First, the white dew withered flowers, cool breeze blowing leaves withered. -Bai Juyi's "Declining Lotus".
Appreciation: Falling Lotus is a seven-character quatrain written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first two sentences are about the scene that the lotus leaves in autumn will not fall in the dew, but will dry in the wind.
The last two lyrical sentences compare the unknown beauty of the residual load depression with his appreciation around the pond, showing that although the poet is old, he is willing to do nothing and maintain his unique character. The whole poem is rich in layers, lyrical and subtle, and intriguing.
People often like to appreciate the graceful beauty of lotus when it is in full bloom, but few people appreciate its image of withering in the autumn wind, let alone its magnificent standing proudly waiting for withering. The poet, on the other hand, describes flowers and green leaves with a unique impression and looks at the rise and fall of nature from the perspective of love.
Second, 10,000 violet stems are dying, and sleeping gulls in the rain have nowhere to cover. -Xu Wei's "Dry Lotus".
Appreciation: The first sentence of this poem says "Violet with ten thousand handles", which gives people a feeling of prosperity and colorful weather and arouses people's excitement at once. But then the poem said, "I'm exhausted." This made people's mood suddenly drop again. The second sentence gives you the word "rain" at the beginning.
The rain beat on the withered stem. Flowers are gone, leaves are gone, and seagulls can't sleep without a cover. The intermittent autumn rain falls on the seagulls' backs and flows into the lotus pond. This tragic situation of decline is really unbearable. This is the first half of the poem, which is about the lotus pond today and the lotus pond in front of us.
Third, autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and autumn rain beats lotus. -Sadulla is crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake.
Appreciation: The autumn wind bursts, and the lake is rippling and white. Autumn rains come and go, and there are intermittent sounds on the withered lotus leaves. I look at the lake that stretches for 30 miles, but I can't see the edge. It is no longer as prosperous as it used to be.
Autumn is coming, the lotus leaves stand tenaciously in the ups and downs, the temperature drops gradually, and the breath of autumn becomes stronger. As a passer-by, I deeply feel the autumn, and I can't help feeling a little sad. I am sad for the withered lotus, and I am even more sad for my wandering fate! Everything in the world is arranged by the creator!