I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain. Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly, break the autumn window and make Qiu Meng green.
Love autumn can't bear to sleep, ask yourself if autumn screen is in tears. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.
There is no wind in the autumn courtyard and no rain in the autumn window. Luojiang is intolerant of autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.
The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
[Explanation] Lin Daiyu is ill in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, listening to the falling rain in autumn night, reading Yuefu miscellaneous manuscripts under the lamp, and seeing that autumn is always in my heart, leaving resentment and other words. "I couldn't help feeling something in my heart, so I wrote a poem called" Parting from generation to generation "called" Autumn Window ". Moonlit Night on the Spring River was written by Zhang, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty. This is a song about saying goodbye to sadness and no longer hating.
This poem is intended to imitate it in style and syntax. "Farewell, autumn window storms", the former is a Yuefu topic.
Generation, or "quasi", means imitation. Bao Zhao, a poet in the Southern Dynasties, focused on the topic of Yuefu with the word "Dai".
Generally speaking, Yuefu poems do not have another title. Because they were written by imitating the song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" in the early Tang Dynasty, a more specific title was put forward, which was literally completely symmetrical with the Tang poetry.
2. Are there any poems describing the rainy scene in A Dream of Red Mansions? What are there? Quite a few.
Bai Yong Haitang Co., Ltd.
Tanchun
The cold grass in the setting sun has heavy doors, and the moss is full of rain basins.
Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget.
My heart is a little delicate, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.
Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late.
Baochai
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes away the shadow of autumn, and snow absorbs the soul.
A flower is brighter when it is pale, and a jade is traceless when it is sad.
Pay for Bai Di's cleanliness, or you will faint if you don't talk.
Precious jade
Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven knots are saved into a basin of snow.
Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.
Xiao Feng let go of thousand worries, and Su Yu added a tear.
Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk. Dai Yu
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is broken into jade pots.
Steal a pear core for three cents and borrow a plum blossom soul.
The moon cave fairy sews clothes, and the woman in Autumn is always in my heart wipes her tears.
Who is shy and speechless, tired of leaning on the west wind night has fainted.
auspicious cloud
one
The immortal went to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.
Of course, frost prefers cold, and it's not Guan Qian who keeps her soul.
Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.
But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache.
Secondly,
The terrace leads to Robbie Gate, which is also suitable for corners and basins.
Flowers are hard to find a partner because they like cleanliness, and people are easy to break their souls because they are sad about autumn.
Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.
The deep passion attracts Chang 'e, but the night is dim in the empty corridor.
3. How many poems about rain appeared in A Dream of Red Mansions? There are many poems about rain, all of which are set off by scenery. For example, in the fifth chapter, Baoyu saw many poems in the police fairy, such as "the part of the same flesh and blood", which left the family of the same flesh and blood together after three thousand storms. Afraid that crying would ruin my old age, I told my parents: Leave it alone. Poverty has been fixed since ancient times, and there is no chance of clutch! From now on, we will be divided into two places, each keeping safe. I want it back, don't get involved.
Dedicated to rain is the 45th poem "Autumn Window Storm" mentioned by everyone.
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long. I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain! How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Explanation: Flowers and plants wither in autumn, and the dim light makes the autumn night look longer. I already feel that there are endless autumn colors outside the window. How can I endure the wind and rain in autumn to make autumn more desolate? How quickly the autumn wind and rain came, shocked the green in my dream. I can't sleep with the sadness of autumn. I move the tearful candle to the screen. The flickering candle lit the short-handled lampstand, which affected the mood of sadness and parting. Whose yard is not attacked by autumn wind, and it doesn't rain outside the window in autumn? Silk can't resist the force of autumn wind, and autumn night will leak more rain and urge more urgent rain. The autumn rain that lasted all night seemed to be crying with someone who was about to leave. The yard is more depressed under the fog of autumn rain, and water drops drip from time to time on the sparse bamboo leaves outside the window. I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, tears have wet the window screen.
