The ancient wood is in the shade of a short canopy,
The cane helped me across the bridge.
Wet clothes want to wet apricot blossom rain,
The wind blows the willows and does not chill.
Song Zhinan's "Quatrain".
As soon as spring arrives, you will think of the spring rain of apricot blossoms and the willows of Nana. The wind blows, the rain falls, and the falling catkins are stained all over the clothes.
The poet came by boat, and in the shade of the towering ancient trees, he tied the boat to the shore under the ancient trees.
Monk Zhinan held the quinoa cane, crossed a small bridge, strolled on the embankment, and looked at it while walking, the flowers bloomed on the Mo, and the willows were green. Spring is as beautiful as a picture scroll, which is refreshing.
There was a drizzle in the sky, and a tree of apricot blossoms stood in the hazy rain curtain, and it was difficult to give up.
The spring wind is the gentle wind when the willows are first green, and even if it blows head-on, we don't feel cold.
Everything in the world is just right. The wind is not cold, the rain is not cold. Flowers are blooming, trees are green.
The monks also have Fang Chunxing, and their Zen heart is not stagnant. When you look at the clear water in the pond, how can you not be affected by the shadow of flowers and branches? ”
The poet monk with a pure heart and few desires, felt that everything was lovely in the spring, and the poetry was rippling, and he wrote this masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.
A short poem, with twists and turns, is as beautiful as flowing water. It is endlessly evocative, that is the artistic conception that spring should have, and it is also the flavor that spring should have.
The life of Monk Zhinan is unknown, and it is impossible to know what his life circumstances were. But because of his poems, his name was remembered by future generations. And this poem, which brings us the enjoyment of beauty.
The old scholar Zhu Xi read the "Quatrain" written by the monk Zhinan, and his heart was not calm.
He said: "The southern poems are more than beautiful, Gree is leisure, and there are no vegetable shoots." Such as the clouds, 'wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face does not chill the willow wind', to love deeply. ”
Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.
Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
Du Fu "Spring Night Rain".
In the eyes of the poet, the spring rain is amorous, it is gentle and considerate. Following the spring breeze, it crept in the quiet night, causing a gentle drizzle to drift in the sky, and it landed silently, not wanting to alarm everything in the world.
However, the flowers know, the trees know, and the grass and trees in Jinguan City will be revived overnight, and the flowers will bloom, and the flowers will bloom in a moment.
Du Fu, who was worried about the country and the people, smelled the breath of spring rain, felt the vitality of spring, and his joy overflowed between the lines of the poem.
Du Fu, who calls himself Shaoling Ye Lao, gives us the impression that he has always been vicissitudes, and he has never been old at a young age. He was a realist poet and a great "poet saint".
The spring rain he wrote is exceptionally fresh and timeless. It is spring that evokes the vitality of the poet's heart, and it is the spring rain that nourishes his poetry.
The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp,
The grass is far away, but there is none.
The most is the spring benefit of the year,
Win the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Han Yu, "Early Spring, Chengshui Department, Zhang Eighteen Members".
It is understandable, but in the early spring rain, it has almost no color, but the poet thinks it is "moist as a crisp", which is really wonderful.
The poet with a childlike heart can't help but taste a mouthful of spring rain? Is it sweet, melt-in-your-mouth cheese or ghee?
The spring rain is falling tricklingly, and the streets of the capital are hazy and beautiful because of the rain and fog. It is still early spring, the grass is very light and light, looking from afar, it seems to be floating with green smoke, and when you get closer, you can hardly see it.
The psalmist thinks it's the best time of the year. Spring is beginning to emerge, full of vitality and strength. It makes people yearn for and look forward to it.
By the time the city is green, it is already spring, and the flowers are scattered. The mood is not so excited.
Han Yu is an outstanding literary scholar, the head of the "Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties", and Liu Zongyuan is called "Han Liu", and is respected as "the giant of articles". His talent is remarkable.
The spring rain is warm and affectionate. Always so magical, it softens the poet's heart and observes the subtle beauty. Putting pen and ink into it, like a dense and well-toned ink painting, can't help but make people intoxicated.
Tomorrow is the season of "rain". Spring is brewing flowers, the east wind is thawing, and it is scattering into rain. The yang energy in the ground is gradually rising, and the grass and trees are moistened by the rain, pulling out young shoots and growing new green.
In the first month of the first month, everything is recovering. The spring rain is sweet and expensive.
the end
Text: Green Window Flower Shadow.
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