1, Poppy Beauty, Listening to the Rain - Jiang Jie (Song Dynasty)
The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step ahead, bit by bit until dawn.
The sound of rain that Jiang Jie heard was the time of fate and the reincarnation of life.
When I was young, I often looked for my heart in the song of Qin Se Sheng, upstairs of the song, the red candle swayed, the tent danced lightly in the faint light, and the drizzle knocked on the window, like a melodious note, jumping in my heart. And when people reach middle age, they are in a foreign country, lonely boats, looking at the continuous drizzle sprinkled on the river, the water and the sky are the same color, showing the vastness. In the west wind, a lonely goose screamed, touching my sorrow in a foreign land.
Now the gray hair is gray, and the years are colorful under the corners of the sideburns. Sit alone under the monk's house and listen to the drizzle like a poem. There are thousands of thoughts, recalling the joys and sorrows of the world, which seem to be the arrangement of destiny and the helplessness of manpower. There is a kind of transcendent open-mindedness in my heart, since fate is like this, why not let go of my obsession, let the drizzle outside the window, and drip leisurely until dawn.
Under the pen and ink of poets of the past dynasties, the drizzle is always entangled with melancholy, as if every drop of rain carries a sorrow. But in Jiang Jie's words, the same "listening to the rain" is completely different due to the different times, places, and feelings. From young to white, the sound of rain has accompanied me through my life. Now, I sit under the monk's house, listening to the sound of rain in front of the steps, but my heart is not shocked. The word "one term" expresses the peace and determination in my heart, but it is difficult to hide the slightest unpeace. After all, when you are in the red dust, how can you really stop your heart?
2, the waves and sand make the rain murmur outside the curtain - Li Yu (Five Generations)
The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and the spring is beautiful. Luo Ji is not tolerant of the five colds. In my dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy.
Alone, no railing, infinite rivers and mountains. Sometimes it's easier to see, sometimes it's harder. Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth.
The sound of the rain that Li Yu heard was the lingering sorrow in his heart, and the past that seemed to be absent in his heart.
In the morning of late spring, the dream of the fifth watch has passed away with the wind, and the thin Luo Ji who is as thin as a cicada's wings can hardly resist the slight cold of the early morning. The drizzle outside the curtain is like silk, dripping, washing away the loneliness and loneliness of the remnant spring. Imprisoned, he silently endured the passage of time, and the pain in his heart could no longer be expressed in words. In the colorful season, the drift in the wind and rain added to the desolation in his heart.
The green bamboo in front of me is still the same, and the crescent moon is the same as before, but the old people and the homeland are out of reach. Every spring will eventually wither, and everything in the world will gather and disperse, and rise with fate. Some people are indifferent to fame and fortune and have a peaceful state of mind, while others are deeply saddened and unable to extricate themselves. Life is short, spring flowers and autumn moons are always sad, and there are very few people who can really settle down with what they encounter.
For Li Yu, the bitterness in his heart is even more indescribable. The flow of water and the merciless departure touched the sadness in his heart, and the once picturesque country can now only become a painful memory. The end of this poem seems to herald the end of his life.
3, Man Jianghong, Writing Huai - Yue Fei [Song Dynasty]
Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.
Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. The courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed! Drive a long car and step through the Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
The sound of the rain that Yue Fei heard was a rousing war drum, a clarion call to kill the enemy, a long roar in the sky, and a fierce ambition! Yue Fei, whose name is Pengju, suffered the pain of his hometown being invaded by Jin soldiers when he was a teenager, but he was unswerving, adhered to the great national righteousness, and obeyed the army in anger. The army under his command is brave and good at fighting, and the battle achievements are so great that the enemy is afraid of them like tigers, and they are called "Yuejia Army".
