Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
This is a lyric poem known to all women and children since ancient times. Meng Haoran (698-740) was the first famous poet who wrote landscape poems in the Tang Dynasty.
This poem does not use the general technique of directly describing the spring scene in front of him, but captures the typical spring breath and expresses his feelings of loving and cherishing spring through his auditory feeling and association with "Spring Dawn" (spring morning) when he wakes up. The first two sentences of this poem were written by a poet who didn't know it was dawn because of his dream on a spring night. When he woke up, he heard birds singing everywhere outside the house. The poet cherishes ink as gold, and expresses the vibrant scene of Chunxiao with only one sentence: "Birds are singing around". However, people can know that it is the cheerful songs of these birds that awaken the lazy and sleepy poet. It is conceivable that it is already a beautiful spring outside the house at this time, and we can appreciate the poet's praise for spring. It is this lovely scene of spring dawn that makes the poet naturally turn to the association of the third sentence and the fourth sentence in the poem: I heard a burst of rain last night, and now how many flowers are shaken in the courtyard? Linked to the first two sentences of the poem, this night's storm is not a storm, but a gentle breeze and drizzle, which sends the poet into a sweet dream and cleans the morning brighter, which is not hateful. But in the end, it will shake off the spring flowers and take them away. Therefore, the phrase "I don't know how many flowers have been folded" implies the poet's faint sadness and infinite reverie about the passing of spring scenery.
The reason why this poem is deeply loved by people lies in its clear language and catchy tone, as well as its closeness to life, blend of scenes and profound implications.
Dawn is like a sword, splitting the silent night and welcoming the rising sun. It is already dawn, and the morning light like a clear spring flows in from a small window. On the branches, birds are constantly singing. The dawn of dawn lifts the veil of night, spits out brilliant morning light and welcomes a new day. The newborn dawn, like a bright red baby, trembled three times in this thick spray. The rising sun, covered with strong alcohol, sprinkled infinite drunkenness on the vast sky in the field ... The sky gradually revealed the dawn, and the light blue sky was inlaid with a few residual stars, and the earth was hazy, like a silver-gray veil. At dawn in the mountain village, I opened my eyes in the henhouse. With the cock crowing, I hugged all night, kissed the world all night, and reluctantly let go of my hand. On the lips of heaven and earth, a new world unfolds. Dew, rolling down the dream of dandelion and clover, splashing transparent sunshine. In a golden noise, a dawn that is no longer wet is hatched. Dawn-the angel of a new day, she came, dispelled the night, came to earth like a mother, and gently lifted the light brown silk veil covering the earth from the east; Then, gently and thoughtfully awakened the mountains, awakened the earth, awakened the sleeping life, and made the world look brand-new in an instant. The earth woke up, so charming and gentle, just like a baby waking up in a cradle, with her eyes wide open and her mother watching round and round, so naive and so clever ... In the early morning, in a shady valley, there were hundreds of birds. Growing up, I like the morning because of the morning light. Imagine: getting up early in the morning, rubbing your closed eyes, pulling up the curtains, pushing open the window, and a ray of golden sunshine coming in, bright and gentle, how comfortable it is! A new day has begun. In the early morning, white snow flowers floated in the sky, and a crystal white silver blanket was laid on the ground, covering houses, trees and mountains with white clothes made of jade and silver thread; In the early morning, the biting cold wind swept through the mountain village, and it snowed all night, covering the vast Yuan Ye and putting a white velvet coat on this beautiful mountain village. How beautiful the mountain village after the snow is! In the morning, the whole world is clear and bright, and the sun shines gently on everything in the world through the faint fresh fog, which is unique.
A pleasant feeling. In the early morning of early spring, the wet wind swept gently, came in through the broken glass window, brushed everything gently and ran away quietly.
Tang poetry depicts the beauty of spring morning. Although there are many poems about spring in Tang Dynasty, the most influential ones are Zhang's Moonlit Night on a Spring River, Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn and Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
"Moonlit Night on a Spring River" was originally a work by Chen Houzhu in the Southern Dynasties, which is similar to "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" and can be enjoyed. It belongs to the song of Wu Sheng in the Qing Dynasty. Later, quite a few people wrote new poems on this topic, all of which were five words. Most of them are about lovesickness and parting. The main feature is gorgeous, and the content and form have not deviated from the pattern of Chen Gong style.
