because there is a drizzle falling
or it used to fall.
Rain is undoubtedly a thing that happened in the past.
Anyone who hears the rain will think of it.
At that time, a happy fate presented him with a flower named rose and its wonderful bright red color.
This drizzle
which covers the window glass will
wash the black grapes on the shelf in an abandoned suburb
in a courtyard that no longer exists.
The damp curtain color
gives me a sound I long for
My father came back and he didn't die.
When Chen Dongbiao and Chen Zihong translated this poem for the first time, they were impressed by its aesthetic artistic conception. The drizzle at dusk evokes memories of the past, and then naturally leads to memories of my father. There are no flowery words in the whole poem, and it is natural. The poet naturally spreads a picture of a rainy day to you, and the faint sadness stirs your heart. The tone of poetry is warm. The image of dusk has shaped the golden afterglow of sunset, and the opening sentence of dusk becomes bright, which makes people feel instant warmth in their hearts. Memories of the past rose-like colors make people trapped in them. Then, that drizzle brightened the black grapes, made the color of the poem bright and beautiful, and vaguely revealed the sense of hope. Finally, under the foreshadowing of natural warm colors in front, the ending sentence "My father came back and he didn't die" seems to be emotional. The straightforward words have profound meanings, and the memories of my father are vividly on the paper.
? Rain is a common image in poetry. Either sadness or joy can bring people a different reading experience. Compared with the storm, drizzle can touch the poet's sensitive heart more. Probably because the drizzle has its own misty characteristics, it is easier to arouse people's emotional side. The image of rain is simple and complicated. If it is used properly, it can add a lot of color to the poem. Borges, on the other hand, expressed his thoughts about his father with rain as the introduction in his poem. There is no heavy lament, just a faint sadness running through it. The whole poem deserves careful chewing and aftertaste. In writing, you can also learn from it.