In my early years, in order to learn to write ancient poems, I bought a thread-bound version of "Poetry Rhyme", a ***6-volume letter with a small font and a lot of content. Besides looking up the rhyme of poems, it also classifies all kinds of objects, scenery and artistic conception, and collects relevant poems of past dynasties to become a quite complete dictionary of poems.
In the past, scholars had to write poems in an emergency, and they could quickly concoct a few poems by looking them up and setting a set. But there is no doubt that the poem written in this way is not worth reading. Only when you don't have the task of writing poems, it will be interesting to look at China's various collections of poems with the same name.
Looking through it, the name "Rain at Night" appeared, and most of the poems there were readable. Since it is night, all colors have faded, and all colorful words have lost their effectiveness; It's raining again, and the space is tight, so no feat or lofty sentiments can be spread, and poetry can't help but move towards simplicity, itself and emotion. Li Shangyin's famous "Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" is a model.
Just listening to the rain outside the window at night, I will be full of poetry. Speaking of beauty, there is no beauty. The road outside the house is muddy and difficult to walk, the flowers in the yard are scattered all over the floor, and the night travelers are soaked to the skin. But it is in this case that you will feel that the usual secular noise is temporarily submerged, leaving only the tranquility unified by the rain and the loneliness blocked by the rain.
Everyone quietly returned to their seats and sat silently surrounded by rain curtains. Everything outside has become imagination, and imagination in rainy nights is always particularly focused and far away.
The rain at night slowly deprives people of their vitality, so the imagination in the rain at night is particularly sensitive and timid. This timidity is mixed with a certain sense of security and condenses into a warm self-enjoyment and expectation in a small world. Chatting with family around the stove on rainy nights, almost never bickering; Concentrate on studying in the rain at night, and your body and mind will be burned abnormally; Miss your friends on a rainy night, and you will miss writing a letter immediately; Writing in the rain at night will make the words moist and meaningful.
On a rainy night, you'd better stand by the window. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat emitted from you is a fog. There are few things you can see, but it seems that you can see far away. The wind is not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turns into a gradual rain. The ripples in the river are denser and the mud on the road is thicker.
At this moment, nothing between heaven and earth will interfere with this laissez-faire wind and rain. You scrape the fog off the window with your warm fingers and see countless crystal raindrops outside the window. The new fog appeared again. You still row, row, row with your fingers, and finally row to the name you miss.
Rain at night is the enemy of travel.