In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain is soft and obliquely woven on the foggy gray background in the sky. The cool elf jumped on his neck, and his nerves shrank and his neck shrank into his collar. Rain may be the leakage of the cracks left by the goddess mending the sky, tears in the sky, or fragments of clouds. She floats in the eternal sky, rests in yellow paper and is printed in my eternal heart.
When I was in the first grade of primary school, I would recite that fresh poem, "But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I broke." At that time, I didn't try to figure out the beauty of artistic conception and the natural simplicity of words. I just think it's catchy to read and stay in my memory. I like to get wet by the March rain in the south of the Yangtze River. In my opinion, this is a wonderful enjoyment. Sticky hair tips and scattered raindrops let me know the tenderness and sweetness of Jiang Nanyu. The March rain in Jiangnan is not as neat and cold as the rain in the north, but it is warm, like a gentle woman's hand brushing your face; It is not as heavy and depressing as the snow in the south of China. When it rains, the sky is empty from the ground, as if preparing a stage for the rain to show its beauty. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is closer to the classical charm. In the dense villages, soft branches and leaves and quiet water mirrors all have her blurred, quiet and graceful figure. How many centuries did this classical rain last?
The source of rain is buried in the distant book of songs, and rain makes people worry.
"It's windy and rainy, and the rooster crows. How can I not feel relaxed and happy when I see you in the wind and rain?
The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. See xian Si Qi, there are not many clouds.
The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. How can I be unhappy when I see you in the wind and rain? "
Under the background of stormy weather, people's true colors are integrated into this unexpected shower. The rain is noisy, but the world in the rain is so quiet. The sound of the world was completely drowned by abundant rain. The expectant woman opened the curtain woven by the rain and looked at the edge of the rain. Gloomy and cold reinforce this feeling of concern. This is an early classical rain, which gives people a kind of affection and love.
As a result, the rain has brought endless worries, "endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow" and "the phoenix tree is drizzling", which makes the emotion more delicate and humanized. "Jade furnace incense, red candle tears. Some photo galleries in Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin and the eyes are thin, and the clouds are residual. The night is long and the pillow is cold. Buttonwood trees, it rains in the middle of the night, and the feelings of parting are bitter, and one leaf makes another sound. " (Wen, "More Leakage"). This is a tearful rain, which contains rich human feelings. Rain makes poets and writers more and more full of literary thoughts, and no one appreciates the talent as a generator. The long and lonely night, the cool and deep night, the phoenix tree, the feeling of separation is fermenting, and the rain is counting with loneliness, one, two, three. ...
Rain is a mixture of emotions. It doesn't belong to the sky, but it doesn't belong to the ground. It is the condensation of mood. Rain is a kind of sad concern, just like fallen leaves trying to catch the cracked branches to keep the tail of the season, and the sad destination is doomed to sink. Poets are sentimental species, and they infect their feelings with objects and images. All eyes in the world are in contact with things that feel. "I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect Castle Peak to see me like this." The laws of nature have all kinds of beautiful fantasies, such as green grass, pink and willow green, singing and dancing, and the moon sets.
However, rain is not synonymous with sadness, and her mood is bright and fresh everywhere.
"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "
It is difficult for me to see the poet's confusion and haste in the rushing spring rain. This is a kind of enjoyment of bathing in spring, getting wet and naked. The rain washed away Du's sadness wandering in Yangzhou. We can imagine the clarity and kindness of the picture: several people in a hurry, a charming hero, oblique rain, a shepherd boy in the corner who can never be ignored, the flute blowing short, and the old cow looked up from the grass and stood there listening. In the misty rain in the distance, wine flags are flying, and Xinghua Village is in the depths of readers' imagination.
