"Sunny Rain"
Before the rain, I saw flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves. ? Butterfly flies over the wall, but it is suspected that spring scenery is next door.
Heavy Rain on May 19th
The wind drove the heavy rain to the high city, and the cloud pressure was light and the sound was thunderous.I don't know where the dragon goes after the rain, and a pool of grass is full of frogs.
1、? Rain and Sunny? Wang Jia in Tang Dynasty. This impromptu poem is about the scenery of the last spring when walking in the small garden after the rain. The scenery absorbed in the poem is very simple and ordinary, but it is interesting to see the strange in the ordinary. The first two sentences of the poem buckle the word "flower" symbolizing spring scenery, and compare and set off the scene before the rain and after the rain, revealing a feeling of cherishing spring. Before the rain, spring has just arrived, and the flowers just spit out their bones and have not yet opened; After the rain, the flowers were gone, and only the trees were covered with green leaves, indicating how long it had been raining, and the beautiful spring scenery was killed by this bitter rain. How disappointed the poet is when he looks at the scene of a small garden where flowers fall and spring remains!
2. Simple and ordinary scenes are selected in the whole poem, which depicts the decline of the garden after the rain clears up and expresses the author's love for spring. The sentence is vivid and interesting, and the emotional expression is incisive.
3. (1) ruǐ: Stigma filaments exposed in the middle of flowers after opening, which are divided into pistils and stamens. ⑵ Bottom of leaves: middle of green leaves. Bottom, bottom. (3) Bee butterflies: bees and butterflies. One after another: one after another. (4) Doubt: Doubt. Spring scenery: the scenery of spring. Neighborhood: the neighbor's home.
4. The Rain on May 19th is one of the poems written by Liu Ji, a poet in the Ming Dynasty. Liu Ji (July 1, 1311-April 16, 1375) was born in Nantian Township, qingtian county (now wencheng county, Zhejiang Province), so he was called Liu Qingtian, and in 137, Ming Hongwu was named Cheng Bo, and people also called him Liu Cheng. In the ninth year, Emperor Wu Zongzhengde posthumously awarded a surname, Wen Cheng, and later generations also called him Liu Wencheng and Wen Chenggong. An outstanding strategist, politician and writer at the end of Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of Ming Dynasty, who knew the classics and history, knew astronomy, and used the method of selecting soldiers. He assisted Zhu Yuanzhang to complete the imperial industry, created the Ming Dynasty and tried his best to maintain the stability of the country, so he was famous all over the world and was compared to Zhuge Wuhou by later generations.
5. Yin: Vibration. This poem vividly describes the natural scene before and after the thunderstorm which is unique in summer. The first two sentences try to describe the majestic momentum of heavy rain: the wind is rushing and the rain is sudden, the dark clouds are pressing the city, the lightning is thundering and the rain is pouring down. The last two sentences describe the quiet and peaceful scene after the rain clears: after the thunderstorm, the pond overflows, the grass is green and the frogs are screaming.
6. China was an agricultural society in ancient times, which was based on agriculture. And agricultural production, irrigation is indispensable. For rain, rain is naturally prostrate. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Rain was also regarded as a gift from God in ancient times. Rain washes away filth, which is auspicious. "I want to get wet with apricot flowers and rain, and my face is not cold." The sound of rain falling to the ground, like nature, will have different feelings at different times and in different moods. "Empty steps drop to the bright." "Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier dreams." Two ancient poems are needed to describe the scenery after the rain.
The following two ancient poems both describe the scenery after the rain.
It is sunny and rainy.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Jia
Original text:
There are no flowers in the flowers before the rain.
the butterfly flies over the wall, but it is suspected that spring scenery is next door.
heavy rain on may 19th
dynasty: Ming dynasty
author: Liu Ji
original text:
the wind drove the heavy rain to sprinkle the high city, and the clouds were light and thunderous.
I don't know where the dragon goes after the rain, and a pool of grass is full of frogs. Poems describing the scenery after the rain
Poems describing the scenery after the rain are
after rain the empty mountain and stands autumnal in the evening. An autumn evening in the mountains:? Don? Author:? Wang Wei
After the rain, the sun is setting, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. The age of Bodhisattva Man's South Garden:? Don? Author:? Wen tingyun
after nine miles of rain. Fine dyeing and thick fragrance, full of spring like embroidery. "Die Lian Hua Jiu Mo Qian Men New Rain" Year:? Yuan? Author:? Youren Xu
It's the most Enigmatic since the rain, unlike previous years. "predestination" year:? Song? Author:? Song Taizong
When he is ill, he remembers to say goodbye before the spring, and it is better to spend leisure after the rain. The stone is far away from the water, but the forest is short of mountains. From Bamboo Trail in the Morning to longxing temple Chongyin Upper Courtyard:? Don? Author:? Xu Hun
The vine breaks the frost, and the snail drools after the rain. The new poem has just been rolled up and has been spread all over the city. Ten Mid-Autumn Festivals with Zuo Siyuan Lang:? Don? Author:? Zhang Ji
covered with moss patterns, after the rain, he entered the sunset on the eaves and mountains. "The sea satrap creates a new Dongting" year:? Author:? Li Zhong's composition describing the scenery after the rain
"When the petals leave the flowers, the faint fragrance remains, and the fragrance disappears after the wind and rain, and no one comes to smell it." In the evening after the rain, I was facing the scenery outside the window, listening to the majestic songs, and my heart was full of ups and downs. Inadvertently flashed an ancient man from my mind, so detached and so clear. He has Lin Bu, who said that "plum is his wife and crane is his son".
