The spring wind, warm and warm, awakens the vitality of the world; the summer wind, comfortable and comfortable, brings a rare coolness; the autumn wind, the cold and killing, blowing off the pieces of flowers and leaves; the winter wind, cold and cold, carrying a biting chill.
All year round is the season of wind, and the wind of different seasons also has a different appearance.
In ancient poetry, we can often see the figure of the wind, soft, violent, happy, sad, and different postures, so that we can feel the different emotions in it.
spring
The spring breeze blows across the earth, just like a mother's tender call, awakening all things in nature, so that everything between heaven and earth gradually shows a vibrant appearance. Thriving is the word of spring, and spring wind, like the messenger of spring, tells us the message of spring.
Wing Liu
Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The footsteps of spring slowly come, and as soon as they appear, new green leaves grow on the tall willow trees, and the willow branches dance with the wind, like the light green ribbon, which looks fresh and lovely. The wind is formless and elusive, but He Zhizhang is ingenious, comparing the spring wind to scissors, instantly turning the invisible into a tangible, perfectly describing the ingenuity of nature, and the original ecological beauty is revealed.
"Spring Thoughts"
The spring breeze can be too busy, and the long lace willow is a layman.
With the swallow as mud bees to make honey, only to blow a little rain and must be sunny.
Romantic writers always have many unexpected imaginations, and in their eyes, everything is alive and emotional. Just like the spring breeze, the season is busy as soon as it arrives, growing with flowers and willows, accompanying swallows to nest bees to collect honey, blowing light rain to moisten the earth, and hurriedly releasing the sun to warm the spring sun. Spring breeze is everywhere, enthusiastic to serve everyone, kind and considerate.
summer
Hot summer days, followed by harsh sunshine, high temperatures, and sweating. At this time, it would be nice to have a summer wind, although it was slightly hot, but it was also an extremely valuable gift in the middle of summer.
"Mountain Pavilion Summer"
The green trees are shady and long in summer, and the terraces are reflected into the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing in the breeze, and the shelves are full of roses and a courtyard of incense.
The summer is long, the heat is unbearable, if you have the conditions to go to the mountain pavilion to escape the heat, it is simply a beautiful thing. In Gao Biao's pen, the trees around the pavilion are shaded, the pool water is clear to the bottom, and occasionally there is a faint wind that crosses the water, and the water surface is flooded with layers of ripples. The summer breeze not only brings ripples and coolness, but also sends a burst of rose floral fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and fascinated. The summer wind, the emotions are warm and unrestrained, and there is a little more lively and outgoing cute charm.
"Sushan Temple In the Rain"
Alone against the dust to tolerate the Vatican Palace, the remnants of the sun are still dragging themselves reddish.
The cattle rain in front of the river, the green bamboo swaying window wind.
The rock dew is dangerous cliff bones out, and the water flows deeply through the throat.
The rope bed sat sleeplessly, full of ear frogs chirping in the reeds.
If there is only wind, it may not be cool enough, and if it is mixed with a summer rain, it will be even more cool. When yang Wenqing, a literary scholar of the Ming Dynasty, once stayed at the mountain temple, he encountered a summer wind and rain. The sound of rain outside the window, the sound of the wind and the rustle of green bamboo swaying with the wind combine to create a beautiful summer rhapsody that people can hear without sleep. Since you don't feel sleepy, just lie on the rope bed, listen carefully to the beautiful music of nature, and enjoy the refreshing coolness brought by the wind and rain.
autumn
"Sad spring and sad autumn" is a classic theme in the creation of ancient poetry. Although the spring light is beautiful, it will make people feel that time is fleeting; the autumn wind is cold, the flowers and leaves are withered, and it gives people a sense of sadness. Over time, the autumn wind gradually became sad, lurking in the text, leaving us with a space to find.
"Autumn Wind Introduction"
Where is the autumn wind coming? Xiao Xiao sent a flock of geese.