This is a poetic rain, which makes Du Mu, who lives in Yangzhou, charming and continues the surging talent of Epang Palace. Yangzhou is prosperous, especially under the misty rain in March. "Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March" is one of the most beautiful scenes in my life. The joy of rain added joy to Du Mu's life. I'm not familiar with the scenery in Yangzhou, so I can't gallop. It's hard to see through Wan Li. As a result, beautiful poems were shaken off in the poetry circle in the late Tang Dynasty, covering up his ups and downs in life. We can appreciate Du Mu's talent and Yangzhou's connotation. Forgive my rudeness and preference, I took off Du Mu's poem in Yangzhou:
Down and out, rivers and lakes carry restaurants, and Chu has a thin waist and a light palm. Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On the 24 th Bridge on a moonlit night, where can jade people teach to blow Xiao?
I think, as Su Zhe said in Huangzhou Kuaizi Pavilion, "What is the best way to make it calm and not hurt by things?" Zhang, for example, is very intelligent. Fortunately, the embarrassing Qingming rain fell on the poet. She aroused Du Mu's emotion and literary talent, and described the rain that was still raining forever, the rain in the history of literature.
Rain makes people sad and happy. The author vividly described his feelings about himself. Mysterious artists always look at our diverse world from a height that ordinary people can't reach. They observe birds and animals, pay attention to flowers and flowers falling, feel the wind gathering clouds, and meditate on time and space transactions. They often make original and novel creations and discoveries, which is the origin of great artists' fame. Rain falls on this quiet land, on the land of abundance, and on the governance of the Ming government with outstanding achievements. Su Dongpo suffered the rain:
"Help the next year, the beginning of the official residence. For the pavilion in the north of the main hall, the pond was dug in the south, and the trees were drained, which was a place to rest. It's another spring, and the rain wheat has been in the sunshine of Qishan for a year. People are worried when it doesn't rain in the middle of the moon. In March, it was raining second base, and it was raining second base. People think this is not enough. Ding Mao's heavy rain stopped in three days. Officials celebrate in the DPRK, businessmen sing in the city, farmers worry in the wild, those who worry are happy, those who are sick are treated, and I am comfortable. "
So it's a toast, and the government and the people are happy. Fufeng rarely has such officials, and the kindness of literati is welcomed by the people. Lu Lan said that "obedient people" should also take the needs of the people, and this "Xi Yu Ting Ji" will be in the hearts of the people. Seeing the harmony between the government and the people in the rain is the image of an ideal country and a platonic fantasy. We don't have to study the sound, shape, color, rushing or swaying of rain, and the essence of rain has already fallen asleep in it. This is a connection with Lao Du's spirit. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly, the wild path is dark, and the river is clear. Look at the red and wet place, Jinguancheng is heavy. " It's really Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. This poem is full of color, shape and state. In the poet's imagination, Chengdu is full of flowers and picturesque scenery. The meaning of rain transcends self-narrow feelings and pays attention to people's livelihood, and works shine in the complicated text pile.
The meaning of classical rain suddenly increased. Although it was a free dance, she floated lightly. Can blend feelings and reflect the kindness of officials; To my shock, it actually carries a period of history, a stormy and endless night, depicting an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, sighing and meditating all his life, dripping with rain in Huasong.
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. (Jie Jiang's "To Beauty, Listening to the Rain")
I don't know how many times I have recited this word. This is a sentence that the teacher of Chinese Week in senior high school let us appreciate. How many rainy days I will be shocked by it. Under the attack of foreign invasion and civil strife, the national foundation of the Southern Song Dynasty was like a scattered ruler, and Jie Jiang's small personal strength was swept away by powerful external forces and fell into endless "Amitabha" thought. What a heavy rain! I don't want to analyze the beauty of artistic conception, ingenious conception and rich implication of words. I am listening to the rain attentively. It has been raining all the time, and she has wetted the tears of people who "see Julian Waghann south for another year". History unfolds in the rain.
Rain is one of the themes of natural change, and it keeps falling in the classical sky. Rain brings the feelings and ideals of scholars, which coincides with the important task of self-cultivation, governing the country with the family and peace in the world. Rain is no longer pure rain, but classical rain is very heavy. No wonder it is difficult to fly in the air, and rain is destined to be a cloud. The classical rain has quietly left our gloomy sky and stopped in Dai Wangshu's rain lane. There is no reason for the oil-paper umbrella to blossom, and the alley is getting longer and longer.
Classical rain began to fall only in my life and heart.