One night in spring dance, what I like best is the spring rain sneaking into the night, waking the dreamer, and the rain knocking on the window at night makes the poet toss and turn, and the rain sounds like melancholy and chaos. So the insomniac poet got up and wrote down his feelings in the rain. Yan Xiaoshan wrote: The fallen flower is independent, and the swift is Qi Fei. Lu You wrote: It was a spring rain in a small building, and apricot blossoms were sold in deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. Wei Zhuang wrote: The spring water is brighter than the morning, and the painting boat listens to the rain. Ouyang Xiu wrote: Rain falls on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the sound of rain drops through the lotus. It's really the sound of wind and rain, the sound is in my ears and the sound is sad.
The most beautiful thing is that the rain hits the banana, the rain hits the phoenix tree, the rain drops, and the sorrow drops. Poets are indifferent to the rain, the tenderness of talented people seems to be only in the rain, the unsuccessful mountain alliance seems to be remembered only in the rain, which is more worrying, and the pain of separation seems to be more abundant only in the rain. The most beautiful meeting of talented people and beautiful women is also in a long and lonely rain lane. The girl with an umbrella has the same sadness and fragrance as lilacs.
Probably in the poet's eyes, flowers, trees, swallows and people in the rain all have different charms. Who says not? The poet who left home alone stood in the drizzle and watched the swallows fly side by side. Their wings were wet with rain, and the poet felt it. Even if the wings are wet with rain, even if the road ahead is confused, what does it matter? They don't have to forget each other. They can stay up all night. They can take care of each other.
In the south of China, the showers will stop, and scattered raindrops will hit the green banana leaves. This beating disturbed the poet's heart and his thoughts became emotional. Rain has become a poem, and sentimental poets are even more worried by rain.
The most touching thing is the sound of rain dripping and breaking the lotus. The graceful lotus is swaying in the rain, which makes people feel pity and love. The rain from the sky fell on the lotus leaf and broke, like pearls and jade, and the poet's heart was broken. In the poet's eyes, rain is a parting from sorrow and a poem taken out of context.