Bashan Mountain is only called Bashu Mountain in Guilin. I don't know what the Taoist priest looks like! Is it as magnificent as other famous mountains? Is it as spectacular as other famous mountains? This is a mystery to me-so mysterious, it's a dream that I suddenly woke up at night! It rains at night.
You can imagine what a night it was, whether it was thin or dark. You can imagine what kind of rain it was, sentimental or dull and colorless. Hehe, it's time for us to bow down and come in person. How about "Qiu Chi"? What makes people's thoughts wander! Oh, there is a candle burning.
Rain, dripping, is as sad as people's thoughts. The sky is getting hazy, and green fog is floating around the quiet and isolated Bashan Mountain.
Rain, wet Bashan, wet everything, and wet the hearts of people who watch the scenery. A trust, in the distance! It was raining quietly. Through the half-open west window, I looked at a pool full of water, like a boat.
The candle in the room is burning, and you can see the shadow of the pillar. "You ask the return date is not fixed, and it rains late in autumn pond.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. "Who is this poem whispering? Like my heart! It's raining, and it hasn't stopped.
2. Who can rewrite the ancient poem "Short Message to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" into a letter? Dear wife, I am very happy and relieved to know that you and the children are well.
When will you let me go home? I have been busy all this time, and it is difficult to determine the time to go back at the moment. I really miss you and the kids. As the saying goes, it is good to stay at home for a thousand days, but it is difficult to go out for a while.
When I encounter some difficulties, I always think of our time together; I will never forget the warm fragrant tea and delicious midnight snack you sent me when I was reading and reciting poems late at night. Honey, you should take care of yourself when I'm not at home.
Just then, it began to rain cats and dogs in Bashan, and the autumn pool was full of rain. This reminds me that at home, in this weather, you always bury your head in my arms and cover your ears ... when can we cut the candles together under the west window? Dear, the torrential rain has upset my heart. I miss you more and more ... I wish you and the children health and happiness. Your husband: Li Shangyin.
3. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night rewrote an 800-word composition. When the withered light and inspiration went out in the dark, I could feel the sadness of my joints and the chill around me, which slowly imprisoned me. The body looks sluggish and tired in the dark. This is a disease. In a hurry, the lonely hand held the pen tightly, and the root of the disease fell from then on. On rainy days, there is an old smell everywhere. At this time, people can only look for their own homes alone like stragglers in nature. Silence is a state and sign of terminal illness, especially in such a night when the depression and darkness of rain are mixed together. The worn-out desk is covered with colorful ink, and time and emotion are limited. Only the rain never stops flowing from the daytime world to the darkness, immersing people's hearts and broken windows. Night finally opens the last moment and possibility for light. I opened the window and let the autumn wind tear my world. I struggled out of this feeling of fragmentation, and I could hear the horn. Dance and killing of sword and arrow. The sound of Huo Ran's armor being pierced can make you feel the mystery and nature of the game. I rely on my mother tongue, Chinese, to give me a temperament bathed in a dark aura, natural strangeness, dull people's hearts and boundless history. This is a disease, but the rain never stops flowing from the world during the day to the darkness, and the cold night rain that comes as scheduled repeatedly wets my sight, and the flurry can wash away the dirt left during the day. In a hurry, the fields outside the window are full of vitality, saving my body and mind, and the world is clear. At the same time, there are pedantic commandments between books, and the suffering body and thirsty land can finally be nourished. Lang Lang Gan Kun, slowly imprisoned me, finally opened the last moment and possibility for the light, and I could hear the horn.
The north is immersed in a quiet night.
The scenery at night bewitched my mind, and the root of the disease fell from then on. I opened the window.
The night is quiet as water, the world is silent, and time and emotion are limited sustenance. People at this time can only be like stragglers and butchers in nature. In the dark, my body looks listless, exhausted, and old-fashioned, and the wind is like rain.
The rain stopped when the evening began.
