1. Poems describing missing one’s lover on a rainy day
1. "Xiaoliangzhou·Wind and Rain on the Canopy Window" - Zhang Kejiu of the Yuan Dynasty
Canopy Window The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing, and the mustache is twirling. Where is the road to the west of Huaiyang? No one came and asked the pole master about the wine.
Translation: The strong wind is beating against the awning window, and the drizzle is drizzling. I can only twist my beard to think, recite poems and write lyrics to relieve my depression. Looking west to Huaiyang, where are you going today? Not expecting a letter, I asked the boatman for details while holding a glass of wine.
2. "Genggluzi·Jade Incense" - Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
Translation: The sycamore tree outside the window was drenched in the cold rain at midnight, and she didn't care that she was sad about the separation inside the house. Drop after drop of rain was beating sadly on the sycamore trees leaf by leaf, dripping on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
3. "Night Rain Sends to the North" - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Translation: You asked me about the date when I will return home. It is difficult to determine the date of return. It is raining heavily in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pond. When can we hold candles and have a long talk together, telling each other how much we miss each other in the rainy night in Bashan tonight?
4. "Bu Shuzi·Wind and Rain Send People Here" - You Cigong of the Song Dynasty
Wind and rain send people here, but wind and rain keep people here. Say goodbye to each other over cups and plates, and the wind and rain urge people to leave. The tears in my eyes never clear, and my eyebrows are filled with sorrow. If you miss me tomorrow, don't go upstairs. It's very windy and rainy upstairs.
Translation: It is the spring rain that brings people here, and it is also the spring rain that keeps people home. It is the hasty farewells at the farewell banquet, and it is the wind and rain that urges people to leave. The tears in my eyes have never dried up, and my brows are condensed with sadness. When I miss you tomorrow, don’t go up to the tall building and look into the distance. There are so many miserable winds and rains upstairs.
5. "Sauvignon Blanc·Rain" - Song Dynasty Wan Qi Yong
One sound, one update. There are banana lights outside the window, and there is no limit to emotion at this time.
Translation: The rain kept falling. Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, it was difficult to fall asleep until late at night. The plantains in the rain and the oil lamps in the house seemed to become sentimental at this time, comforting me when I was lonely. 2. Poems about praying for rain and missing my lover
1. Like a dream, last night the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night the rain was blowing and the wind was blowing, Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Translation
Although the raindrops were sparse last night, the wind was blowing hard. I slept soundly all night, but when I woke up, I still felt that I was still a little drunk.
So I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain how the situation was outside. She only said to me: "The begonia flowers are still the same." Do you know? Do you know? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
2. Dielianhua·The warm rain and clear wind have just begun to break the freeze
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The warm rain and clear wind have just begun to break the freeze, and the willow eyes and plum cheeks have begun to wake up. Spring heartbeat. Who has sex with drunken poetry? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy.
When I first tried to clip the gold thread seam on my shirt, I found that I was leaning against the mountain pillow, and my hairpin head and phoenix were damaged by the pillow. Holding one's arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams. It's still late at night and there are still lights and flowers.
Translation
The warm rain and warm wind took away some of the chill of winter. Willow leaves have grown, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and spring has arrived. The dignified young woman was also aroused by the spring breeze.
If your lover is not around, who can you discuss poetry with over wine? The young woman's tears flowed down her cheeks, smearing the powder on her face. The young woman tried on a blouse sewn with gold threads, but her thoughts were not on the clothes at all. She leaned on the pillow heartlessly, the hairpin on her head was crushed, and she didn't care.
How could she have a good dream when she was so lonely and worried? Only late at night, holding the lanterns in my hands, thinking about my lover.
3. Dielianhua·Rain sparse the meridians and pours fire
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Rain sparse the meridians and pours fire. The swings in the alleys have not yet passed the Qingming Festival. The fragrant buds on the apricot tips are broken. Light red faded to white rouge.
Bitterness is frustrated by passion. I feel sick and tired, as if I was old. I walked around the corridor and sat alone. The moon cage and clouds darken the door lock.
Translation
After experiencing a peach blossom rain, it rained lightly with sleet. The Qingming Festival has not yet arrived, and the swings in the neighborhood are up. A flower at the tip of the apricot blossoms bloomed, and the pale red flowers peeled off and turned into white flowers, as if they were soaked in rouge and gouache.
Tormented by the pain caused by the other person's passion, the spirit was so low that it felt like a year had passed. The couple ran all over the corridor and sat alone in the corridor. It was already late at night "the door was locked under the dark moon and clouds".
