Poems about cloves in Rain Lane 1. Poetry about cloves plus appreciation.
Rain Alley
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.
Rain Lane is Dai Wangshu's famous work and early masterpiece, so he got the nickname "Rain Lane Poet". This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in a state of white terror Because Dai Wangshu participated in progressive activities, he had to take refuge in a friend's house in Songjiang, chewing the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of lost emotions and hazy hopes. The poem "Rain Lane" is an expression of his state of mind, which is intertwined with the dual emotional appeal of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This feeling was common at that time. Rain Lane adopts symbolic lyrical techniques. The narrow and gloomy rain lane in the poem, the lonely traveler wandering in the rain lane, and the girl as sad as lilac are all symbolic images. These images constitute a symbolic artistic conception, which implicitly implies the author's confusion, sadness and expectation, giving people a hazy and profound aesthetic feeling. Musicality is another outstanding artistic feature of Rain Lane. In the poem, repetition of sounds, repetition of sentences, repetition of singing and other techniques are used, resulting in the cycle of melody and pleasant sense of music. Therefore, Mr. Ye Shengtao praised this poem for opening a "new era" for the syllables of China's new poems.
In Rain Lane, the poet created a girl with a lilac knot. Although this is inspired by some works in ancient poetry. It is a traditional expression in ancient Chinese poetry to use lilac knots, that is, lilac buds, to symbolize people's worries. For example, there is a poem in Li Shangyin's "Gifts for Generations" that says "bananas don't show lilac knots, but they are worried about the spring breeze in the same direction". In the Southern Tang Dynasty, Li Jing tied a lilac knot with me in the rain. He has a song "Huanxisha"
Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked. Who is the Lord in the wind? Take it easy!
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky.
In this poem, the lilac knot in the rain is used as a symbol of people's sadness. Obviously, Dai Wangshu absorbed the artistic conception and methods of describing sadness from these poems and applied them to form the artistic conception and image of Rain Lane. This kind of absorption and reference is obvious, but can we say that the artistic conception and image of Rain Lane are the expansion and desalination of the modern vernacular version of the old poem "Lilacs are sad in the rain"? I don't think so. When the poet conceived the artistic conception and image of the rain lane, he not only absorbed the juice of his predecessors, but also created his own. First, the ancients used the lilac knot itself as a symbol of sadness in their poems, while Yuxiang imagined a girl who was as sad as lilac. She has the image of lilacs disappearing in an instant, which is different from the old classical poems and other works created by the poet in his early days. She is full of the tone of the old poems and shows more flavor of the new era. "Lilacs in the rain bear sorrow" can arouse people's hope and disillusionment more than "girls who are as sad as lilacs", and this image is a rare creation in the field of expressing the sorrow of the times. Secondly, in ancient poetry, the lilac knot in the rain is based on the real life scene to pin the poet's feelings. The poet added his imagination to his life experience. It is the product of artistic imagination, more beautiful than life.
2. Poems about lilacs
Poems describing lilacs are always much more sad, which is related to their delicate fragrance like clouds.
A poem named Rain Lane contains a girl with an oil-paper umbrella and lilacs. There is also a poem "Send Congratulations", which reads: "I am full of tears alone, and the small garden is lazy to chase after spring scenery.
Deep gratitude is like a lilac knot, which is hard to show. Describe the bitterness of not meeting.
South Tang Dynasty's "Huanxisha" "Hand-rolled pearls with jade hooks, lock the heavy building to shine in the spring. 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.
I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky. "It is to compare the fragrance of lilacs with the sadness of clouds.
Lilac has thus formed an indissoluble bond with love, acacia and bitterness. The legendary history of the long river swaying lilacs in poetry (1) On the first day of May, it was raining and people were slightly drunk. Holding an oil-paper umbrella at the end of a narrow rain lane, a person sends loneliness. Unexpectedly, I met Lilac and came to see you with tears in my eyes. Why are your tears soaked in love? The promise of that life is to wait for love, stand quietly in the rain, pick up a lonely drizzle, read a purple emotion, change a touch of melancholy, and the branches of my heart are full of flowers. At night, I saw you smiling at my pillow, hugging you silently, listening to your body fragrance, but you couldn't reach the lilacs. (2) Carve the vows of love on the sparse branches, let the sanctity of love soak the purple flowers and let them flow freely. Pieces of lilacs were so lonely and desolate that barefoot undertakers collapsed. (3) There are four purple tender leaves hanging on the green branches of lilacs. Those who understand you say you care, and those who understand me say I want purple tears, which are the wine you brewed in the wind and rain. I just want to taste the lilac of love quietly and happily. (4) Ice City met lilacs in May and let me rest. Idle eyes are intoxicated in your purple trap, so that my lonely years are no longer lonely in your gentle flow. Lilac (1) On the first day of May, it rained and people were a little drunk. Holding an oil-paper umbrella at the end of a narrow rain lane, a person sends loneliness. Unexpectedly, I met Lilac and came to see you with tears in my eyes. Why are your tears soaked in love? The promise of that life is to stand quietly for love and pick up a Mao Mao rain in the rain. I read Emotion in Purple for a touch of melancholy. My heart is full of flowers. At night, I see you smile and hug you silently. Listening to your body fragrance is irresistible, but you can't reach the lilacs. (2) Carve the vows of love on the sparse branches, let the sanctity of love soak the purple flowers and let them flow freely. Pieces of lilacs are so lonely and desolate that the barefoot burrier is heartbroken. (3) There are four purple tender leaves hanging on the green branches of lilacs. Those who understand you say you care, and those who understand me say I want purple tears, which are the wine you brewed in the wind and rain. I just want to taste the lilac of love quietly and happily. (4) The encounter with lilacs in the ice city in May made my leisurely eyes intoxicated in your purple trap, and made my lonely years flow in your tenderness.