Silent, thunderbolt lightning captures the remaining time of words on the ruins and then sinks into the noisy hell to end the loneliness of the night. At night, I can hold my lonely hand tightly, feel the bitterness of my joints, and feel the cold around me, especially at night when the depression of rain and dark parts are mixed together. Post-modern grammar and words are flooding, and the worn-out desk is covered with colorful ink. Mountains and rivers are approaching you through a long distance and time. Rain hits the false world. The dancing of sword and arrow. Looking at the distant sky, the foggy sky shows its inherent background color, soaking in people's hearts, breaking through the window and entering. This rain has nothing to do with fireworks. The ancients said manna came down from the sacred sky. The mystery of nature dominates my mind, let the autumn wind tear my world, the invisible chill enters my skin, and the autumn rain flutters, looking for my home alone. The sound of Huo Ran's armor being punctured can feel the mystery of the game, which is a state and symbol of terminal illness.
Rain falls from the boundless and speechless sky, and rainy weather should be providence and human will. I bid farewell to the sentimental lingering of the green light and yellow volume, and I tried my best to explore the root cause of my writing. Nihilism and inflated desire suddenly collapsed into a pile of ruins. The storm of desire, like a crazy virus, is mixed with the wildness of words and the sword of hieroglyphics, which impacts my vision and limitations. It silently seeps into the inner hot desert and barren world, and the dawn is not far away. ...
Reference when the withered lamp goes out in the dark with inspiration. Clean rain washes the center of the dark landscape and silently attacks every corner of the night. I struggled out of such fragmented feelings.
4. "A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night" has been rewritten into a 600-word essay, and rain is urgently needed! In a flash, I remembered Li Shangyin's poem "A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night".
Bashan Mountain is only called Bashu Mountain in Guilin. I don't know what the Taoist priest looks like! Is it as magnificent as other famous mountains? Is it as spectacular as other famous mountains? This is a mystery to me-so mysterious, it's a dream that I suddenly woke up at night!
It rains at night. You can imagine what a night it was, whether it was thin or dark. You can imagine what kind of rain it was, sentimental or dull and colorless. Hehe, it's time for us to bow down and come in person.
How about "Qiu Chi"? What makes people's thoughts wander!
Oh, there is a candle burning.
Rain, dripping, is as sad as people's thoughts. The sky is getting hazy, and green fog is floating around the quiet and isolated Bashan Mountain. Rain, wet Bashan, wet everything, and wet the hearts of people who watch the scenery. A trust, in the distance!
It was raining quietly. Through the half-open west window, I looked at a pool full of water, like a boat. The candle in the room is burning, and you can see the shadow of the pillar.
"You ask the return date is not fixed, and it rains late in autumn pond. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night. " Who is whispering this poem? Like my heart!
It's raining, and it hasn't stopped.
The rain outside the window touched my words invisibly, and the study was filled with the classical atmosphere of the Six Dynasties or Wei and Jin Dynasties. The sound of the rain is shocking, and I feel the gap between words and the great times and the relationship between them with a sense of self-confidence. There is another world outside the study. Rain, from the far north to Jianghuai, from Hanshui in the east to Bashu in the west, also has the possibility to experience true knowledge in the south. Rain falls from the vast and speechless sky and silently invades every corner of the night. The so-called manna of the ancients descended from the high sacred sky, and the suffering body and thirsty land can finally be nourished. Lang lang gan Kun, that should be providence and human will. Rain hits this illusory world, and nihilism and inflated desires instantly collapse into a pile of ruins. Looking at the sky, rain has nothing to do with fireworks. Clean rain washes the middle of the dark landscape, the world is silent, and mountains and rivers are approaching you at a long distance and time. At the same time, there are pedantic commandments between books, post-modern grammar and the torrent of words. It seeps silently into the inner hot desert and barren world. People at this time are easy to get inspiration but lose their direction. The sound of rain in the torrent runs down from the old forest split by lightning, the raised stone cliff and the high-risk mountain top. The voice is thrilling, and you can watch a heroic blow and destroy all stupid momentum. Such rain can make black scenery and words brighter at night, and make people's eyes and eyes sharper and sharper. Clear