Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Mr. Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane is a melancholy poem. A Jiangnan girl and "I" met and floated in the rain lane. In the waiting of "I", she appeared and floated like a clove, and then dissipated in the "elegy of the rain". Meeting is just imagination; Passing by is an inevitable tragedy. In the fragmentary words, "she" and "I" appeared, while "I" watched her disappear as if it were a dream. The poet, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandered in the lonely rain lane, fantasizing about meeting a girl he hoped to meet. This is not a real meeting, but an imaginary meeting. The girls in the south of the Yangtze River, like lilacs, may be the girls of the descendants of the prime ministers of the former Qing Dynasty, or the girls next door to the former poets. In fact, it doesn't matter who she is, she will eventually disappear from the poet's sight.
This is a beautiful lyric poem. Against the strong symbolic color, it reflects the poet's tortuous inner world naked, and presents a gloomy picture scroll of Jiangnan alleys in the rainy season with deep and beautiful colors. With sadness, the poet puts himself in a long rainy lane and becomes a lonely man who wanders repeatedly. There is no sound, no joy, no sunshine, only hesitation and sadness. This is a narrow and lonely "rain lane", and it was also a dark and depressing social reality at that time. He has a beautiful hope in loneliness, hoping that his beautiful ideal can be realized. However, the poet clearly knows that good wishes are difficult to achieve. The result is fleeting, leaving yourself wandering in the dark reality. Here, the poet's complex emotions of being unable to grasp the ideal and unwilling to give up the ideal are fully revealed.
The image of "lilac" in Rain Lane makes this poem present a kind of blurred beauty. Lilac knot, the bud of lilac, symbolizes people's sadness. Li Jing also wrote a song about cloves, "Huanxisha": "Hand-rolled pearls hook jade, and the building is locked before the photo. The fallen flower in the wind is so haggard, who is its owner? Think long term! The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Look back at the green waves and catch up with the sky. " Lilac knot and sorrow in the rain have been connected in the works of the late Tang Dynasty. In the hands of the poet, clove has a further meaning. He imagined a girl with lilac-like sadness, lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness. Therefore, it has become the embodiment of a beautiful ideal with sadness, including the poet's pursuit of beauty and the pain of disillusionment of the poet's beautiful wishes. The poet once said: "Poetry comes from reality through imagination, not only from reality, but also from imagination." Under the influence of his thoughts, the lilac-like girl in the rain finally dissipated, reflecting the disillusionment of the poet's ideals at that time.
In the new poetry, Rain Lane is a "sad" text. The image of "lilac" in the poem, the blurred musical beauty and the ups and downs of emotion make it present a strange aesthetic feeling. In the rain lane of literature, readers are often not satisfied with "hoping to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac" and try to catch her, so she "floats past us like a lilac in a dream" and disappears into our sight ... This is where its "sadness" lies.
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
To this end, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Zheng chouhe
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without sound, the spring in March will not be revealed.
Your center of the earth is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
The sunshine is full of cautious flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen when you pass by.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you finally ignore it.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
But my withered heart
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river.
Is the bride in the sunset?
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
However, I can't play songs.
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Text/Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Yellow river
Author: piling snow
Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes
Grass and gold surge in my chest.
I Yan Di Long Pao and Huangdi Neijing
My tears and expression are turbid.
I have been running through my youth.
My bad breath
When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.
Who is your drunken boat?
Suppress one's throbbing chest
I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.
A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.
A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.
Qian Fan's back. You're back.
My emotions are extravagant and wasteful.
My destiny has a bright future.
My silent father was choked to tears by dry smoke.
My nagging mother, her forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove.
I put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles.
My salt is soaked in heavy Shaanxi mutton.
When I lead animals at dusk, I drive birds away from your noisy entrance.
When I drag my children, take care of the old and the young, and walk on your road.
When I bow to your deep source in the brazier above my head
When I use my memory to lift your coming haze.
Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.
My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.
I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.
I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.
My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.
I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.
I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.
The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.
The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried in the declining rivers.
My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.
My river without coffins and tears
I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.
My river won't die if it can't see the sea.
My blows and blows hit the bustling river.
My stumbling river
I can't leave without a river.
When the stone turns into foam,
When bones turn into waves
Sorghum fell and there was blood.
When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley
When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.
Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.
A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.
A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs
Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei
Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.
My great-grandson's surname is Zhao, Wang.
At the beginning of my life, it was a thousand words with similar nature and kindness.
My compendium of materia medica is filled with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
I was overwhelmed by the glorious twenty-four history of China.
A dream of red mansions with my eyes open and insomnia
I smile with tears in my eyes.
My ups and downs, life and death, the boatman's song
My excitement is full of light.
My surging efforts
My sonorous bones
The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.
Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
The Yellow River is flowing, but the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords.
When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.
You are my dream-driven China.
Recommend a few short ones:
Streets in the sky
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think in the ethereal sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
I think the cowgirl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
Do not believe, please look at that meteor.
That's them coming with lanterns.
go on foot
night
Starlight is not gentle.
bow/lower/hang one's head
Walking in the wind
Black edge
Cover your eyes.
Solidified by grief
Let the tears flow or not
Be with people occasionally
past
No one will
Look back a little.
whether or not
Keep going like this.
You can reach the legendary place.
Clean up the injured ferry
Young thoughts
Wang Guozhen
enjoy life
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
Think fondly
I don't know
Do you still love you?
If you love
Why is there such separation?
I don't know
Do I no longer love you?
If you don't love
Why doesn't memory change with time?
pass
Think back to your smile
My heart is ups and downs
Hate everything
It is all over now.
It's just a revolving night
As beautiful as ever
Endless feelings
I want to travel this time.
You can forget your beautiful eyes.
You can cut it.
A trace of love
Autumn wind can't blow away sadness.
Who would have thought that in the end
The mountains and rivers remain the same.
Love remains the same.
Your shadow
It's just in front and behind.
whether or not
Have you forgotten me?
Otherwise, why haven't I heard from you?
Separate from each other
Have you ever cherished me?
Why does a smile always decorate my dreams?
Leave a beautiful fantasy
Are we meant to be?
Just the source and the tail.
Difficult to meet
Did we miss each other?
What will the years leave me
Sorrow haunts the heart, hurting the liver and heartbroken.
If you are not happy enough
If you are not happy enough
Don't frown.
Life is short.
Why cultivate bitterness?
Open dusty doors and windows.
Let the sunshine and rain spread all over every corner.
Vilen moves towards life.
Let the wind iron your forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness.
Dark colors can cover light colors.
Respect yourself
You have no reason to be depressed.
It's autumn for you
As if afraid.
You have no reason to be proud.
It is spring for you.
Put your head back.
Autumn is not as beautiful as spring.
Spring is not stronger than autumn.
Thoughts on oil painting
Just a silent gesture.
Enough to fascinate the world.
Not only because it is a sacred statue.
Not only because it's quiet.
But also because it is a sign.
But also because it was an inspiration.
But also because of her image as a modern person.
tell us
Meditation is a kind of beauty
Boldness is a virtue.
I looked into my eyes.
Read you.
You get it from words.
See through me
Implicit is a character.
Boldness is a virtue.
Don't tell me.
Only the eyes are
The true refraction of the mind
If there is no language
We are in loneliness.
Harvest can only be silence. ...
The faint clouds swam leisurely.
Love, don't be a prisoner.
Don't do it for your comfort.
They prohibit the freedom of others.
It's best not to get it
How can you tolerate too much?
Worrying less is worrying more.
In autumn, the Mimi River flows.
Thin fog
A faint rain
The faint clouds swam leisurely.