Guyu, as the last solar term of spring, tells the story of the rejuvenation of the earth and the growth of all things in poetic language. In this season full of vitality and hope, the drizzle is like silk, quietly coming, moistening the vast fields, awakening the sleeping seeds, and opening a new chapter of life. Let's follow the footsteps of Gu Yu, walk into the poetic picture scroll of late spring, and taste the delicate and far-reaching natural beauty.
The spring rain is silent, and the valley rain calls for new life. The wheat seedlings are green and green, and the peach and plum are smiling in the spring breeze. The cuckoo is urgent, and the farmer ploughs the field diligently. The peony is gorgeous, and the catkins are dancing all over the sky. The tea mountain is foggy, and the new sprouts break out of the shell. The fish leap over the pond is full, and the birds are singing on the top of the forest. In the April day of the world, the valley rain is drunk.
The valley rain urges the silkworms to sleep again, and the fields and farming are closely connected. —— Song Shu Bangzo "Five Songs of Spring"
Gu Yu washed the fiber and cut it into white peonies. —— Tang Wang Zhenbai "White Peony"
The clouds are light and the rain is dry, and the half-hanging oil curtain protects the cold. —— Song Hezhu "Jian Chaoxia, Clouds Dry in the Clouds and Dry Rain in the Valley"
Shao Ping took my melon field, and Gu Yu broke up and hoeed himself. —— Don Cao Ye "Old Garden"
In the spring, the wine is sick, and the mountain valley is rained and the morning tea is harvested. —— Ming Fang Taigu "Gu Yu"
The valley rain is bright in spring, and the mountains and rivers are green. The hoopoe is heard between the leaves, and the duckweed grows in the water. —— Tang Yuanzhi "Song of the Twenty-four Qi Poems: Gu Yu in March"
Silkworm ants are born in the warm house, and the wind attracts wheat leaves. The dove flicked its feathers, and the letter was unbearable. —— Yuan Zhen's "Song of the Twenty-four Qi Poems: Gu Yu in March" continued
The sky is dotted in the forest, and the eaves are written in dreams. The Ming Dynasty knew the rain in the valley, and there was no way to ban the flower wind. —— Song Zhu Hua, "Gu Yu"
No wind or rain, it is sunny and sunny, and the green bamboo pavilion is a good festival. My favorite evening cool guest, a pot of new tea soaked pineapple. —— Qing Zheng Banqiao "Gu Yu"
A few new leaves Xiao Xiao bamboo, a few strokes of the light mountain. It happened to be raining in the valley during the Qingming Festival, and a cup of fragrant tea sat in the middle. —— Zheng Banqiao's "Gu Yu" continued
The valley rain has only been plowed all over, and the flowers and birds are flying. The Tian family is busy planting seedlings, and spring is full of suburbs. —— Song Fan Chengda "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
The mountain temple feeds tea and knows the valley rain, and the monk's room boils the spring and cooks the new green. —— Song Lu You "Spring Day"
Gu Yu hoeed himself when he was dry, and he was not deceived by the spring breeze last night. Blowing off the bed to read the broken books, a room is quiet with the moonlight. —— Cao Ye's "Old Garden" continued
Guyu Tea Fragrance Courtyard boasts, and the buds are especially good at the beginning. Cook a bowl of spring and leave it for poetry and friends to enjoy. —— Lu You's poems added
Gu Yu is still half a month on credit, and tea picking is the first time to get this time. The poetry pen is dipped in clear dew, and the fragrance of ink floats in the wind. —— Song Cheng Gongxu "Ten Quatrains of Inscriptions"
Gu Yu, this vivid picture of late spring, with its unique charm and rich connotation, makes us feel the magic and charm of nature. It is not only a symbol of agrarian culture, but also a source of inspiration for the poet's pen. Under the baptism of the valley rain, all things grow and flourish, and we also find the rhythm and harmony of life in it. Let us cherish this gift from the earth, listen to Gu Yu's chant attentively, feel the rhythm of life, look forward to the harvest of golden autumn, and jointly write our late spring poems. On the occasion of every valley rain, let us appreciate, praise and be grateful for the beauty that this world has given us from the perspective of a poet. Because Guyu is not only a solar term, but also our love and expectation of life, and our vision and yearning for the future.