Stinging four ancient poems, written in spring, is Xuan and good spring, often poetry and wine to ap

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-03-03

The smoke and rain are wet and dry, and the apricot blossoms are cold.

After bidding farewell to the cold days of Jiujiu today, we will usher in the third solar term of spring on March 5th.

Since then, the spring light is no longer subtle, no longer the first interpretation of the warbler, the light rain is like a crisp, the green willow is only yellow and half uneven, and the south branch only puts two or three flowers.

At that time, a spring thunder sounds, all things in the world will usher in thick accumulation, a night of spring thunder stone springs, peach blossoms have risen for a long time.

This is the law of natural growth, how can it not be born as a human being and should be well versed in the truth, unwilling to lie dormant and silent, how can it be subdued.

If you want to have the glory of a moment, you need to silently accumulate strength in a place that no one can see, wait for the opportunity, and soar into the sky.

Just like the Qing Dynasty writer Zhang Weiping enthusiastically called at the critical juncture of the changing times: thousands of red and purple are arranged, just waiting for the first sound of new thunder.

Now that the sting is coming, let's follow the ancients in the faint spring thunder, feel the spring light, and taste life.

1.The spring thunder rises, and a hundred stings are empty.

One night, the spring thunder was empty, and snakes and insects fell on the mountain fence.

The gratuitous earthworms compete for the horns, and the berry moss is like a rainbow.

Song Wang Yu (chēng) "Spring Residence Miscellaneous".

The spring thunder began to roar, and the stinging insects fled in shock, which was called a sting. Wang Yuyan's poem is undoubtedly the most beautiful interpretation of the name of the stinging solar term.

One night of spring thunder, all the animals that had been dormant all winter woke up from their slumber, some broke through the ground, some crawled out of the hole.

Vientiane is renewed, and the word "empty" is accurately conveyed, and there is a sense of empty alleys and empty holes, as if they are warmly welcomed for the beautiful spring.

So on the shores of the mountains and lakes, the hedges of the villages, there are insects and snakes from time to time, stretching their long-dormant bodies and breathing the long-lost spring air.

Even the soft and weak earthworms are scrambling to drill out of the mossy land, and they can't wait to walk into this spring and Jingming.

The two earthworms have the momentum of 10,000 years and only seizing the day, and they are inseparable, adding more playfulness and cuteness to the beautiful spring.

No matter how small a life is, it also has the energy to perceive spring, no matter how long it has been dormant in the dark, there is always a spring worth going to.

Liu Changqing also once said, "Suddenly hearing the thunderclap of the heavenly princess, the birds, beasts and insects are falling down", and no one is willing to live up to this harmonious spring.

2.Spring thunder sounds, and everything grows.

A night of light thunder and ten thousand silks, the glow of the floating tile is uneven.

The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches.

Song Qinguan "Spring Day".

A night of spring thunder, a group of stings talk to each other. Wouldn't the dragon work, and the world would have rain.

The spring thunder is striking, and what people are most looking forward to is the spring rain and full of vitality. In Wang Shizhen's pen, the stingers are affectionately looking forward to rain for mankind.

When the long-lost Ganlin descends on the earth, it is transformed into Qin Guan's pen, full of flowers, grass and trees, so beautiful that it is incomprehensible, and it is so beautiful that it lingers.

His brushstrokes are extremely delicate and gentle, without a single word of rain, only with a night of light thunder faintly and ten thousand threads shake down, and the spring rain is brought out.

And then although the clouds disappeared and the rain disappeared, there were traces of spring rain infiltration everywhere, in the jagged light and shadow of the blue tiles floating in the glow, in the peony flowers with affection, and on the delicate rose branches.

People in the world love to say that beauty is like flowers, but Qin Guan did the opposite, comparing the flowers dyed by the spring rain to the beautiful beauty of the style, there are affectionate spring tears, and there are lying on the spring drunk.

Such a spring thunder sounds, everything is long, with Qin Guan's unique grace and softness, just like he wrote about spring sorrow: the free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow.

Ordinary people turn abstraction into concrete, while Qin Guan turns concrete into abstraction, using real and palpable flying flowers and drizzle to compare light dreams and spring sorrows.

But no matter what it is, let the flower become a flower, let the tree become a tree, and the uneven coexistence is the various states of life, and they all live up to this shocking rainfall.