The history of the Song Dynasty has been published for three years: Lin Bu, whose name is Jun Xia, was born in Qiantang, Hangzhou. He was young and lonely, indifferent and ancient in nature, prosperous and profitable in wealth, but not as good as the city in 2 years.
Like many ancient people, Lin Bu was a hermit. Always keep a crane in a cage. When the guest is coming, a boy should go out and let the crane out of the cage. A few days later, the boat will return home, and the crane will fly as a test.
The wheel of history is rolling forward. Nowadays, "air" is extremely polluted. Greed is the wind, corruption is the nature. In the face of this situation, I would like to ask: "What is the purity of today's society?" Dear leaders, don't tell me that "corruption represents my heart."
It's been many years since the "Muma" case, but what people are left to think about is that it can be understood in a few years? Imagine how many people are still inheriting their "fine traditions".
let's turn to Lin Bu. Faced with the filth of officialdom, I still decided to leave. It is not difficult to find that the Millennium development of China can only be said to be retrogressive in a certain environment. In the lonely mountain of Hangzhou, I found my sustenance, a life I yearned for, and a clear place in troubled times!
remember? A poem "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden" was Lin Bu's true portrayal of life at that time. Let's revisit its true meaning!
"All the fragrant people shake off their unique charm and occupy the small garden.
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.
The frost birds steal their eyes before they want to go down, but the pink butterfly dies when they know it.
It's a good thing that there is a little rhyme to sing, and there is no need for a sandal board and a gold bottle. "
No wonder a poetess in the later Tang Dynasty commented: "At that time, under the lonely frost, two poems became eternal names".
I live in a quiet and chaotic environment. I am tired of the fame and fortune of the officialdom, the noise of the city, the pride of some city people, and the songs with increasingly strong commercial flavor. This is both a real society and an illusory society. Colorful banknotes are the goal pursued by too many people, so that they forget love and touch. Every holiday season, I don't miss my relatives, and the phrase "Dad, Mom, I'm busy now" is used as a reason not to go home to see my relatives during the holidays. A person has no parents in his eyes, so what are you talking about? On the occasion of intertwined financing, it is undoubtedly the indifference of commercial civilization to them.
you don't think I'm realistic, do you? Then I can tell you that in a materialistic society, I want to live a true self. I'm not Lin Bu, and I can't write a poem that has been handed down for thousands of years. When I want a pure blue sky!
when winter snow covers the northern land, I look for green fields; When the road ahead is full of thorns, I look for fearless development; When fame affects people's secular eyes, I want to look for a piece of clarity that belongs to me. An ancient poem describing the scenery of the West Lake after the rain
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to make light makeup and heavy makeup —— The idiom describing the scenery after the rain after drinking Chu Qing on the lake by Su Shi
What are the poems describing the scenery after the rain?
Like mushrooms after rain
Modern meanings are scattered all over the mountains and everywhere. Metaphor things emerge quickly and in large numbers.
The poem "Eating Bamboo Shoots" by Zhang Lei of Song Dynasty is quoted as saying: "The barren forest is full of spring rain, and the new bamboo shoots are sprouting dragon chicks."
Abolish the Imperial Examination in China, promote schools, and study hard in the West. (* * * "On the People's Democratic Dictatorship")
The sky is drizzly and crisp, but the grass is close at a distance. Han Yu's Early Spring Presents Zhang 18 Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs as Foreign Ministers
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Wang Wei's
Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi
The new beach doesn't understand the tourists' wishes, but it is more like the rain on the eaves at night. Li Shangyin's February 2ndSee the stars sinking at the bottom of the sea as a window, and see the rain across the river. Li Shangyin's Three Poems of Bicheng (Part I)
Don't ask the old guests of Liangyuan, Maoling is as sick as autumn rain. A message to secretary linghu by Li Shangyin
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Lying in the midnight listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier dreams. Lu you's November 4th Storm
I want to get wet with clothes, and my face is cold with willows. "jueju" by the monk Zhinan
Flying freely is as light as a dream, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. Qin Guan's
Huan Xi Sha Mo Mo Xiao Han Shang Xiao Lou
The drunken guests in the seat delay waking up the guests, and the river is sunny and cloudy. Li Shangyin's "Leaving in Du Gongbu" is a doggerel describing the scenery after rain and snowIt's hard to walk in cold rain and cold Snowy Road, but the drop of beads has not fallen.
this scene can only be seen in the north, while in south Guangdong, flowers are full of vines all year round. Write two ancient poems describing the autumn scenery. These drawings are
clear
dark red and bloody
rust, machine tools, litchi forest, floating a layer of joy
My pain is being packed, covered with qualified paper
and transported to distant places. They grow
in the distance, and grow into a overlooking tree
where I left them conveniently in the past. Hate
and prayers and souls that have not passed away
are deeply woven into my heart like the tranquility of dusk
baking this restless working years
baking this wrinkled heart, baking
those weak youths who are curled up like waste products
mine, real and fictional ... They
need to be kept.