4. Huanxisha · The cold in the morning is heavy with sorrow
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
If the rain is cold in the morning and the cold is heavy, how can I still be close to Xingxing? Flower row. Last year's high picking bucket was light.
My sleeves are purple in the furnace smoke, and my shirt is green when I drink wine. Where in the world can you ask for affection?
Translation
This continuous rain is like the sadness of constant cutting. I vaguely remember that last year we went to the apricot garden to play, and we climbed up the branches to pick flower branches together, competing to see who was the lightest and neatest.
The smoke from the incense burner lingered gently, her sleeves were glowing purple in the fire, and she was wearing a green shirt and her face was red with wine. The world is so vast, but there is still nowhere to find or place that sentiment.
5. The wind enters the pine·Listen to the wind and rain and spend the Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Listen to the wind and rain to spend the Qingming Festival. The flower inscription of sorrow and grass. In front of the building, the greenery and darkness lead the way, with a hint of willow and an inch of tenderness. The food is cold and spring is cold, and the wine is mixed with dawn dreams and the singing of orioles.
The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine. Wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and the delicate hands were fragrant at that time. The two mandarin ducks are melancholy, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
Translation
Listening to the sound of the miserable wind and rain, I spent the Qingming Festival alone and lonely. After burying the fallen flowers everywhere, I drafted an inscription to bury them with great sadness. The place where I left in front of the building is now covered with dense green shade.
Every strand of willow silk contains a touch of tenderness. In the chilly spring, I was drinking wine alone, hoping to reunite with my beautiful lady through my dreams, but I was awakened by the singing oriole again. I send people to clean the pavilions and woods in the West Garden every day, and I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Xinqing.
Bees frequently swarm on the swings you have swung on, and there are still fragrances on the ropes left by your delicate hands. How melancholy and sad I am, there is always no news from your beautiful figure. On the quiet empty steps, the moss that grew overnight has turned green. 3. Poems about praying for rain and missing my lover
1. Like a dream, the rain stopped and the wind blew violently last night Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao The rain stopped and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn’t eliminate the residual wine from my deep sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Translation: Although there were few raindrops last night, the wind was blowing hard. I slept soundly all night, but when I woke up, I still felt that I was still a little drunk. So I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain how the situation was outside. She only said to me: "The begonia flowers are still the same."
Do you know? Do you know? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers. 2. Dielianhua·The warm rain and clear wind are just beginning to break the freeze. Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao The warm rain and clear wind are just beginning to break the freeze, the willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks are already feeling the heartbeat of spring.
Who has sex with drunken poetry? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy. At first I try to clamp the gold thread seam on my shirt, I lean on the mountain pillow, and the hairpin head and phoenix are damaged by the pillow.
There are no good dreams when you are alone and full of sorrow. It is still late at night and there are still lights and flowers. Translation The warm rain and warm wind have taken away some of the winter chill.
Willow leaves have grown, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and spring has come. The dignified young woman was also aroused by the spring breeze.
If your lover is not around, who can you talk to about poetry over wine? The young woman's tears flowed down her cheeks, smearing the powder on her face. The young woman tried on a blouse sewn with gold threads, but her thoughts were not on the clothes at all.
She leaned on the pillow heartlessly, the hairpin on her head was crushed, and she didn't care. She was so lonely and worried, how could she have a good dream? Only late at night, holding the lanterns in my hands, thinking about my lover.
3. Die Lianhua·Rain sleet dredges the meridians and throws fire. Song Dynasty: Su Shi Rain sleet dredges the meridians and throws fire. The swings in the alleys have not yet passed the Qingming Festival.
The fragrant buds on the apricot tips are broken. Light red faded to white rouge.
Bitterness is frustrated by passion. I feel sick and tired, as if I was old.
I walked around the corridor and sat alone. The moon cage and clouds darken the door lock.
Translation After experiencing a peach blossom rain, it rained lightly with sleet. The Qingming Festival has not yet arrived, and the swings in the neighborhood are up.
A flower blooms on the tip of the apricot, and the light red flowers peel off and turn into white flowers, as if they were soaked in rouge and gouache. Tormented by the pain caused by the other person's passion, the spirit was so low that it felt like a year had passed.
The couple ran all over the corridor and sat alone in the corridor. It was already late at night "the moon is dark and the door is locked." 4. Huanxisha · I feel sad about the cold in the morning. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde If I feel sad about the cold in the morning, how can I walk near the apricot blossoms?
