the rain again, and my hair is white again. Emotions and sorrows always happen mercilessly with human will. Since I can't change it, I'll let him worry until dawn, and I won't care.
Listen to the rain three times for this poem. The rain that the poet heard may not be the spring rain, but the sadness and sadness expressed by the rain is no less than "a small building listens to the spring rain all night."
Many people have interpreted and commented on the last few words, "mourning is greater than dying in the heart, and before the next stage, it is until dawn." The poet feels helpless about joys and sorrows, but seems to have let go. I read this poem for the first time, and now more than ten years have passed. Countless rainy nights, I can think of this sentence "One more step, it will be dawn", and I can't help crying when I think of it.
I think the poet Jie Jiang and I should be in the same mood. How can we let go of the fetters of the world? After listening to the wind and rain all night, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, bit by bit on the stone steps, this bit by bit is actually endless tears and endless sadness. Even monk Lu can sweep away the obsession of infatuated people!
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold on Friday.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Infinite mountains and rivers have become their homes. Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, felt the ups and downs more deeply than any traveler. Imprisoned in a three-inch foreign land, the earth will bounce back, and I, Li Yu, can never go back.
Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling and the spring is fading away. One night's rain made the night even colder, and Luo Zhi's brocade quilt could not stand the cold of May. It's dawn in the fifth watch, but the chill is getting stronger and stronger. "Fifth, it is not only cold in spring, but also cold in the heart of a monarch who has lost his country.
In my dream, I finally had a moment of joy, returned to the palace of my old country, enjoyed a stable, harmonious and cheerful monarch life, and indulged in such joy, forgetting that I was still a prisoner in a foreign country. Maybe I won't forget, but I don't want to remember. People who suffer have suffered enough. Let me stay a little longer in the joy of my dreams!
It is the spring rain again, which makes the earth revive and everything grow, but it makes the frustrated people feel sad. Never climb the fence to see the distance when you are alone. It's hard to see you again when you are far away from home. Flowing river, withered flowers, spring is far away. Compared with spring, one is in the sky and the other is on earth. The passing of spring, the passing of the old country, was in the sky before passing away, and fell to earth after passing away.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Coincidentally, Qingming is also spring, and the wisdom of the ancients is always associated with Grain Rain in the solar terms. Qingming is the day when people pay homage to the dead, and then it is rainy, wet and cold, and no one can bear it.
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world, and poplars are like horses. He travels abroad and has no home. He can only ask where the restaurant is and drink a pot of old wine to comfort his tired heart. The girl leads the way. In the apricot blossom in the distance, the flag of the restaurant is looming, as if the fragrance of apricot blossom wine comes to the nose, which makes people forget all their troubles.
In addition to paying homage to the dead, Tomb-Sweeping Day is also a time for people to go to the garden for a spring outing, mourn the death of their loved ones and seek the joy of the growth of all things.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, the plot of China people's homeland is more vividly presented under the rendering of the spring rain. Just like Daiyu's sponsor, or Li Qingzhao's wandering, the spring rain can always wet the heart of a person whose life has fallen and breed infinite melancholy.
Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Know, know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Although the spring rain in ancient poetry is mostly represented by the image of spring sorrow and resentment, there are occasional hopes of moistening things silently and purifying the world, such as "the rain in the sky is crisp as crisp" and "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"
Image is just what people give things, and people's mood determines the meaning of intention. When Li Qingzhao was a boudoir woman, her life was really enviable. Her father Li's education is obviously relaxed, or Li Qingzhao is a well-bred family, which is warm, harmonious and free at this time. She has not experienced the hardships of personnel. "Like a Dream" has a lively rhythm, which shows that Li Qingzhao's boudoir life is comfortable.
Although the rain was sparse last night, the wind blew all night, and I was still not drunk after sleeping all night, worrying about whether the Haitang outside the window was safe. Early in the morning, the maid has come to roll the curtains, and when she is sleepy, she quickly asks about the Haitang outside the window. The maid said that the begonia is still the same, but I know that the strong wind blew the begonia all over the floor, and now the tree should have turned the green leaves into red flowers!
Where is the delicate mind of the maid? I only think that the begonia tree is as good as yesterday. The poets here are a little sad, but they are swept away by the green new branches and leaves on the begonia tree. The characters, scenes and dialogues described in the whole poem all present a light feeling.
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The spring rain in poetry tells us the time with infinite tenderness and dismay. In ancient times, it was chilly in spring and crisp in autumn. Spring flowers and autumn moon are beautiful scenery. Why do countless poets and poets feel sad?
Not all the good days were given to broken wells and ruins. Because they are so beautiful, people are always afraid of losing them and being fleeting.
We can also deeply feel the shortness of spring and autumn and the length of winter and summer.
Poets and poets use scenery to express their feelings, not to convey their inner sadness to others, but to pity others. Let the spring rain take away the sentimentality of the ancients and our worries. Let's live in the present, watch the flowers bloom in front of the court and see the clouds rolling in the sky.