4. "A Dream of Red Mansions" is full of rain poems ~ Lin Daiyu is full of flowers, who pity the red fragrance? Spring is soft, and the falling catkins touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of worries, hoes flowers with both hands to embroider the boudoir, and bears the humiliation of falling flowers. Willow pods come from Fang Fei. No matter whether peaches and plums float again next year, who knows that they will be in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers next year, people will not go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, when the wind, the sword and the frost press each other, the flowers are bright and fresh, and it is hard to find a trace. Flowers are easy to see, but hard to find. Flowers were buried in front of the steps, and tears were sprinkled on the flower hoe alone, and blood was seen on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe went to cover the heavy door. The man who looked at the wall with blue light was sleeping, but the window was not found. Flowers and birds are always hard to stay, and birds are ashamed of flowers without words. May slaves give birth to wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. Where the hell is Xiangshan? Beautiful bones are not collected, and pure land hides the wind. It's better to be frank and lenient than to get stuck in a ditch. Today I will die and be buried, but I don't know when I will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's watch the spring flowers fade, that is, when the beauty dies of old age. Without sad songs for me, I don't know when flowers will fall and people will die! What a beautiful song [flowers are dying, flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red disappears and the fragrance is broken. Who has pity? Spring is soft, and the falling catkins touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of worries, hoes flowers with both hands to embroider the boudoir, and bears the humiliation of falling flowers. Willow pods come from Fang Fei. No matter whether peaches and plums float again next year, who knows that they will be in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers next year, people will not go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, when the wind, the sword and the frost press each other, the flowers are bright and fresh, and it is hard to find a trace. Flowers are easy to see, but hard to find. Flowers were buried in front of the steps, and tears were sprinkled on the flower hoe alone, and blood was seen on the branches above. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe went to cover the heavy door. The man who looked at the wall with blue light was sleeping, but the window was not found. Flowers and birds are always hard to stay, and birds are ashamed of flowers without words. May slaves give birth to wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. Where the hell is Xiangshan? Beautiful bones are not collected, and pure land hides the wind. It's better to be frank and lenient than to get stuck in a ditch. Today I will die and be buried, but I don't know when I will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's watch the residual flowers in spring gradually fall, that is, when the beauty dies of old age. There is no sad song for me, and I don't know if the flowers are dying.
5. The sentence describing the autumn rain in A Dream of Red Mansions Chapter 45 The stormy words of mutual analysis of gold
Speaking of which, Daiyu drank two mouthfuls of gruel, but she was still lying in bed. She didn't want to change before sunset, and it began to rain. A pulse of Qiu Lin, rain or shine, it's getting dusk, it's getting dark, and it's raining bamboo shoots, which is even more bleak. Knowing that Baochai couldn't come, she took a book casually under the lamp, but it was a miscellaneous manuscript of Yuefu, including autumn funeral march, parting and so on. Daiyu couldn't help feeling something in her heart, so she wrote a poem "Farewell from generation to generation" and named it "Autumn Window Rainy Night". The word yue:
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.
I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!
Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly! Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.
I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.
Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?
Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.
Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.
The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Daiyu pitied Baochai on the pillow. Once, she envied him for having a mother and a brother. At the same time, she thinks that although Baoyu is used to harmony, he is suspected. I heard the rain on the scorched leaves of bamboo shoots outside the window, and the cold shone through the curtains, and I felt tears dripping down. It was not until he looked at his watch for the fourth time that Fang gradually fell asleep.
6. In the poems describing autumn rain in a Dream of Red Mansions, which small courtyards have become depressions, bamboo is sparse and dripping.
Autumn Window Stormy Evening is a poem written by Lin Daiyu in the 45th chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions. One rainy night in early autumn, Xue Baochai came to see her. Daiyu deeply felt that she was oversensitive in the past and alienated Baochai and Baoyu. She is very sad and worried about Baoyu's future. At the same time, she heard the wind and rain outside the window and felt it.
Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly! Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green. I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted. Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.
Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn. Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night.
The pond was cold in the autumn wind all night, blowing away the ruby shadow of the lotus. The leaves of Polygonum hydropiper are full of sorrow, and the frost weighs heavily on the stems.
I don't smell the sound of chess all day, and the mud is a little dirty. The ancients bid farewell to friends, and now I am a brotherhood! Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.