Falling gossamer in March, the wind and rain wash a city of flowers. In the blink of an eye, it is the twilight of spring, the flowers are falling like snow, the grass is long and the warblers are flying, a beautiful twilight beauty.
In this beautiful late spring season, I can't help but think of the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran's "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring", especially the sentence "The forest flowers are more falling, and the grass is still alive", which is even more classic, and its poem is:
In February, the lake is clear and the spring birds are singing.
The forest flowers are swept more down, and the grass is still alive.
Wine companions come to each other's lives, and open their dignity to solve the problem.
When the cup was ready, the singer stopped.
This poem is a scene of Meng Haoran and his friends enjoying spring in the forest.
The lake in February is so clear and transparent, babbling, birds chirping happily in the forest, a spring scene.
At this time in the forest, the flowers are full of falling flowers, and the falling flowers are swept away, and the flowers begin to fall again, and the sweep cannot be completed. On the path, there is emerald green grass that looks so vibrant. After the grass has been stepped on, it can soon return to its original appearance and continue to grow.
Meng Haoran is a wine lover, and his friend asked him to drink, and he gladly accepted. They opened the urn, took out their glasses, and drank as much as they wanted. For literati and inkers, how can they drink wine while not getting singing and dancing? Only to see a few singers and prostitutes dancing in the falling flowers, it was amazing, at this time, how I hoped that this moment could become eternal.
At this time, the forest flowers are withering, and the spring is about to pass, however, in the poet's heart, there is not much sadness about spring, but it gives life and the four seasons more brilliant hope, which can be seen from the "stepping" and "survival" of the path grass.
I like "Chunxing" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wu Yuanheng, which describes the various emotions triggered by the scenery in the late spring.
The willows are cloudy and drizzly, and the remnants of the flowers are all over to see the warblers.
The spring wind blows the dream of the country one night, and then the spring wind goes to Los Angeles.
The first two sentences of this poem describe the twilight of spring in a foreign land, implying the feeling that the spring color of the hometown will also pass away. At the beginning of the spring rain, the willow branches that have been washed by the rain appear more and more verdant. At this time, the remnants of the flowers have fallen and are full of withering, while the yellow warbler is tirelessly chirping in the branches.
In the last two sentences of the poem, the poet unfolds a wealth of associations, and the spring breeze is the most affectionate and empathetic in his eyes, and it seems to know the human heart, so it specially blows up a homesick dream for him. In the dream, the poet accompanied the spring breeze back to luoyang city, which had been separated for a long time.
The language of this poem is straightforward, but the conception is very clever, integrating a strong sense of homesickness into the spring scenery, revealing a kind of warm melancholy.
This poem is just 28 words, integrating spring colors, nostalgia and dreams, condensing the most ordinary scenes through the language of art, and depicting wonderful poems for readers.