rain flutters in the peace of the world with the wind, condensing the essence and spirit of starlight and the universe. Rain can make this rampant word virus completely desperate, and can make the choice between ugliness and evil, goodness and beauty in an instant. The flow of spirituality is endless, and the flow of nature and clouds and water bear the kindness and compassion of ignorance. Rain purified my words and thoughts, purified the scenery in my eyes, and whipped my flagging body. This comes from the pulsating flow in the pure and flawless night sky, which contains a long history of spirit, Tao and righteousness. Cleanliness and pollution are clearly black and white at the moment of lightning. The process of intangible spirit and experience entering the whole world. This is how the laws of nature define the falsity of words and human moral spirit. If the age is right, the words have depth. I slowly opened the book, the dim light was mild and gloomy, and the ink-like scenery outside the window was as far away from the sky as predicted. I wander between messy books, relying on the experience given by agricultural life and poor artistic sensitivity, let time flow between pages and words. I thought about the handwriting on the rubbings for a long time. Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, Huai Su or Mi Fei, or a master who lived in seclusion. I patiently accept this immersion and feel a potential weather and rationality. Words swim like water, like snakes, rivers and valleys, and dead trees meet spring. You can swim in Wan Ren in the rain and be calm. I tried to copy, and when I felt sure, I stopped to sort out my thoughts. The rain blew into the dark inkstone box with the cold wind, and the thick ink rippled a little, wetting Du Gongbu's poems, which were filled with confusion and the cold front was terrible. I have been trying to understand Lu Xun's indifference and love, reading or entering the shallow enlightenment of the people into history. Because the flood of history lectures and predictions has become too heavy, blocking the possibility of a deadly war. The fragile narrative and retreat text has been vertical, abandoned and sunk. If I want to save my depravity. It is an ideal writing that righteousness and beauty should flash in the dark and bleed.
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A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night rewrote a 200-word composition. On an autumn night on a rainy night, the poet Li Shangyin was sitting at the window, holding a letter from an old friend in his hometown.
In the letter, my friend asked Li Shangyin when he would go home to reunite with his family and friends. Li Shangyin paced up and down the room after reading the letter. He mused that he had lived in Bashan for several years and never returned to his hometown. Now, I wonder how his relatives and old friends in his hometown are doing. Is the osmanthus tree in front of the village in bloom? Is the pavilion where I used to play chess with my friends still there? The rain outside the window is falling, and the pond in front of the house is full, but there is no sign of rain stopping.
Li Shangyin stood by the window, looking at the dark rainy night, and gradually emerged in his mind the scene of drinking and writing poems with his friends, as well as the scene of their traveling together and being in high spirits. But now I live far away from my friends, and I haven't seen them for many years.
I am alone, wandering in Bashan, as if isolated from the world. Li Shangyin felt more and more lonely and bitter, and his homesickness was even stronger.
When can I see my friends again and live a happy and fulfilling life as before? Six months later, Li Shangyin returned to his hometown by boat.
Finally, when he returned to his hometown, Li Shangyin was particularly excited. He had a big banquet with his relatives and friends and ate and drank to his heart's content. After dinner, Li Shangyin took his friends to the scenic garden and talked with him about how much he missed his friends and relatives in his hometown.
I came home this time just to get together with everyone and talk about some happy things I had with my friends. Finally, I talked about how I missed them in the continuous autumn rain that night and how I eagerly looked forward to returning to my hometown as soon as possible.
6. Expand the poem "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" by 500 words. You asked me about the day I came home. I haven't set a date for my return. It rains heavily in Bashan tonight, and it rains in autumn pool.
When will you and I get together again and cut the candle flowers in the west window? Tonight, I will tell you about the autumn rain, my painful feelings. This is a lyric poem.
The first two sentences of this poem, with questions and answers and descriptions of the immediate environment, illustrate the lonely feelings and deep nostalgia for his wife. The last two sentences imagine the joy of meeting again in the future and compare with the loneliness tonight.