Last year it was high and light. The smoke in the stove is purple, the sleeves are purple, and the wine is dizzy in the air, and the shirt is blue.
Where in the world can you ask for affection? Translation: This continuous rain is like the sadness of continuous cutting. I vaguely remember that last year we went to the apricot garden to play, and we climbed up the branches to pick flower branches together, competing to see who was the lightest and neatest.
The smoke from the incense burner lingered gently, her sleeves were glowing purple in the fire, and she was wearing a green shirt and her face was red with wine. The world is so vast, but there is still nowhere to find or place that sentiment.
5. The wind enters the pine·Listen to the wind and rain and spend the Qingming Festival. Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying Listen to the wind and rain to spend the Qingming Festival. The flower inscription of sorrow and grass.
The green and dark streets in front of the building are separated, with a hint of willow and an inch of tenderness. The food is cold and spring is cold, and the wine is mixed with dawn dreams and the singing of orioles.
The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine.
The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and the delicate hands were fragrant at that time. The two mandarin ducks are melancholy, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
Translation Listening to the sound of the miserable wind and rain, I lived alone and lonely during the Qingming Festival. After burying the fallen flowers everywhere, I drafted an inscription to bury them with great sadness.
The place in front of the building that was parting was now covered with dense green shade. Every strand of willow silk contains a touch of tenderness.
In the cold spring, I was drinking wine alone, hoping to reunite with the beautiful woman through my dreams, but unexpectedly I was awakened by the singing oriole. I send people to clean the pavilions and woods in the West Garden every day, and I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Xinqing.
Bees frequently swarm on the swings you have swung on, and there are fragrant flowers on the ropes left by your delicate hands. How melancholy and sad I am, there is always no news from your beautiful figure.
On the quiet empty steps, the moss that grew overnight has turned green. 4. Ancient poems about missing lovers on a rainy day
Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival;
Tonight, when the moon is bright, everyone can see, and I don’t know who is missing in autumn;
When there is no limit to the end of the world, there is only endless love;
Ruthlessness is not as painful as passion, one inch is like thousands of strands;
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world*** At this time;
My hometown is far away tonight, and I will miss another year tomorrow with frost on my temples;
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? ;
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and you can’t see your home as far as the end of the world;
There is no other words to say when you are walking, just return home early;
If it is transformed into Thousands of millions of people are scattered on the top of the mountain to look at their hometown.
1. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. It comes from "Yulin Ling" by Liu Yong, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. The content of the poem is: the chilling cicadas are sad. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? This word is Liu Yong's representative work. Here, "holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, speechless and choked", "where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon", "even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them to" are all immortal famous sentences.
2. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. It comes from "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and sending it to Du Langzhong" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty. The content of the poem is:
Crows roost in the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder whose home Qiu Si is.
3. When there is no end of the world, there is only endless love. It comes from Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House·Spring Hate" which means: No matter how far away the world is, there will be an end to it, but the sorrow of cherishing someone is infinitely long and has no end. The content of the poem is:
Green poplars and fragrant grass pavilion road. It's easy to leave people behind when you're young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving the flowers behind.
Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate. One inch becomes thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
4. Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. From Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House", this poem expresses the sorrow of separation between husband and wife. "Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands" means that sentimentality will only bring more pain to people than ruthlessness. The content of the poem is:
Green poplars and fragrant grass pavilion road. It's easy to leave people behind when you're young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving the flowers behind.
Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate. One inch becomes thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
5. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. It comes from "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The content of the poem is:
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
6. I miss my hometown tonight, and it will be another year of frost on my temples. From Gao Shide's "New Year's Eve" in the Tang Dynasty
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' hearts are filled with sadness.
My hometown is far away tonight, and tomorrow will be another year with frost on my temples.
7. The child asked, why is it too late to return? From "Going Home" by Du Mu. The whole poem is:
The childish child held up his clothes and asked why it was too late to return.
***Whoever fights for time will win the silk on the sideburns.
8. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world. It comes from "Homesickness" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty. The content of the poem is:
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world.
I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
9. There is no other word when walking, just return home soon. It comes from "The Letter to the Capital Master" written by Yuan Kai in the Ming Dynasty. The content of the poem is:
The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines.
There is no other words to say, except to return home soon.
10. From "Looking at the Mountains with Master Hao Chu to Send Relatives to Beijing" written by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. The content of the poem is:
The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.