Although Zhang also uses the old topic, it is a long poem with seven words, and its tendency is quite different from that of palace poems. Although the bottle is very old, the wine in it is brand new.
As the poem says, Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
..... I dreamed of falling out of the pool last night, and poor spring didn't come home. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Spring, river, flowers, moon and night are all beautifully written in this book, and philosophical thinking about life runs through it. Time series has changed, Jiang Yue remains the same, life is easy to get old and there are many troubles. Only good feelings can transcend time and space, have eternal value and bring great comfort to life.
Here, the eroticism and sensuality in the previous palace poems have been washed away, and there is no low taste. It is noble, elegant and thought-provoking. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is extremely simple, just a little bit of insight, and there is no lack of philosophy-I woke up easily on this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. In just 20 words, I wrote a little about the poet's feeling when he woke up in the morning.
The poet didn't sleep well all night, and the sound of wind and rain worried him that the flowers might not be able to stand it; Then I fell asleep in a daze and didn't even know it was dawn. At this time, birds can be heard everywhere, which is wonderful.
Despite the storm, spring is still unstoppable. There will always be twists and turns in life. The poet has his troubles and is full of confidence and hope for life.
In such a very easy-to-understand poem, it contains profound philosophy, so it is very durable to read. Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is far from philosophy, and only writes about the most common things and feelings in real life-it's a good rain to know the season when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Jinguan City is Chengdu, where Du Fuliu lived and cared about everything.
Spring is the time when everything grows, and it is in urgent need of rain, and it is also the most prone to drought. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", so when it rains at night, the poet is in high spirits and writes down the word "good rain" as soon as he comes up. Zhuan Xu's words "dive" and "run" describe the continuous light rain vividly. "Good rain" came not only in time, but also well.
This couplet later became a famous sentence and was frequently quoted in its original meaning and extended meaning. Spring blooms in Tang poetry. At that casual moment, I feel the deep spring, the infinite spring, so fresh and full of vitality.
4. Sentences describing going to school in the spring morning. Get up in the morning and open the curtains. What a heavy fog! The surrounding mountains, houses and trees are covered with a layer of fine gauze. The breeze blows and the fog moves slowly, just like a girl dancing in the sky.
2. In the early morning of spring, I woke up from my dream, walked out of my house and came to Cuizhu Park, where I saw a colorful world. As soon as you enter the door, you feel a fresh and intoxicating air, which makes people feel very comfortable. Clusters of red, white, yellow and green are embedded in the spring land. The rolling mountains in the distance are covered with green clothes, and the rolling mountains are like a Wolong. It is faintly visible that pieces of flowers are dotted on the green Wolong, adding color to Wolong.
Spring morning is a good time for everything to revive. Grass rushes out of the ground, greedily sucks the thin spring rain and puts green clothes on the earth. Flowers have a beautiful smiling face, red, yellow, purple, colorful and beautiful. The most beautiful is peach blossom. At this time, some purple peach blossoms in the square are in bud, some are half open and half closed, and some are completely open.
The sun just rising from Dongshan is red, like a big copper coin just baked, which makes the clouds beside her blush. The sun climbs higher and brighter. The sharp arrow she shot pierced the dense fog tightly wrapped around the earth and tore it into wisps. The dense fog had to escape and disappear without a trace, leaving light and heat to dominate the blue planet.
At 6 o'clock in the morning, the sun gradually peeped out from the eastern sky, like a shy girl, timid. After a while, he probably knew it shouldn't be like this, so he jumped out of the horizon like a naughty boy. Suddenly, everything on the earth turned golden, like a layer of golden gauze, and everything in the world became active.
6. In the morning, Father Sun scattered many clouds all over the sky, making the blue sky extraordinarily beautiful, like a huge and colorful brocade. The golden sun is round like a big ball in the sky, more like a big plate hanging in space. The white clouds in the sky are bigger than each other, and they will be like lions for a while; Like a puppy for a while ... in short, it is varied and varied.
7. Gradually, the sun rises. Thousands of golden rays break through the morning fog like sharp arrows.