The purity and beauty of the snow make people feel quiet and peaceful, which not only brings people beautiful visual enjoyment, but also brings people spiritual pleasure.
When the snowflakes fall from the sky, one by one they fall on the branches, in the houses, in the fields, decorating the whole world with a piece of silver.
It's like a fairy tale world, and countless poems are born.
Zheng Xie felt the cold of the snow in the mountains, "When you open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, and the snow is clear and the sun is cold." ”
Bai Juyi woke up in a quietly approaching night snow, "I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo." ”
Yang Wanli said that he loves Dongshan the most after the snow, "I love the snow after the snow in the East Mountain, and the silver mountain is surging in the soft red light." ”
Every elf-like snowflake falls, decorating the world and our mood.
Share a night snow poem "December 15 Night" written by Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty, when the poet was unable to climb the mountain due to foot disease, so he could only recuperate in a quiet place.
In 1777 A.D. (the forty-second year of Qianlong), Yuan Mei was 61 years old at this time, and wrote this poem on the last "fifteen nights" of the year.
In the quiet and quiet night, the poet was in front of his window, only to see a bright moon, the snow all over the ground, and the strange scene of the moonlight and the snow color reflecting each other, making the poet feel like he was out of the sky.
Shen Shen became more anxious, and gradually the voices of people became overwhelming.
The blowing window is brighter, and the moon shines on the snow for a day.
- Yuan Mei, "December 15th Night".
Yuan Mei was a famous poet in the Jiaqian period of the Qing Dynasty, and his poetic style was elegant, lively and lovely, fresh and lovely.
He wrote in "Pushing the Window": "The mountains are like lovesickness for a long time, and the people who push the window are coming." "Give spirituality to the mountain, which seems to miss me so much, and as soon as it opens its window and hugs me.
There is also the sycamore in its pen, "The sycamore knows that autumn comes, and the leaves speak to each other." The sycamore leaves swayed in the wind on the branches, making a rustling sound, as if they were talking to each other, "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming." ”
Yuan Mei's personality loves freedom and does not like restraint, and he left officialdom in his 30s. He operated his own garden for more than 50 years until he died in his 80s.
By writing poems, recruiting apprentices, renting land in Suiyuan, collecting rent, etc.
His life, like the moss in his pen, exudes a unique brilliance of life in that era.
Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also learn to bloom peonies.
Let the moss that originally grew in obscurity in the dark, damp, and inconspicuous corners bloom like peonies in front of the world.
Yuan Mei's poem is not only an expression of his own heart, but also a letter to countless ordinary you and me, in every ordinary post, dedicating their own piece of verdant greenery.
Shen Shen became more anxious, and gradually the voices of people became overwhelming.
More drums: In the old days, there were five watches a night, and the night watchman beat the drum to tell the time, which was called "beating the watch", and the drum used to beat the change was called "changing the drum".
It was late at night, and the sound of drums seemed to urge people to hurry home. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and gradually the sound of talking and laughter disappeared.
In the poem, the "urgency" of the drum is used to correspond to the "absolute" of the human voice, showing the process of the transition from the noise of the day to the quiet of the night.
The following descriptions of snow and the moon were prepared for the landscaping.
The blowing window is brighter, and the moon shines on the snow for a day.
The poet may have just put down the book in his hand and blew out the candle on the table, only to find that the window appeared brighter than the candle light.
I couldn't help but feel surprised, so I admired it by the window, and saw the moon shining on the snow in the courtyard.
There is a full moon in the sky, the world is a snow color, the snow and the moon reflect each other, a bright and flickering piece, ethereal and clear, in this quiet night it is even more quiet and wonderful.
Zhang Xiaoxiang once enjoyed the snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and saw the wonders of the moon and the snow complementing each other, which also made him unforgettable for life, "The snow moon is the most suitable, and the plum and snow are clear." ”
Snow and the moon are the most suitable, and they are the two stunning colors in the world.
And Yuan Zhongdao wrote in "Night Spring": "The flowing spring gets moonlight and turns into a stream of snow." ”
The moonlight spring water is like flowing snow, describing the artistic conception of moonlight like snow and snow like moonlight.
There is also Zhang Dai's "The moonlight leaks under the forest, and it is sparse like residual snow." ”
The moonlight leaked through the cracks in the trees, and it fell like a remnant snow.
The beauty of the moon and snow is wonderful in the poet's pen.
The blowing window is brighter, and the moon shines on the snow for a day. Do you also like this beautiful poem?
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