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On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

author:Tang poems, Song poems, ancient poems
On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

Plantain is a relatively common plant in the south, it has a unique shape, standing in a pavilion, the leaves are huge, thick shade and cool, although there is no moving color, but the charm is charming, accompanied by time, and often appears in the poetry of the ancients.

A kind of spiritual phenomenon, natural physical weakness.

The leaves are like oblique boundary paper, and the heart is like pouring out a book.

- Don Cui Yong, "Basho"

In the eyes of the poet, the plantain is quite peculiar, although it is tall, it is an herb, so it does not have the firmness of the tree. The banana leaves are wide and connected, but they are like paper with diagonal lines, while the young leaves of the plantain are rolled up, like a rolled book, and the teacher is pulling back. The poet is worthy of being cultured, and everywhere he thinks of things related to reading.

The plantains in the spring are green and tender, and the heart is still curled, quite a bit of a girl's secret meaning, which is pitiful.

Xiao Makeup only stopped wandering, and Luo Socks gently moved to the green moss.

Try to ask Basho about Chunshin, who is Ichigo Fangza for.

- Ming Xia Yin, "Banana Beauty"

After dressing up in the morning, the beauty has some thoughts in her mind, wandering in the courtyard, moving her steps slightly, and walking on the moss-stained ground. She looked up and wanted to ask Basho about the news of spring, for whom was the heart that was sealed like a book open? Spring is finally coming, the plantains are full of life, and the hearts of the beauties are difficult to hide.

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

The curly plantain is like a heart that cannot be happy, and sorrow is coming.

Upstairs at dusk desire rest, jade ladder across the moon like a hook.

Basho does not show the lilac knot, and the same spring wind is worried.

--Tang Li Shangyin, "One of the Two Gifts"

At dusk, I went up to the tall building alone, looking into the distance, but I hesitated. The staircase has been broken, the lover has not come, and the crescent moon is like a hook in the sky. I saw that the hearts of the banana leaves were not unfolded, and the lilacs were tulips, and they were each sad in the spring wind, just like the woman's gloomy mood.

Basho is also very grounded. Many people's courtyards will be planted with plantains as an embellishment.

The small swamp is as shallow as a tray of water, and the new shoots of the pupa are born.

The barrel diverted the water from the front stream, and raised the plantains to listen to the sound of rain.

- Ming Xu Juzheng, "The Matter"

There is very little water in the small moor, as if it is on a plate, shallow and clear, and aquatic plants such as pupa grass begin to sprout and grow. The poet connects the long bamboo tubes and draws the water from the front stream here, but it is to raise the plantains, so that when it rains, it is good to hear the sound of the rain. The poet is really leisurely.

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

Plantains, which are very common in the south and bloom in spring and summer, are both full of life and make people feel more intimate.

Painting boat stops radial, hibiscus hedge outside the bamboo cross bridge.

The aquatic man sand on the woman, looking back, laughing pointed to the banana forest to live.

--Song Ouyang Jiong, "Nanxiangzi Painting Ship Stops"

The boat does not move, floating on the water, the shore can see the hibiscus flowers blooming in full bloom, as a fence for people, you can see the bamboo bridge across the river in the distance, the scenery is really beautiful! What are the men on the boat talking about with the girl standing on the sandhead? The woman was already gone, but she turned back, smiled and pointed to the banana forest, and said, My house is there! Across the river, across the sand bank, the man's gaze must follow the girl until she disappears into the turquoise banana forest!

The banana leaves are large, swaying slightly even if there is no wind, and even if there is no rain, it also makes a crackling sound. In the wind and rain, there is more emotion.

A spring sorrow with rain pouring, the river boat shakes, upstairs curtain beckons.

Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, the rain is gentle and dashing.

When the day comes home to wash the guest's robe, the silver character is toned, and the heart word is incense burned.

Streamers are easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains!

——Song Jiang Jie, "A Cut of Mei Boat Across the Wu River"

The spring rain is like wine, full of sorrow, the poet crossed the Wu River by boat, saw the wine curtain on the shore fluttering, really wanted to get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows. The ship passed by the famous Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, and did not have the heart to watch, only felt that the wind and rain were fluttering, and it was even more sad. When will I be able to go home, play with the silver-encrusted sheng, and light the incense in the shape of a heart? But sigh the streamer hurriedly, unconsciously the cherry is red, the plantain is green, the spring has passed, and I am still wandering in a foreign land, how can I not be worried?

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

In the summer, the thick shade has grown, and the plantain brings a burst of coolness to the people.

Plums leave sour soft teeth, plantains divided into green and window screens.

Day long sleeps up and thinks ruthlessly, idly watching children catch willow flowers.

——Song Yang Wanli, "Idle Early Summer Nap"

The plums I have eaten still have a sour taste, and the turquoise plantains seem to dye the window screens green. As the day grew, the poet took a nap, got up a little bored, and watched the children outside running around catching willow flowers.

In the middle of summer, plantains are indeed suitable for relieving the heat. Plantains look good and bring coolness, as if its leaves are like a huge fan.

Whoever steamed it coolly, the fan shook up the bamboo window.

Quasi-proposed Xiao Xuantian slept beautifully, dreaming of turning the river in the night of wind and rain.

