Spring show neighbors.
Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao
There are no monks and swallow writers in the old house.
I want to go out and laugh, but I don't want to go back to the dust.
The wind turns over three cobwebs, and the thunder bee occupies two official positions.
I broke the promise of spring in the south neighbor, but it hasn't blossomed yet.
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The broken wall was soaked by the spring rain, and the snail crawled, leaving a skewed seal character. There were no monks in the shabby old house, only Liang Yan committed a crime and regarded it as a writer. Spring is beautiful. I really want to go out and follow the laughter. When I come back, I feel dusty all over my face.
Spring breeze blows through cobwebs, and flying insects can still escape on three sides; Spring thunder shakes the hive, and wasps can rank in official positions. I broke my promise several times and failed to go to the south neighbor to enjoy the spring day. I just hope there are still spring flowers that have not yet opened.
The creative background of Spring Show Neighborhood;
Xiu Lin Chun was written in the spring of 1 100 (Fu Yuan's third year). At that time, the author Chen Shidao lived in Xuzhou, living in poverty and writing poems by reading.
The first couplet is about the bleak scene of the continuous spring rain and the shabby place where you live. Zhuan Xu expressed the bleak feeling cup that although he wanted to come out in spring, he was disheartened, which showed the poet's dissatisfaction with life. The necklace was painted in ink since childhood, depicting the lively spring scene in front of us and hiding its inappropriate generosity.
Tailian hit the nail on the head, apologized for failing to live up to the neighbor's invitation, and wrote down that you are still willing to go to the appointment and enjoy the last spring. This poem was written by the poet to his neighbors to explain the reasons for his "repeated loss" and "spring promise" and to express his miserable and lonely life and mood.
The language is sharp and innovative, and the stone turns into gold. The whole poem is deep in emotion and novel in artistic conception.