3. Ancient poems about lilacs
Lilac flowers Du Fu's lilac flowers are weak, with messy branches and leaves and cushions.
The leaves are thin and floating, and the flowers are sparse and light. After being deeply planted in the nest, the people around him occupied it.
If you fall into the blue musk deer at night, don't worry. The double lilac trees by the pool are strange, and the roots are moved far away, and the fingers are soft.
The dew is fragrant and the pool shadow is flat. Daiye is pale green, and Jinhua smiles at Chrysanthemum Autumn.
How to go overseas, rain and dew separate Yanzhou. Lilacs have fragrant smoke and wet flowers, while the rain hides low leaves, for whom they are green and red.
Alas, the water is so fast. Caressing the beautiful scenery, there is still light yin to moisten.
Ruying is crying on the road, thinking about going back to Italy, with tears in her eyes. Green pods are everywhere, so it's hard to buy leisure.
Seduce. When I think of that year, I am afraid of the cold spring.
There are hidden windows in the kiosk, and there are residual makeup and powder. Diane's eyebrows are dizzy. Dreaming of Wan Li all the way, I wish my heart could not be broken.
Knowing when to see you again is empty and thin. Lilac knot Zhou Bangyan moss along the steps, cold fireflies stick to the house, the court trees look forward to autumn and fall first.
It's raining and windy. In the twilight, I feel the garden clean and moist.
Han Ji's fans are there, but she can't bear to sing and play and throw them away. It's an endless feud to get the moon by being close to the water.
Traction. Remember to taste the wine and watch the battle with Yue Ying.
Zhen Xiang tassels, smoke stoves such as feet, lights dim at night. Who wants to stay in the old country and work hard?
Only with Dan Qing, it is even more dusty. The lilac knot in Wu Wenying is fragrant and red, and the silver candle has a high shadow. I used to travel at night and get drunk.
Wen Qiong is tired of brocade. Yan and Wen Xue were stunned and the court was overturned.
After Ma Si left, the autumn wind changed, and so did the dream of my hometown. Wu Shuang melted in the morning light and suddenly felt that he was stealing spring flowers secretly.
Not bad. The sea fog in the fairy mountain is cold, and Huaner is half asleep and half awake.
Shallow lips, blushing, back when self-mutilation. Outside the curtain, the moon hangs cold and swings to the sun.
With the continuous development of Chun Qing, I still miss my old son. Lilac knot Yang Zemin's plum rain is still clear, the cold wind is rushing, and thousands of oblique meteorites are sent from afar.
Listen to the underwater sound and turn to Lei Xun. The fog is heavy and wet, but my clothes and fur are wet.
It's unbearable to be cold outside chaos. Rugged and steep rocks and steep mountains are all on the same line.
Guidance. Look at the negative crossbow with a standard, roll up the air and arrange the elements.
Clouds closed in the evening, and I saw the sun at dawn, and I gradually blushed. I can't help sighing that Ping is a wanderer.
But the newcomer is slim and I believe it is not because of illness. Lilac knot holds dressing table, green song fan, golden well and blue wind.
Listening to bean worms is quiet, accompanied by loneliness and cold, forcing the raspberry wall to be wet. It is expected that Song Yu will be miserable, and how can he bear it?
The lotus pond is exposed to the wind, gradually becoming pink and red. Seduce.
Remember to dance, bow and turn around the flowers. The wine is thin and sad, the cheeks are stained with tears, and the eyebrows are faint.
Qin Jing still lacks space. It's like being thin at the thought of thin waist and weakness.
Lilac Road, Guimeng River, people don't ask, ten years drunk outside the cloud. Diligently untie lilac knots, spread branches and spread spring.
4. Poems about lilacs
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.
