1, the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool.
Translation:
Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water flow, and the shade reflects the water because it loves sunny days and the softness of the wind. The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the water with a sharp corner, and a naughty little dragonfly had already stood on it.
Appreciate:
This poem is a fresh sketch. Everything is so beautiful, so soft and so affectionate. Every sentence is poetic, showing beautiful early summer scenery, natural and simple, touching. This poem describes a spring, a trickle, a pool of trees, a few small lotus leaves and a small dragonfly, which constitutes a vivid landscape of a small pool.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli "Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang".
Translation:
The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves spread layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.
Appreciate:
The whole poem expresses deep attachment to friends by praising the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. The first sentence seems abrupt, but it is actually an atmosphere. Although readers have not yet appreciated the beauty of the West Lake from the poems, they can already feel it from the poet's appreciative tone. Poetry seems to blurt out, which is the most intuitive feeling after shock and ecstasy, thus strengthening the beauty of the West Lake.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. -Zhao Shixiu's "guests".
Translation:
Mei Huangshi, everyone was flooded by the rain, and there were bursts of frogs on the edge of the grassy pond. It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. When I lit the oil lamp, I beat the chess piece bored and broke the knot on the wick.
Appreciate:
Poetry depicts a picture of summer rain in the south of the Yangtze River. In the rainy season, the rain is continuous, the pond is rising, the frogs are constantly screaming, and the rural scenery is so fresh, quiet, harmonious and wonderful.