If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. 5. What are the poems that describe "missing my sweetheart on a rainy day"
1. The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock, and the March rain is leaving the flowers.
From "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate" written by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to walk when you are young. The lingering dreams at the top of the building are at five o'clock, and the March rain is leaving melancholy at the bottom of the flowers. (Li Chou, one of the works: Li Qing)
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch can become thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Interpretation:
On the ancient road of Changting with willows and lush grass, young people can always easily abandon those who are seeing them off and go away. The sound of the five-minute bell from the top of the building awakened Li Ren from his residual dream, and the March spring rain falling under the flowers added to the sadness in his heart. How can a loveless person understand the troubles of a passionate person? An inch of lovesickness and sorrow has turned into thousands of strands. No matter how far away the world is, there will be an end. Only that lovesickness has no end and will never stop.
2. Looking for the road in dreams, in the rain and falling flowers.
From "Linjiang Immortal: The First Meeting of Doucao in Front of the Steps" written by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
I first met Doucao in front of the steps, and met me upstairs when I was threading a needle. Luoqun is fragrant and jade hairpin style. Beautiful makeup, green eyebrows, blushing pink face.
The flowing water will follow the spring far away, and the traveling clouds will be with whomever. When I wake up from drinking, I always regret that the screen is empty. Looking for each other in the dream road, in the rain and falling flowers.
Definition:
We met for the first time when you were fighting grass with your companion on the steps, and we met again when you were threading needles with your companion upstairs. Girls outing and fighting grass game. I saw you fighting grass with other girls in front of the steps, your skirt was stained with dew, and your jade hairpin was trembling in the wind on your head. Your lively and beautiful attitude left a deep impression on me.
Another time is the Chinese Valentine's Day, when a girl spends the night threading needles to pray for the new moon. You and I met again at the Threading Needle Building. I saw that you were beautifully made up, with emerald green on your brows, and your pink face turned red with embarrassment. We were already in love, but our words were ethereal. Unexpectedly, the years are like water, and the beautiful lady is like clouds, disappearing without a trace.
3. When the rain stops and the sycamore trees burst into tears, I recall the past with nostalgia.
From the Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·When the rain breaks, the sycamore sheds tears for a while"
When the rain breaks, the sycamore sheds tears for a while, reminiscing over the past. Pick flowers and hate the old fashion.
The peach people in the curtain shadow have gone, and the traces of the grass and the moss path remain empty. Where between the eyebrows is the moon like a hook?
Definition:
The autumn rain has stopped, and the sycamore leaves no longer drip rain, as if they have stopped dripping tears. Re-remember and release your feelings. I remember that I had a wonderful romantic past with the person I missed. (Recall) That beautiful figure and peach blossom-like face, but the person has left (but I don’t know where the person has gone). Only the tiny shoe marks were left on the moss-covered path. Where is the person who misses you, there is only a lonely person like a bright moon.
4. The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and I return to my dream in the lonely hall, feeling depressed.
From the Song Dynasty Liu Yong's "The Last Prisoner·Empty Steps with Raindrops at Night"
The steps are empty with raindrops at night, and the mood is desolate when I return to the lonely hall in a dream. I am full of idle sorrow, and it is difficult to paint pictures even if I think about them. Autumn is getting old, the cicadas are sounding bitterly, the night is approaching, and the lanterns are spinning down. The most unreasonable thing is to spend the good night sleeping alone.
The beautiful woman should blame me for being so trustless after leaving. I remember that we made an appointment with Jian Xiangyun. Very often, deep in the secluded boudoir, drink according to the new words and flowing clouds. Let’s laugh together again and be willing to treasure the gold and jade pearls.
Definition:
The sound of rain falling outside the window at night fell on the empty steps. I suddenly woke up when I was sleeping alone in the hotel, feeling desolate and desolate in my heart. This kind of leisurely sorrow is difficult to describe with pictures. Autumn is getting deeper, the crickets sound very bitter, the night is coming to an end, and the lights will soon fall off. The most boring moments always let the good night pass in the loneliness of sleeping alone.
The beautiful woman far away should blame me for not keeping my promise after parting. I remember that she had cut off a lock of hair as a promise to reunite after farewell, but it seemed that this was becoming increasingly difficult to fulfill. When will I be able to fill in new words and drink fine wine in the depths of my boudoir? If we could laugh together again, I would trade gold, jade, and pearls for such an opportunity.
5. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu.
From "Licorice Seed: Autumn Twilight" by Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty
Autumn Twilight. The lotus is scattered randomly, and it rains down like pearls. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu.
On the pond, there is no one to care about. But this is a solitary emotion. But next to a parrot in a golden cage. Read the words of Fenlang.