Dai Wangshu, Rain Lane
5. Poems about Lilacs
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk,
Jade ladder crosses the moon like a hook.
Bananas don't spread Lilac Festival,
In the same direction, spring breeze is sad.
Li xuanchuan
Let's go, let's go. Where is it? All the way to Bachu, mountains and rivers are connected.
It was raining at dusk, and before the Twelve Peaks, the apes sang the passenger ship.
Is there a difference between sadness and lilac knot? Because of parting, the national voice is lost.
If you miss a beautiful woman, you should hate the bright moon and the spring breeze.
Li Jing, the monarch of Nantang, Huanxisha
Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked.
When the flowers fall in the wind, who is the master?
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness.
I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky.
Song Qingzhao Huanxisha
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Modern Wang Guowei points crimson lips.
(At that time, Mrs. Mo, Wang's ex-wife, was newly mourned, and this word was called mourning. )
It's useless to know about it recently.
If you can't throw it away, just look for it in your dream.
When you wake up, you will be disillusioned with your dreams.
The west window is white, the moonlight is cool one after another, and there is lilac snow in the first courtyard.
Xu Ming bangcai Lilac
Su Xiaoxiling retired from the moon, and the fragrant cars and white horses led Lang.
At that time, there was a concentric knot, and today the spring breeze cut it open.
Chen Qing Ji-yeon sang white lilacs.
Several trees are in the east of Hua Yao Yard, and Motome is obviously next to the curtain;
Cold strings and exquisite snow, fragrance sends light dew wind;
Weigh the powder and mix it evenly, add it into the book and wash the makeup;
The most pitiful thousand knots come and go, twelve withered jade bushes.
Mao Wenxi's More Leaks
Spring is midnight. Spring hates cutting and flowers are spent outside the moon.
People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter.
Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court.
The night fog dispersed, the morning glow, Shuang Yan between the beams.
Li Yu of Yi Hu in Southern Tang Dynasty
Just after evening makeup, pay attention.
Show people lilacs,
A clear song, temporarily lead the cherry blossoms to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash.
The embroidered bed leans against the charming, chewing Red Velvet's,
Laugh at Tan Lang.
The crimson lips of the Southern Song Dynasty King? light purple
The falling wood rustled, and Jumpa vomited under the glass leaves. Su Xiang Roushu. Elegant and charming.
I didn't mean to get the first one, but Miri was jealous. There are spring rains and thousands of worries. For example, remembering the Lord of Jiangnan.
Song chenyun touches the fish flat.
Lean against the east wind and draw the diaphragm 12, with a low curtain.
Yuping cold pear-shaped thin, lonely building misty rain.
The heartbreaking part. Melancholy and tenderness, farewell to Changting Road.
Years are like feathers. Ren Jinse is cold, Qiong Xiao dreams far away, and she is ashamed to dance with Cai Ying.
Garden fu. Yi he Qiao mei The traces of crying are still splashed all over Jiangsu and Anhui.
Clove * * * knot acacia hate, empty embroidery.
Evening in spring. I'm not going to stay in spring.
Spring sleepy journey. Take a dark green and thin red boat and bring wine to spring.
Tang Wei Zhuang observed a moment of silence for Ji.
Phoenix can't be found in Lu 'an, and the fairy road in Zhou Shi is full of colorful clouds.
If there is no girl, she should be old, because the moon in Heng E sinks easily.
Whether bamboo leaves can dispel resentment, cloves are empty.
Xiangjiang River is so vast, where can I miss the sound of the piano?
6. A brief analysis of the significance of lilacs in Dai Wang Shu Yu Xiang.
It symbolizes people's sadness, a beautiful ideal, and a hazy ideal and pursuit in the poet's heart. It is a common method in traditional poetry.
In Rain Lane, lilacs are not the carrier of the poet's sadness, but the starting point to express the poet's depressed and melancholy feelings. In this poem, the poet has his own creation, which is based on tradition and higher than tradition.
In Rain Lane, lilac first appeared as a girl: "I hope to meet a girl like lilac, who has the same color and fragrance as lilac." The appearance of lilacs in ancient poems represents sadness, while lilacs in rainy alleys are used to describe the image of girls.
This girl symbolizes a beautiful ideal in the poet's pen. Lilacs appear in front of girls, which not only makes girls have the beauty of lilacs, but also the sadness of lilacs. From The Girl Like Lilac, we can see the melancholy and fragility of the ideal. This image with cloves is a description of the poet's pursuit of beauty and the pain after the disillusionment of his beautiful ideal.
The images of lilacs used by poets are different from those used in classical poems. She has lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness. The poet borrowed the sight and smell of clove. This synaesthesia usage describes the beauty of girls from different directions. Compared with the cloves in classical poetry, this expands the artistic capacity of cloves.