The language is shallow and affectionate, implicit and meaningful, well known and memorable. According to textual research, this poem was written by the author when he entered the Liu Zhongying Zizhou shogunate of Dongchuan secretariat from July to September in the fifth year of Dazhong (85 1).
At this time, Yishan's wife Wang Shi died (Wang Shi died in the summer and autumn of Dazhong five years). So, give this poem to friends in Chang 'an.
However, a mountain entered the catalpa curtain, and in the summer and autumn of the fifth year, his wife died. Even if Wang's death comes first and Yishan's poems come last, it is completely possible in the era of traffic jams and poor information. As far as the content of poetry is concerned, if we understand it by "sending it inside", we will feel sad and lingering; Think of it as "north delivery", too delicate, too plain and too delicate.
7. Help me to write the poems "Short Message to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" and "Short Message to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" (1)
During the long journey, unfortunately, on this rainy day, the poet couldn't help feeling depressed. The road in central Sichuan was uneven, and the road in Bazhong was bumpy. The drizzle aroused the poet's homesickness.
His wife is as lonely and indifferent as he is. Maybe it's heart-to-heart. My wife wrote from home and asked when her husband could come home.
Although homesickness breaks the poet's heart, though wandering days make the poet bitter, although Bashan washes away the bitter rain in the poet's heart at night-not pain, but happiness, the bitter water in his heart is like the surging tide in the sad autumn season. The poet doesn't want to go home and play with his wife and family, but he can't make a decision, because the future is so vague and hazy that people are at a loss.
However, the poet put down his full apology, put down his chagrin and threw away his full unhappiness. "The desire for love is endless. Even this bright flame of love is only ashes? "Since acacia is gray and blank, why should he think about those unhappy things painfully?
Ma 'am, when do you think about it? When shall we cut off the flowers of the candle by the window to make it brighter, and then we'll have a long talk? At that time, we were so relaxed, happy and free, instead of being alone thousands of miles apart, wearing clothes that we miss and being alone. However, when the next rainy night in Bashan comes, we must remember the past of separation face to face, cherish the present of embracing each other and look forward to the future of hand in hand. At that time, we laughed, you hugged me, I hugged you, talking about the autumn night when the notes were open and the falling rain. You lean on my strong chest, I smell your faint hair, put my heart in your hand, lift the black hair in your ear and whisper in your ear, "I love you!" " "
Gently, no one heard, except you and me.
A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night (2)
On a rainy autumn night, the poet Li Shangyin sat at the window by candlelight, holding a letter from an old friend in his hometown. In the letter, my friend asked Li Shangyin when he would go home to reunite with his family and friends. Li Shangyin paced up and down the room after reading the letter. He mused that he had lived in Bashan for several years and never returned to his hometown. Now, I wonder how his relatives and old friends in his hometown are doing. Is the osmanthus tree in front of the village in bloom? Is the pavilion where I used to play chess with my friends still there?
The rain outside the window is falling, and the pond in front of the house is full, but there is no sign of rain stopping. Li Shangyin stood by the window, looking at the dark rainy night, and gradually emerged in his mind the scene of drinking and writing poems with his friends, as well as the scene of their traveling together and being in high spirits. But now I live far away from my friends, and I haven't seen them for many years. I am alone, wandering in Bashan, as if isolated from the world. Li Shangyin felt more and more lonely and bitter, and his homesickness was even stronger. When can I see my friends again and live a happy and fulfilling life as before?
Six months later, Li Shangyin returned to his hometown by boat. Finally, when he returned to his hometown, Li Shangyin was particularly excited. He had a big banquet with his relatives and friends and ate and drank to his heart's content. After dinner, Li Shangyin took his friends to the scenic garden and talked with him about how much he missed his friends and relatives in his hometown. I came home this time just to get together with everyone and talk about some happy things I had with my friends. Finally, I talked about how I missed them in the continuous autumn rain that night and how I eagerly looked forward to returning to my hometown as soon as possible.