Definition:
One autumn evening, heavy rain poured down. The decaying lotus flowers in the pond were beating randomly, and the raindrops were as crystal clear as pearls. The rain has passed and the wind has stopped, and the bright moon has risen into the sky. Yuanyangpu is empty and cold. She leaned on the railing and stared alone, feeling sad and alone without a partner. The lonely sleep was tormenting her heart. She stood by the birdcage and teased the parrot, telling it how much she missed her husband. 6. An ancient poem about missing your lover on a rainy day
Original text:
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the boat is nostalgic for the boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more so, they can’t bear to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival. Where did you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Brief analysis:
This is a farewell word. Before Liu Yong, there were many words expressing the sadness of separation. But because Liu Yong is a wanderer who has been wandering around the world for a long time and has a unique experience of life, the farewell he writes about a pair of lovers is different from the traditional farewell words in the narrow realm of red buildings, deep courtyards, spring flowers and autumn moon, and expresses A kind of scene with vast smoke and wide open sky.
Appreciation:
The first film describes the emotions of reluctance when parting. "The cicadas are mournful, it's late in the pavilion, and the shower has just stopped." These three sentences say that one evening in late autumn, the shower had just stopped, and a pair of lovers went to the pavilion to say goodbye. This not only explains the time and place, but also creates a strong and desolate atmosphere based on what is heard and seen. In my ears I heard the mournful chirping of cicadas, and in front of me was the depressing rainy dusk. The scene written here already implies the poet's feelings, and at the same time it foreshadows the summary of the next film "The Cold Autumn Festival". The four words "the shower has begun to subside" mean that we are about to leave, which naturally leads to the following description of the contradictory and complicated emotions when parting: "Drinking in the Dumen tent has no trace, and the orchid boat in Dumen is full of nostalgia." "Dumen. "tent drinking" refers to setting up a tent outside the city gate of Kyoto to set up wine to say goodbye. Judging from this sentence, this poem was probably written by the author when he left Bianjing for the south and said goodbye to his lover. I was reluctant to leave but had to separate, so I lost my mood; but at this time, Lan Zhou was ruthless and urging people to set off. "Holding hands and looking into each other's teary eyes, I was speechless and choked." These two sentences describe the scene of shaking hands and saying goodbye. They are deeply emotional and poignant. On the occasion of parting, a pair of lovers should have thousands of words to tell and advise, but holding hands, with tears in their eyes, you looked at me and I looked at you, but couldn't even say a word. Speechlessness is better than words. Precisely because the anger blocks the sound, the sadness in the heart can be seen more clearly. "Think of the mist thousands of miles away, and the mist at dusk sinks deep into the vast sky." These three sentences use scenery to express feelings, embodying feelings in the scenery. The word "read" precedes it, indicating that the scene written below is just an imagination, not the real scene in front of you. However, the reality can be seen from the imaginary, and the inferred scenes can better express the thoughts and mood of the couple at the moment. Repeating the word "go" indicates a long journey. Who is the subject of the word "read"? There is no explanation in the words. From an emotional point of view, it should include two aspects: the traveler and the person seeing off. After parting, we will see the vast Chutian and endless mist, and pedestrians will disappear into the smoke-shrouded, vast and empty end. The parting scene in the first film has gone through a process of development over time. The scene has grown from small to large, from near to far, and the thoughts and feelings of leaving have become more and more intense, reaching a climax in the last three sentences. Bundle the upper piece and draw out the lower piece.
The next part is about the loneliness and sadness after parting. "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival." These three sentences extend from the personal pain of parting to the general thoughts and feelings of people leaving. They look down on the past and present, and think deeply about people in the unspeakable sadness. Universal emotional experience. However, unlike Su Shi's ultra-open attitude in his famous Mid-Autumn Festival poem, "People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is impossible to complete this matter in ancient times." The more the poet put his personal misery and separation into the vast time and space of historical development. The more you read, the deeper you fall into the deep sentimentality, and the readers feel the weight of that heavy emotion more and more. "The Qingqiu Festival is neglected" echoes the above three sentences, blending the scenes and enhancing the artistic appeal. "Where can I wake up tonight? The dawn wind is waning on the willow bank and the moon is waning." These two sentences are famous sentences that have been recited by people and are called "Fun Sayings of Ancient and Modern Times". The word "sobering up" echoes the previous film's "Drinking in the Dumen tent without a trace", making people naturally connect the scene after sobering up with the previous scene of farewell. The beauty is that the poet does not write about emotions but about scenery, embodying emotions in the scenery. He didn't directly talk about how lonely he felt after he sobered up. He just named three things he saw and felt in the drifting boat: the willows on the shore, the cold wind at dawn, the waning moon in the sky, and the sadness and sadness in his heart. His feelings were fully expressed. "After so many years, it should be a mere waste of good times and good scenery." These two sentences are further pushed away. The more I think about them, the farther away they become, and the farther away they become, the sadder they become. .I have been separated from my beloved for a long time. No matter how good the time is or how beautiful the scenery is, I have no time to appreciate it. "Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them to?" These two sentences echo the two sentences "Holding hands and looking at each other" in the previous film. When parting, there are thousands of words that cannot be said, and after parting, there are thousands of winds and no one can say them. This In the contrast between the present and the future, reality and speculation, the sincere and deep love and the miserable lovesickness are more fully expressed, and the whole poem is concluded at the climax of emotional development.
