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There is a literary phenomenon, that is, in ancient poetry, there are many sad autumn. It seems that autumn begins with the fall of the first leaf, which makes people feel sad. What's more, with the autumn wind, the leaves fall. If you put it on a sunny day, it will be colorful under the sunlight, but when it rains, the clouds cover the sun, and everything is dull, showing a more depressed and broken look, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Cold air permeates the skin with autumn rain, and the blood flow slows down. Some people feel sleepy, while others are excited by the cold, which leads to insomnia.

The cold brought by autumn rain naturally makes people yearn for warmth and stability. Even though the past summer was very hot, the sudden cooling of autumn wind and autumn rain touched the most primitive lack and homesickness. Therefore, autumn rain in ancient poetry is mostly about sadness, homesickness and life.

But two poems touched me.

"New yellow persimmon leaves are red, they are also black mortar and Feng Dan.

Just say that the mountains are bleak in autumn, and the West Lake is embroidered with three or four peaks. "Song Dynasty Yang Wanli" Autumn Mountain and Autumn Rain Fleas Sigh ".

It should be about Mid-Autumn Festival and late autumn scenery. In ancient times, buttonwood leaves were trees that shed their leaves earlier, as it is said, but a large area of yellow leaves should be in the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this time, persimmon began to mature, persimmon leaves began to be dark yellow and brown, and began to fall off.

Sapium sebiferum began to turn purple and red in late autumn. Its color is darker than maple red. Maple trees, as we all know, are red all year round, and green maple begins to turn red in Mid-Autumn Festival and late autumn.

This poem describes four different colors of trees in autumn. If these trees are in sunny Qiu Li, they give people a beautiful feeling. The so-called maple leaves are red in February, but if you are alone in the autumn rain, it gives people a feeling of withering. The so-called phoenix tree is more like autumn rain. Standing under the semi-yellow buttonwood, the vision and hearing are oppressed and restricted, which makes people feel sad and disappointed.

But what I admire is Yang Wanli's perspective. He stood on the mountainside or the top of the mountain in autumn rain, breaking through the limitation of vision. Although the misty rain is hazy, these trees of different colors stand together in the wet water vapor, forming another gorgeous beauty. This kind of beauty is different from sunny autumn, and it is a bright swing, winning with an open background. Autumn mountains in the rain and autumn leaves moistened by rain are darker and wetter under the clouds and rain, as if they had the lightness of silk thread under the lamp.

So his most beautiful conclusion came out, that is, the bleak mountains and hills in autumn and the embroidery of the three or four peaks in the West Lake are the magnificence of smoke, water and autumn leaves, which makes the green hills appear in different colors and picturesque.

Why does this poem move me so much? Because most people can't write about the mountains in autumn rain. Even in today's era when photography is very popular, it is difficult for me to find photos of misty rain and autumn mountains.

First, because the wind and rain hinder people, there is also an established concept of seeing mountains in clear skies in autumn.

Second, because once it rains, people will focus on their sense of warmth and coldness. The most direct and simple thing is that it is cold, sad and raining, even if it is sunny in an instant, it will always be another story.

Third, it is people with considerable life experience and tempering who will find and feel beauty in the bleak. I don't know that the optimism of watching mountains in the rain is many times higher than that of ordinary people.

Fourth, is autumn mountain Qiu Shu beautiful in the rain? To tell the truth, it's not very beautiful, but Yang Wanli has the power to turn decay into magic. This is not so much the autumn rain in front of him as the autumn rain in his heart. He is a person who can find and improve his self-confidence even at the lowest ebb. This is where we will study.

Five: This poem is warm and positive. Don't believe me, if you say it yourself on a rainy day, you will find that autumn leaves are not so annoying, they are natural, you accept it and appreciate it.

Then the second poem about Qiushan Qiuyu is Li Shangyin's "Farewell to the North" in the Tang Dynasty.

"You haven't come back, it's raining late.

When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain. "Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty

Different people have different feelings when reading this poem at different times. Li Shangyin is a guest house or hotel in Bashan and Shushui, and it is a majestic evening rain outside. It rained heavily at night, and you could feel the pond overflowing and flash floods at any time.

You asked me when I could come back. I don't know. I heard the rainy night blocking the way and the way home.

Instead, he wrote, when I get back, I will be with you in the warm candlelight of the west window and tell you how I feel today.

This is a man's responsibility and gentleness. He didn't write about his longing for lovesickness, his need for more warmth, his loneliness and fear. Aren't you afraid that you will live alone in the stormy mountains and flood? He just said, I'll tell you when I get back.

I've seen enough of the autumn rain poems of grief and indignation. Li Shangyin's autumn rain makes people feel a little disappointed in the warmth, but it's still warm in the end, even in the face of danger.

The late rain is also a magnificent scenery now, but not many people have experienced it, which is dangerous because it is isolated.

However, Late Rain is famous for its warmth and affection.

Both Li Shangyin and Yang Wanli have a kind of persistence, that is, the optimism and goodwill tempered by vicissitudes of life sublimated into a kind of warmth in the bleak autumn rain. It is inspirational, confident, altruistic and spiritual practice!

The first coat is better than snow, in order to interpret the love and beauty in poetry!