Towards the court tree, the lone guest is the first to smell.
The autumn wind was cold, sending a group of geese, and the geese swept across the sky, breaking through the silent sky. The whereabouts of the wind were elusive, and at this moment it blew into the courtyard again, blowing off the leaves and also into Liu Yuxi's heart. "Alone in a foreign land for strangers", at this time, Liu Yuxi lived outside, and the scene of Xiao Ser's slaughter in front of him inevitably triggered the loneliness and sadness in his heart, and it also aroused his homesickness. Wanderer's mind is sensitive and delicate, and the autumn wind is like the fuse of that emotion, igniting his sadness and loneliness.
"The First Smell of the Autumn Wind"
In the past, I saw Huang Ju and Jun farewell, but now I listen to Xuan Cicada and I return.
Five nights of fluttering pillow pre-sleep, a year in the mirror.
Ma Si's grass fist moved, and the carved Qingyun slept openly.
Heaven and earth were cleared and looked around, and junfu was on the high platform.
Autumn poems are not all sad tones, the same is Liu Yuxi's work, "The First Smell of Autumn Wind" has an enterprising and high-pitched meaning. It was autumn again, and the autumn wind came at the right time to meet the poet again. Time passes, people slowly grow old, and their faces are aging. Although the youth is not there, the body is sick, but Liu Yuxi still faces the autumn wind to ascend to the high platform, looking at the distance, quite a kind of "old Ji Futuo, determined to be in a thousand miles" meaning, as if old age and injury can not affect Liu Yuxi's pace of progress. This is also a rare work that writes the autumn wind with high emotions.
winter
When the north wind whistles, it is the time of winter, when the temperature is getting lower and lower, and people will feel colder and colder. In ancient times, there was no so-called greenhouse effect, and the thermal equipment was not as complete as modern, and in the winter, it felt cold and bone-chilling. The winter wind, like an uninvited guest, becomes less flattering.
"North Wind Line"
Outside the city, Xiao Xiao's north wind rose, and the athletes in the city blew their ears down.
The general's jade tent sable rat coat, holding a wine glass to watch the snow fly.
The north wind outside the city swept up, the snow was frozen to the bone, and the soldiers guarding the castle tower froze as if their ears were about to fall off, suffering and protecting their families and defending the country. However, the general wore a brocade hat and mink fur, held a wine glass to enjoy the snow scenery, and lived a completely different life from the defenders of the city. Although the poet Liu Ji does not directly express emotion, through such a strong contrast, we can already feel the spicy irony. This extremely cold north wind not only blew on the soldiers, but also on the hearts of the people with lofty ideals.
"North Wind Blows"
The north wind blew, blowing the cypress branches in front of my court.
The tree is not afraid of the wind, and the edges of the knot are still self-sustaining.
The frost has been unswerving, and the situation is gradually more and more appropriate.
Idle flowers and wild grasses are still leafy, and what will the wind blow cypress branches?
When does the north wind blow?
The north wind blew wildly, ravaging the cypress trees in front of the courtyard, trying to deal a devastating blow to the trees. Fortunately, the cypress tree still straightens its waist, is not afraid of the winter wind, does not change its true color after suffering hardships, and persists until the harsh winter has passed, and the spring has arrived, and it has been rejuvenated. In fact, through this poem, Yu Qian expressed his pursuit of noble sentiments, expressed his heart, and showed the style and bone that an upright literati should have.
The wind is everywhere and difficult to find, the appearance is different throughout the year, and the feelings are not similar. The wind caresses all things, but also caresses people's hearts, stirs the heartstrings of the poet, brings up the ripples in the heart, evokes hidden feelings, and cannot be calmed for a long time. The emotional code of the wind, waiting for us to unlock them one by one.
-Author-
Xiao Chai, like music and food, loves movies and tea tasting, just wants to live happily and happily, and does not want to spend his life only.