This poem uses the autumn scenery to describe the separation, and the scenes blend together; in terms of expression, the development of time is used as the order, the virtual and the real complement each other, layer by layer, and it is completed in one go; the language is natural and clear, not carving, and wins by white description It indeed expresses the style characteristics of "clearness and clarity", "intense meaning" (Huang Liaoyuan's language) and "elegance, lightness and tranquility" (Zhou Ji's language).
Night Rain Sends to the North_Baidu Chinese
Author: Li Shangyin
Jun asked about the return date but has not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? 7. Poems about missing your lover on a rainy night
1. "Genggluzi·Jade Incense" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, does not mean separation from love and true suffering.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky.
Vernacular translation: The sycamore tree outside the window was drenched in the cold rain at midnight, and she didn't care that she was sad about the separation inside the house. Drop after drop of rain was beating sadly on the sycamore trees leaf by leaf, dripping on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
2. "Partridge Sky: When a little bit of red is about to be exhausted" Zhou Zi, Song Dynasty
When a bit of residual red is about to be exhausted. The cool autumn air fills the screen.
It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
Tune Bao Se and dial Jin Ni. At that time, we sang partridge lyrics together.
Today is a stormy night in the west building, and I shed tears even if I don’t listen to clear songs.
Vernacular translation: I keep a broken lamp alone, which is about to burn out. The sky is getting cold, the autumn air fills the curtains and the silver screen, and the raindrops sprinkle on the phoenix trees at midnight, every leaf and every sound. , are all the mournful sounds of farewell.
At that time, she and I played with each other, stirred the warm aloes in the stove, and sang "Partridge Ci" in unison. It was so joyful. Now, I am alone in this west building, on this windy and rainy dark night, I can't help crying even if I don't listen to clear songs.
3. "Night Rain Sends to the North" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Vernacular translation: You ask me when I will go back, but I haven’t set a date yet. At this moment, the night rain in Bashan is pouring down, and the rainwater has filled the autumn river ponds. When will I be able to return to my hometown and have a heart-to-heart talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I will tell you how lonely I am as a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the continuous rain at night, and how much I miss you!
4. "Bu Shuzi·Wind and Rain Send People Here" Song Dynasty: You Cigong
Wind and rain send people here, but wind and rain keep people here.
We say goodbye in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge us to leave.
The tears in my eyes never clear, and my eyebrows are full of sorrow.
If you miss me tomorrow, don’t go upstairs. It will be windy and rainy upstairs.
Vernacular interpretation: It is the spring rain that brings people here, and it is the spring rain that keeps people home. It is the hasty farewells at the farewell banquet, and it is the wind and rain that urges people to leave. The tears in my eyes have never dried up, and my brows are condensed with sadness. When I miss you tomorrow, don’t go up to the tall building and look into the distance. There are so many miserable winds and rains upstairs.
5. "Die Lianhua·Spring Evening" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Gao leisurely strolled in the distant night pavilion. It's just past Qingming Festival, and I'm gradually feeling the sadness of spring.
The sound of rain and the wind are about to stop. Hazy pale moon clouds come and go. Peach and apricot are faintly fragrant.
Who is on the swing, smiling and whispering. I miss you so much. There is no place for arrangements in the human world.
Vernacular translation: I was walking around the pavilion at night. I don’t know why I could feel the passing breath of spring just after the Qingming Festival. A few scattered raindrops drifted in the night, and the moon, surrounded by clouds, exuded a hazy luster.
Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms exude fragrance in the dark night air. Who is the woman swinging in the garden, talking and laughing softly? I miss her so much, but in the vast world, there is no place where I can arrange my longing and sadness.