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A poem a day 219: Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles cold willow wind

A poem a day 219: Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles cold willow wind

Vine Dad takes you to recite ancient poems, and the trick improves memory

"Absolute Sentences"

Song Zhinan

Ancient wood yin middle short canopy,

Quinoa helped me across the bridge.

Wet apricot blossom rain,

Blowing noodles does not chill willow wind.

How to remember?

Title of the poem: Quasi-sentence.

The last two sentences of this poem are so beautiful.

Author: Zhinan.

A monk in the Southern Song Dynasty, the French number Zhinan, whose life deeds are unknown.

Poetry:

The first sentence: The ancient wood is tied in the yin with a short tent.

In the shade of ancient trees, tie up the boat.

Yin: Same as "shade". Department (xì): tethered; Tie. Du Fu said, "The heart of the old garden of the lonely boat series"; Bai Juyi said, "Fill the head of the bull with charcoal."

Short canopy: Refers to a boat with a canopy.

A poem a day 219: Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles cold willow wind

Second sentence: The cane helped me cross the east of the bridge.

Holding the cane, I walked across the east of the bridge.

杖黎 (zhàng lí): Walking with a cane. Su Shi said, "The cane slowly turns to the slanting sun."

The third sentence: wet apricot blossom rain.

Stained on the clothes, it is about to get wet, it is the spring rain when the apricot blossoms are in bloom.

The fourth sentence: blowing noodles does not chill the willow wind.

Blowing on the face, not feeling cold, it is the spring breeze of willows fluttering.

Wet clothes, blowing noodles chills, apricot blossom rain, willow wind. These two sentences are very wonderful. Especially with nouns as adjectives.

Lu You wrote in "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Skies": "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley". "Apricot Blossom Rain" can be used as a synonym for Qingming Festival.

He Zhizhang wrote in "Yongliu": "I don't know who cut the fine leaves? The February spring breeze is like scissors". The willow wind can be used as a symbol of early spring.

The spring rain is fine, so it is wet and drizzle. The spring breeze is warm and warm, so it is a gentle spring breeze.

Tie a short tent, cross the east of the bridge, apricot blossom rain, willow wind...

A poem a day 219: Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles cold willow wind

The word "wind" is flying

The wind is strong, and the pine branches are strong.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing and silent.

The sound of wind and rain at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

The situation is high and windy, and the yellow leaves of the mountains fly.

Lin Dark Grass was shocked, and the general led the bow at night.

The tide is flat and the shores are wide, and the wind is sailing.

Wildfires burn endlessly, and the spring breeze blows again.

Jun looked at a leaf boat, haunted in the storm.

Different temperaments in all directions, thousands of miles of wind and rain.

Loud and far away, not by the autumn breeze.

The high ape whistled on a stormy day, and the white bird flew back with Nagisa clear sand.

The warm breeze made tourists drunk and made Hangzhou Bianzhou.

The wind blows away flickeringly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.

The shadow of the mica screen candle is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the stars sink.

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier fell asleep.

Dapeng rose with the wind in one day and soared to 90,000 li.

Last night the stars last night wind, painting the west side of the building Guitang East.

After all, in June in West Lake, the scenery is not the same as at four o'clock.

The sound of firecrackers said goodbye to the old years, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su.

Regardless of the flat land and the peaks of the mountains, the infinite scenery is occupied.

Children return early from school and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.

The clouds of the creek are rising and sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come.

The drums follow the Spring Society, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring light is lazy and leaning on the breeze.

A poem a day 219: Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles cold willow wind

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