The image of lilac in Rain Lane is not only a symbol of sadness, but also an image that sets off a girl. In poetry, lilacs and girls blend and penetrate each other, which makes the image of lilacs have the characteristics of girl expression and girl image.
The analysis of the two images is inseparable. * * * constitutes the characters in the poet's works, and the lilac image here is obviously different from the lilac image in classical poetry.
7. Poems about lilacs
light purple
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Lilacs are fragile and messy. The leaves are thin and floating, and the flowers are sparse and light.
After being deeply planted in the nest, the people around him occupied it. If you fall into the blue musk deer at night, don't worry.
There are two lilac trees on the pond.
Year: Tang Author: Qian Qi
The ground moved away, and my fingers became soft. The dew is fragrant and the pool shadow is flat.
Daiye is pale green, and Jinhua smiles at Chrysanthemum Autumn. How to go overseas, rain and dew separate Yanzhou.
Lilac trees were found in the west porch.
Year: Song Author:
Everything has its own nature, and the principle of correction should be injury. How to plant micro-wood and knead it to make it fragrant.
Not enough flowers, obscene and yellow. Do you know the green cassia twig, which leads to a hundred feet of reins?
light purple
Year: Song Author: Hong Zun
From the lilac country, it is still rare in the world. Clusters of branches and leaves, messy clothes.
Leng Yan Qiong is colored and surrounded by low branches. When the vine suspects the clavicle, it sees jade dust flying.
light purple
Year: Song Author:
Thousands of branches in Chiba give face, with flowers in the heart and bodies outside. It's sad that your son gets along well with your minister.
light purple
Year: Ming Author:
The flowers are not strong, but in the name of lilacs. The branches are decorated with purple millet, and the fragrance is not weak.
Those who know natural history are famous for their incense. Or trees are similar, but I regret not going to the south.
The initial planting was only drought, and the fertile soil was competing for germination. I don't know whether to move to my hometown or not.
Finally, when you asked, you thought as deeply as you knew.
8. Write 10 a poem about lilacs.
I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood.
Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. Luo Sleeve □ ("Looking at the City" can be faded, and the cup is deeply rotated by the fragrant mash.
Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing. Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Bananas do not show lilac festival, but the spring breeze in the same direction breaks the sand around the stream, breaks the gold, and cuts them into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Don't let a man sigh that the water has passed away, he will be sad and cold. The cold is still warm, and the water is not returned! Besides, I'm not gay, thousands of miles away.
The cable will cry, say goodbye and the grass will rest. The road to repair is vast and endless, and it is ruined.
Why go into battle lightly, the clouds can't sew. How brave, the sword is a lilac knot.
Why old four? Coral branches in the East China Sea. How to comfort the distant place, practice diligently and cherish the short days?
When love does not continue, Jiahui will be strong. Sing for you, dance for you, do what your brother does, and don't suffer from it.
There are stars and moons before drunken flowers, and the curtains are bright. Frost trees have empty branches, and lilacs are heartbroken.
It's cold in the middle of the night. I hate it and never rest. Two jade chopsticks are for you to hang. Who said this night? Magpies step into the autumn banana wind, the pond is littered with chaos, and the rain is scattered.
Build by laying bricks or stones around the grass to rest, and learn to worry about lilac knots. Looking back to the southwest to see the late moon, the lonely goose choked when she came.
There is nowhere to say before. When will Guanshan leave? Spread the jade hook on the hand-rolled pearls of Huanxisha, and lock the heavy building to shine in the spring.
When the flowers fall in the wind, who is the master? The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness.
I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky. It is even more leaking in the spring leaves, and the spring hates cutting and spending it outside the month.
People can't see, dreams are hard to follow, and the red yarn is slightly lighter. Partial hatred, it is Fang Jie, there are thousands of cloves in Qian Qian in the court.
Night fog dispersed, Xiao Xiahui, Shuang Yan between the beams. Trees are swaying by the shallow pond and flowers are falling like cloves.
Don't look back at the green courtyard and promise to win your hometown elsewhere. Niannujiao is bold and unrestrained, and friends are all friends, and they are heroes for a while.
Escape gas lingyun, beauty, enjoy spring flowers and autumn moon alone. Ye Ye advocates, seeking fragrance and choosing victory, but it is a kind of climbing.
Yesterday I swam like a dream and sighed in front of the mirror. Meet by chance, ten years later, we will talk about it with forbearance.
It's too late for the lush green to turn into gloomy spring. Who can untie the lilacs? Bowser plays with sadness, and the jade pot knocks with resentment, which is shocking and sad.
The wine column is quiet, which is the season of your heartbreak. Spread Huanxisha/Shanhuazi and break the gold.
Cut into layers of jasper leaves, the expression and spirit are like Yan Fu, dazzling.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
I found 1 1 a song for you. Take your time.