Li Shangyin: Spring Rain
Lying in white Chinese New Year clothes, the white door is sparse and unfulfilling.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring [Riwan], and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
How can the Jade [Wang Dang] silence be reached? A wild goose flies among thousands of miles of clouds.
Spring Rain (prose poem)
◆Article/Lin Yuhong
The spring rain is like silk. Looking at a gap between the tall buildings, the rain and mist are filled, and there are seemingly countless ups and downs of the mountains. The lychee branches are lush and leafy, and the tips are dotted with dark red, swaying in the rain. The tall shrubs beside the road stretch out their bright green leaves to suck the dew, and a few crystal pearls hang from the leaf tips.
The spring rain is like silk, like smoke and mist. Recalling the glorious past years, it is sad that there will be no time left. I envy the eagles soaring in the blue sky, and admire the eagles fighting in the sea. However, he does not have the wisdom of Zhuge, nor the ambition of a foolish old man. He is doing nothing, but he does not know when the rivers from the east to the sea will return!
The spring rain is like silk, the wind is blowing against your face, the traffic outside the window is endless, and the rugged road of life stretches out in the misty rain. Leaving home, working hard to change the status quo, and running for life. Although I am content with the situation, I still have to turn the sparrow into a bird.
The spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain like silk, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world. Looking forward to the ambitions of the Hongqi, we will surely be able to form mountains with the earth, the wind and rain will flourish, and the accumulated water will form a deep abyss, and dragons will grow. This order People really have the spirit to bring wine to the wind.