There are so many poems describing the spring rain, which one do you like best?

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

-Song Zhinan's "Jueju"

This poem in junior high school, I feel as if I were there, and I can feel the picture in the poem. It's absolutely beautiful! Comparing the last two sentences of this poem, many people have heard of it.

This little poem describes the poet's pleasure in walking with crutches in the breeze and drizzle. The poet took a stick to go for a spring outing and said, "The stick helped me". He personified the stick, as if it were a reliable playmate, helping people move forward silently, giving people a sense of intimacy and security, which greatly increased the old monk's interest and happily crossed the bridge and headed east. The scenery of Qiaodong and Qiaoxi may not be very different, but for poets who travel in spring, the artistic conception and interest are quite different from east to west.

"East" is sometimes synonymous with "spring". For example, the god of spring is called "Dong Jun", and the east wind refers to the spring breeze. The poet crossed the bridge to the east, just as the east wind was blowing. No matter whether he goes to the west, the north or the south, there is no such poem. The last two sentences of the poem are particularly wonderful: "apricot blossom rain", early spring rain "willow wind" and early spring wind. This is more beautiful and picturesque than "drizzle" and "breeze" Yang Liuzhi is rippling with the wind, giving people the feeling that the spring breeze comes from willows. The rain in early spring is called "apricot blossom rain", which is exactly the same as the rain in early summer called "Huang Meiyu".

"I want to get wet with clothes", and it is more subtle to describe the drizzle in early spring with clothes that seem wet but not wet. Imagine the poet walking eastward with a stick, burning red apricots, dancing with green willows and drizzling clothes, as if wet but not wet, and the wind blowing head-on, without feeling a chill. What an impatient and pleasant spring outing!