Shut up and chat, lift your eyes, wet grass and cotton. The ancient cave ② hides clouds ③, and the empty court weaves broken cigarettes.
You can't afford to worry about the waterline, but it's difficult to pull the windline. All day, I plowed the fields in the trees by the river.
Note: ① Cotton front: refers to the soft, weak and slender vegetation like silk cotton. Word annotation
(2) Ancient caves: caves read xiù, meaning caves, meaning ancient and mysterious caves.
③ Cloud: pronounced as Cu‖, which means hair, indicating that the cloud is light, thin and hazy.
④ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ǒ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 466
It was misty and rainy, and the poet rolled up the curtains and looked out. The rain wet the vegetation. Lush grass, looks soft, weak like silk hair, very lush. There is a sparse white fog floating in a mysterious cave over there, and the yard is full of fragmented fine smoke. Raindrops tap the river, and the ripples disperse around, just like sadness, but he can't be really sad. The blowing wind is one thousand kilograms heavy, so it is difficult to connect together, intermittently. The old farmers who are busy all day are busy farming and don't rest for a moment in such gloomy and humid weather. On foggy rainy days, they are busy farming in the fertile fields by the river.
Appreciation: Li Bai wrote this five-rhythm poem, which describes the scene that the roller blinds look out, the grass is wet by the rain, and the rain is like smoke clouds in the peaks, ancient caves and courtyards, but the poem reveals a touch of sadness, because the author sees that the hard-working farmers are still working, and they are very hard to make a living, and they don't feel sorry for them. This is a five-character poem describing the rainy scene. Li Bai, a poet, sketched a misty and rainy picture with lyrical and delicate words: the poet stood in front of the window bored, and everything outside the window was wet by the drizzle. The flowers and plants are condensed, the fog in the ancient caves fills the air, the waterline in the empty courtyard is slightly wrinkled, the breeze is blowing, the drizzle is flying, and more farmers are busy and unwilling to take shelter from the rain. Rain always evokes the poet's infinite reverie and surge of emotion. Li Bai's poem can be said to be "a broad realm, holding Li Shu wholeheartedly, which is a great stick!" Besides, the middle two links are so stable. "