After a drum of light thunder stung, the fine sieve light rain fell on the plum sky. May everyone have their own spring thunder, and all things will be born.

3.Spring thunder, spring heart.

The east wind is drizzling, and there is light thunder outside the Furong pond.

The golden toad latched on the lock and burned incense, and the jade tiger drew the silk back to the well.

Jia's peep curtain Han Peng is less, and Concubine Mi stays on Wei Wangcai.

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

Tang Li Shangyin, Untitled Four Songs, Part II

When the spring thunder shook the sky, it could not only wake up the hundred stings, startle the spring rain, wake up the spring light, but also alarm the spring heart.

In Li Shangyin's pen, this spring thunder doesn't even need to be earth-shattering, just a faint light thunder from outside the Furong Pond can stir the amorous heart, and the spring heart is already moving.

At that time, Chen Ajiao, who was demoted to Changmen Palace, "thunder and sounded, and the sound was like the sound of the king's car", looking forward to piercing but the king did not come.

At this moment, Li Yishan's woman also hopes are disappointed, the spring thunder brings a sassy east wind and boundless drizzle, but the beloved is not in front of her.

At this time, she was accompanied only by the golden toad incense burner and the jade tiger well rope, the incense mist was swirling, the jade tiger was tied to the silk, and it was still lovesick from the inside out.

is so spring-hearted, just like Jia Chong, the daughter of Jia Chong, the founding father of the Western Jin Dynasty, who fell in love with Han Shou, a handsome staff, and had a private tryst.

Another example is that Zhen Mi and Cao Zhi were rumored to be in love, until after her death, Cao Zhi was still holding the jade pillow before her death, seeing things and thinking about people, and her liver and intestines were broken.

It's just that fortunately, Jia's peep curtain and Han Shou steal incense, and the two can finally become married. Unfortunately, Zhen Mi became Cao Pi's queen, and Cao Zhi missed it all his life and died blindly.

Perhaps it is precisely because the woman and Li Shangyin themselves are also experiencing such love that they can't do it, and the tail couplet breaks the grievances and helplessness of love.

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray. Love is beautiful, and the heart of spring is difficult to suppress, but don't compete with spring flowers to bloom. Because the deeper the love, the more it turns and turns, and the lovesickness is like a burning incense burner, with only a little ash left.

But even so, countless men and women are indulging in love. After all, the word lovesick heart turns into ashes, and it is difficult to buy spring back.

4.At the beginning of the spring thunder, farming is busy.

The light rain is new, and a thunderstorm begins.

The Tian family has a few days of leisure, and farming has started from here.

Ding Zhuang is in the wilderness, and the field is also reasonable.

Returning to Jing Changyan, drinking the water of the calf west stream.

Hunger does not suffer from itself, but it is joyful to be anointed.

There is no lodging in the warehouse, and the conscription is still unfinished.

Those who are ashamed of not cultivating will be eaten out of the lu.

Don Wei Yingwu's "Guantian Family".

When it comes to the stinging festival, the hoe does not stop. With the sound of spring thunder, the farmer turned busy.

When that year was stunned, Wei Yingwu, who was the assassin of Chuzhou at the time, saw the light rain falling and the flowers were new, and he cared for and sympathized with the farmer from the bottom of his heart.

A word is busy, a thunderstorm starts, and every household has no time to spare. Some people plough the fields, some people tidy up the fields, some people take the cows to drink, and they all get up early and are greedy for darkness.

In a word, the peasants have the pain of endless toil, endless labor, but they never complain of suffering when they are hungry and poor. Farming is orderly, life is content, and a timely spring rain is deeply gratifying.

In a word, those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders. Wei Yingwu is from the countryside and he is not engaged in farming, so he is deeply ashamed.

In this way, this spring thunder not only sounded the overture to the agricultural work, but also rejuvenated the ancient literati's compassion for the peasants.

Great poets do not only regard the busy farming scene as an idyllic scenery to be admired from afar, but also feel and participate in it with compassion and close proximity.

The world is full of livelihoods, and the fields are full of cultivation. May the spring thunder begin to move, and when we each cultivate for the future, we can also have compassion for this world.

After all, in order to win thousands of purples and thousands of reds in life, it is far from enough to have the first sound of new thunder, and a single flower is not spring.

On the occasion of the stinging solar term, I finally wish you all a good spring, and often enjoy the poetry and wine.

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