original text
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
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In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?
Brief introduction of the author
Meng Haoran (689-740), whose real name is Haoran, was born in Xiangyang, Xiangzhou (now Xiangyang, Hubei), a famous pastoral poet in the Tang Dynasty, and was known as "Meng Xiangyang" in the world. Because he has never been an official, he is also called Monsanto.
Meng Haoran was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He was eager to use the world in his early years. After experiencing the hardships and pains of his official career, he was able to respect himself, not flatter the vulgar world, practice for life and live in seclusion. Once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. Traveling to Chang 'an at the age of 40 should be promoted by Jinshi. He once wrote a poem named Gong Qing in imperial academy, and he wrote for it.
In the 25th year of Kaiyuan (737), Zhang Jiuling became a shogunate general and later lived in seclusion. Meng's poems are mostly five-character short stories, mostly pastoral poems and secluded poems, and most of them are in the mood of serving immortals. Although it is not without cynicism, it is more of a poet's self-expression.
Appreciation of Xiao Chun
The poet seized the moment when he just woke up in the spring morning and began to associate it. He painted a beautiful picture of the spring morning and expressed the poet's good mood of loving and cherishing spring.
The first sentence breaks the topic and writes the sweetness of spring sleep; It also shows love for the bright morning sun; The second sentence is a scene, which describes the pleasant sound of spring and explains the reason for waking up; Three sentences turned to write memories, and the last sentence came back to my eyes, from happy spring to cherish spring.
The poem "Spring Dawn" seems bland at first reading, but after repeated reading, I feel that there is a world in the poem. Its artistic charm lies not in gorgeous rhetoric and fantastic artistic techniques, but in its charm.
The style of the whole poem is as simple and natural as running water, but it is profound and unique. For thousands of years, people have read it and discussed it, as if there were inexhaustible artistic treasures in this short four-line poem.
Nature without rhythm is superficial; If there are no ups and downs, it is flat. "Spring Dawn" has both beautiful charm and ups and downs of writing, so the poem is mellow and eternal.
The poet wanted to express his love for spring, but he didn't say it all or fully. "Half-open Door Against the Wind" makes readers ponder and guess, showing hidden twists and turns everywhere.