Yue Fei took advantage of the situation to pursue, and the Jin soldiers were defeated and retreated to Zhuxian Town, which was only a stone's throw away from the old capital Bianjing. Seeing that the recovery of the Central Plains was in sight, but the prime minister Qin Hui issued twelve gold plates in a row to summon him back to the dynasty in order to seek peace with Yu Jin. Yue Fei was deeply saddened and indignant, "Ten years of work will be ruined in one fell swoop!" Qin Hui framed him for disobeying the edict and killed him for "trumped-up" crimes, when he was only nine out of thirty.
Although Yue Fei came from a humble background, he was dignified and tireless. His poems reveal deep affection for the country, such as "Man Jianghong" reveals the grief of the loss of the land and the desire to restore the Central Plains, and "Little Heavy Mountain" shows his attachment and sadness to his homeland. His writing is brilliant and highly praised by later generations.
Zhuge Liang of Shu Han, Guo Ziyi of Tang, Yue Fei of Song, all three of them are all born in the world.
4, night rain sent north - Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)
Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool. He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.
The sound of rain that Li Shangyin heard was the thoughts of his relatives and the "night talk from the west window" that floated through thousands of mountains and rivers.
There have always been different opinions about who this poem is intended for, some believe that it was sent to a friend, some believe that it was sent to a wife, and some think that it was sent to a family member or friend, but it is still inconclusive. However, the strong longing and affection flowing from the poem seem to be more inclined to be the work that Li Shangyin sent to his deceased wife Wang.
Imagine that on a night when autumn is getting stronger, the autumn rain is like silk, and the pond is rising. The poet sat alone, thinking of his wife, who was far away from home. He reminisced about the old days he spent with her, and those warm pictures were vivid. On the night of the autumn rain, the most melancholy, the poet's heart has already flown back to his hometown, and his wife is talking about family life under the west window, the affection, the joy, as if it is in front of him.
5. Huanxi Sha - Qin Guan [Song Dynasty]
Indifferent and cold go up to the small building, Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.
The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook.
The sound of rain that Qin Guan heard was a dream-like haze, a lonely and sorrowful feeling that rose and flowed.
Every time spring comes, it is a touch of the soul and arouses the sorrow in the hearts of the poets. "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year", they can't help but ask, why the new sorrow is always with us, lingering. With elegant colors and simple brushstrokes, this word skillfully renders a different atmosphere, turning the invisible spring sorrow into a tangible artistic picture.
In this painting, each landscape seems to tell the mood of the lyricist. The breeze is light and cold, the mist is shrouded, and the loneliness and sorrow of the protagonist rise gently in it, like a dream. The scenery and emotions are intertwined, the scenery is full of feelings, and the feelings are full of scenes, reflecting each other and complementing each other.
The flying flowers dance lightly and the drizzle is like weaving, forming a blurry and hazy picture. The flying flowers and drizzle in the distance, as if carrying the infinite sorrow of the poet, floated to the boundless sky through the window. This way of writing pushing emotions away makes the whole poem more graceful and soft, dreamlike and beautiful. Even people who don't know how to write can feel the poetry of this natural beauty.
6、临安春雨初霁——陆游〔宋代〕
The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua. Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.
The sound of rain that Lu You heard was the sadness of ambition and the loneliness of the wasted years.
The poet was alone on top of the small building and listened to the whispers of the spring rain all night. In the early morning, the crisp shouting of the flower girl in the deep alley conveyed the news of the growing spring. This continuous spring rain whispers in the poet's ear, and the breath of spring quietly permeates in the fragrance of flowers. This scene was skillfully captured by the poet, forming a vivid and agile spring picture.
However, "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight" contains far more than just a praise for the spring light. On this drizzling night, the poet was sleepless, and the worries of his family and country and his personal sorrows were intertwined with the sound of the rain. The early morning sun shines through the window lattice, and the poet sits quietly in front of the desk, laying out a few lines of paper and cursive. Under the sunny window, accompanied by a cup of tea, it seems to be a quiet and leisurely scene. But behind this tranquility, there is a deep sigh of the poet, those unpaid ambitions and unspeakable feelings, all quietly revealed in this tea fragrance and ink rhyme.