--Tang Yan Zhenqing, "Basho"

In the hot summer, the plantain brings infinite coolness, and the green leaves sway and cover the bamboo windows. The poet prepares to take a beautiful nap in the study, but the wind and rain suddenly arrive, as if turning the river upside down. Basho can block the sun, but it can't stand the wind and rain, but it will help the sound of the rain!

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

Summer plantains, with their wide, large leaves, are also interesting.

Song yin a half-bow moss, occasionally want to read and lazy.

Playing with banana leaves in the clear spring, children mistakenly recognize the sound of rain coming.

——Song Yang Wanli, "Idle Early Summer Nap Up, Part II"

There was moss under the pine shade, and the poet wanted to read the book, but did not bother to open it. What's more interesting? He brought a clear spring and sprinkled it on the banana leaves, and the sound of the rain alarmed the children who were playing, and they thought it was raining! The poet must have been amused, wasn't he himself a child who didn't grow up?

Plantains are prone to rain, even at night, when it rains, plantains report first.

The early grunts resume, and the residual lights are extinguished and bright.

The window knows the night rain, and the plantains have a sound first.

- Don Bai Juyi, "Night Rain"

The crickets barked intermittently, and the lights went out and lit up again. Even through the window, I know that it is raining at night, because the bananas outside the window are making a noise! It was already an early autumn night, silent and cool, and the poet listened to the rain, sniffed the scent of autumn, and did not fall asleep for a long time.

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

Plantains and rain are always associated, as if the huge green leaves are a piano, just to let the rain play.

For the love of banana green leaves, planting bamboo to lead the breeze.

Lately, I have been afraid of listening to the rain of sorrow, and I have cut off the three or four bushes in front of the eaves.

- Song Hu Zhonggong, "Basho"

Because he liked the thick green leaves of the plantain, the poet planted the plantain by means of green bamboo in the hope of attracting a fresh breeze to cool off. But lately the poet, fearful of hearing the melancholy sound of the rain, cut down three or four bushes of plantains in front of the eaves. However, if you can cut the plantain, can you really cut all the worries and sorrows of the world?

Although plantains are thick branches and large leaves, they can always predict autumn as early as possible.

The banana leaves are amorous, and one leaf is only comfortable and one leaf is born.

Self-love is inexhaustible, but it teaches the wind and rain to complain about autumn.

- Qing Zheng Xie, "Wing Basho"

Banana leaves are amorous, a leaf stretches, and a leaf in the heart of the leaf grows again. It is like a lovesickness that never ends, endless, and the arrival of autumn is more like mourning in the wind and rain.

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

Banana rain, sad heart, there are always too many unsatisfactory in the world, bit by bit, all in the sound of rain.

One sound, one more.

The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite at this time.

Dreams are hard to come true, and hate is hard to reconcile.

People who don't like to hear it don't like to hear it, and the empty steps drip to the light.

--Song Wan Qianyong, "Sauvignon Blanc Rain"

The sound of autumn rain dripping, the bells and drums of the newspaper are repeated over and over again. The plantains outside the window, the lone lamps in the house, also seem to become amorous on the stormy night, comforting the lonely poet. It is difficult to dream well, it is difficult to calm the heart, and the autumn rain does not care whether the sad person likes it or not, and it keeps falling until dawn.

On the banana leaves, the autumn sound is miserable, and how much hurt makes it difficult to describe.

Who planted banana trees in front of the window, the atrium was shady.

Yin is full of atrium, leaf leaves are hearted, and shu rolls have more than clear.

Sad pillow on the three more rain, dripping rain. Drip by bit.

Worried about the northerners, not used to getting up and listening.

--Song Li Qingzhao, "Ugly Slave of Tim Characters"

I don't know who planted the banana trees, a thick shade that covered the courtyard. The leaves and the heart of the leaves are attached to each other, or shu or rolled, and seem to have infinite affection. When it rained at three o'clock, it was pouring out, adding to the sadness, and the poet could not sleep, nor could he hear the sound of the rain, so he got out of bed in his clothes. When will the rain stop? Who knows? I don't know when the poet's wandering path will end.

On the banana leaves, streamers are rising

Whether it is plantains, or wind and rain, whether it is spring, or autumn, whether it is hometown or a foreign country, people's lives are always just going with the flow, why not go with the flow?

There is three more rains on the banana leaves, and life is only with him.

It is not the end of the world, and the end of the world is also home.

Ping Shan is stacked three or five times, and butterflies fly everywhere.

It is Jukan who can see, and the east fence is cold alone.

- Song Liu Chenweng, "Bodhisattva Man"

On the banana leaves, autumn rain falls in the middle of the night, life, just go with him, even if you go to the end of the world, you may as well take it as your home. Look, a few stacks of green mountains, butterflies flying everywhere. It is a good time to enjoy the chrysanthemums, standing proudly outside the east fence in the wind and frost. The poet does not want to mourn, nor does he bother to complain, so be it, it is good.

On the banana leaves, it is not only the spring wind and autumn rain that flow away, but also the season, the time, and the year. Under the thick shade, it is not only cool, but also the joy of life and the mood. The plantains swaying in the wind seem to be the fate beckoning to us, slowly walking through the four seasons, unfolding, is a wonderful life, rolled up, is not a humane secret, when calm and indifferent, how can you be afraid to listen to the sound of the wind and rain in the middle of the night?

-Author-

Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.

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