A note to a friend expanding in the north on a rainy night (3)
This is another night for me in Zizhou, Sichuan. I am in the night of autumn rain. Somehow, I was tired, but I fell asleep.
I seem to hear your wife calling me, and it's still so familiar-gentle, sweet and beautiful. You are saying to me: Honey, when will you come back? What is the date of your return? "
So, I had a conversation with you in my dream: I said, "As for my return, due to the needs of officialdom, I can't determine the date of return." "My main concern is your health. It's late autumn and it's getting cold. " You should pay attention to your health! ""I will, so don't worry! "
At this time, I woke up from my sleep and looked out of the window. Bashan night and continuous rain, the pool has been filled with this ruthless rainy day. I remembered the happy time when you and I were together again. We play together in the countryside, we work together in the countryside, I plow the fields, and you deliver meals. We cook in the place where the green smoke rumbles, I dig rice and you wash vegetables. Our life is so sweet. I have been separated from you since I went on a business trip. I keep thinking in my mind, when can we meet again? When can I have a long talk with you tonight? Only in this way can I tell you the rainy scene I saw in Bashan that night and how much I miss you at this moment. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How do I spend one full moon night after another? Whenever I see every household brightly lit, I only feel lonely living in a foreign country. I miss my relatives very much. Only with you can I feel the warmth of my family and tell my joys and sorrows.
On a rainy night in Bashan, I poured out my love for you and imagined the joy of reunion. At this time, I feel how painful acacia is, and imagination is so unexpectedly sweet.
8. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night rewrote a 200-word composition. On a rainy autumn night, the poet Li Shangyin sat in front of the window by candlelight, holding a letter from an old friend in his hometown. In the letter, my friend asked Li Shangyin when he would go home to reunite with his family and friends. Li Shangyin paced up and down the room after reading the letter. He mused that he had lived in Bashan for several years and never returned to his hometown. Now, I wonder how his relatives and old friends in his hometown are doing. Is the osmanthus tree in front of the village in bloom? Is the pavilion where I used to play chess with my friends still there?
The rain outside the window is falling, and the pond in front of the house is full, but there is no sign of rain stopping. Li Shangyin stood by the window, looking at the dark rainy night, and gradually emerged in his mind the scene of drinking and writing poems with his friends, as well as the scene of their traveling together and being in high spirits. But now I live far away from my friends, and I haven't seen them for many years. I am alone, wandering in Bashan, as if isolated from the world. Li Shangyin felt more and more lonely and bitter, and his homesickness was even stronger. When can I see my friends again and live a happy and fulfilling life as before?
Six months later, Li Shangyin returned to his hometown by boat. Finally, when he returned to his hometown, Li Shangyin was particularly excited. He had a big banquet with his relatives and friends and ate and drank to his heart's content. After dinner, Li Shangyin took his friends to the scenic garden and talked with him about how much he missed his friends and relatives in his hometown. I came home this time just to get together with everyone and talk about some happy things I had with my friends. Finally, I talked about how I missed them in the continuous autumn rain that night and how I eagerly looked forward to returning to my hometown as soon as possible.
9. "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" rewrote the essay in 300 words. I received the thoughts of Hongyan today and saw your handwriting. You asked me when I would come back.
You seem to be anxious in front of me. How do I know the return geometry? Sometimes, I also want to learn from Ruan Ji's bohemian, but now I have you. You are my responsibility, you are my sustenance, and you belong to me.
It's hard for me to talk about you. I can only describe to you the pool full of water in the late rain, just like my mood, which stirred up a thousand waves.
Recalling our lingering feelings, I can't sleep at night, tossing and turning about when we can get together again. I don't think that day is special, but you have me by your side and you are in my hands.
At that time, we decided to talk about it in the curtains, and we were all embarrassed to talk. Words full of worries turn into tender eyes, intertwined and lingering, and the thoughts of broken pipa can only be integrated into our hearts. What was said at that time was just a joke about the rain at night.
I sincerely hope that you and I can also talk about the situation in Rain at Night under the long candlelight in those eighties.