Celebrities' Rainy Poems

1. Ask for a famous saying about rain and leave her alone. Yes, Changting is late!

Rain is like that cloud.

Cold and sad.

If there is rain outside the window at this time, it will rain in the west and the shower will rest at first.

Sunrise in the east, the storm is more violent, white waves are surging, and mother is getting married!

When it rains continuously, the house will leak.

The leak in the house was rained again, and the ship was slowed down by the wind.

Sunny won't go, just wait for the rain.

Don't dig a well when you are thirsty. It's better to dig a well that doesn't rain.

The pen fell in the vibration.

The drizzle becomes a river!

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

When the rain falls on the quiet swallow, I have an excuse to miss. ...

It will rain.

2. Poems about rain, famous sayings, the rain in the four seasons is decadent, the mountains are empty, and it is strange that the rain comes. The wind filled the building, after the rain cleared, the blue clouds were broken, but when it rained at night, it was already midnight, listening to the wind and rain, the rain was falling, the white rain was falling, and the beads jumped off the boat. I'm glad to know that it rained, but now I remember that night, the storm in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and pedestrians on the road tried to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. At seven, two or three o'clock, it began to rain in front of the mountain. Cold rain at night, Wu, seeing the guests off alone. Clouds are dark and rainy, streams are light and foggy, east of sunrise, west of rain and dew, and the road is clear, but there is misty rain, and there is no wind and rain in life.

In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.

Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.

In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.

Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.

There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk.

This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.

-Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have.

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital"-Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.

-Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring.

-Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.

-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling The Plug was written by a man.

3. On the poem "Rain" 1, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain-(Wang Wei: "Living in Autumn")

2. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet-(Wang Wei: "In the Mountains")

3. Wu Yu's Lonely Chu Mountain on a Cold and Rainy Night-(Wang Changling's "Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Parting")

4, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not have to be returned. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

5, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains

6, Weicheng is also light rain and dust, and the guest house is green. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

7. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

8, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.

9, good rain knows the season, when spring occurs. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

10, seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

1 1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

12, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

13, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.

14, the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Wen Tianxiang crossed a lonely ocean.

15, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, sunny but sunny on the road.

16, it is already dusk, and it is stormy.

17, chilling. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

18, only don't forget that this time, the evening smoke and spring rain crossed the maple bridge.

There are many poems about rain, so I won't list them one by one.

4. A famous essay or poem about the ghost of rain Author: Yu Guangzhong-But rain is the ghost of autumn. Tonight Edna Saint Vincent. com Millai I "Is Mr. Yu Guangzhong at home?" Oh, are you Mr. Yu? This is the pediatric ward of National Taiwan University Hospital.

I'm telling you, your child is not well. The doctor said his condition was very dangerous ... What? Do you know that?/You know what? I'm glad you know. ""hello, Mr. Yu? I'm telling you, oh, that child is dying. I hope you can come to the hospital right away ... you have black spots, and the doctor really says it's dangerous ... if you don't come, I'm afraid you will come ... ""This is the pediatric ward, and I'm a pediatrician, Dr. Huang ... Yes, your child has ... it's already 12: 30, and we have tried our best to give first aid, but .. it's a cerebral hemorrhage, so there's nothing we can do.

We ate oxytetracycline last night, and your father came today ... What? Are you here to go through the formalities? That's great. Goodbye. "2" Today we are going to read an elegy by Shakespeare, so don't be afraid. Open Selected Poems, page 53.

This is an elegy in Shakespeare's cymbeline in his later years. Have you ever read cymbeline? It is said that the book Tennyson read before his death was cymbeline. This poem praises the troubles of life, the tranquility of death, the impermanence of life and the inevitability of death.

It praises the omnipresence and tolerance of death (death is in your wealth). The first three paragraphs are meditative, generally discussing the omnipresence and omnipotence of death. The last paragraph is like chanting a spell to the dead, which is a bit' lonely souls and wild ghosts, you can't commit crimes, but alas!' Taste.

After reading this, I want to sing in a clear voice, just like Daotu chanting creative dead souls. Now, listen to me: no exorcist hurt these people! And no witchcraft fascinates you! The ghost will not forgive you! Nothing will come near you! "If you are afraid of ghosts at night, you might as well read this poem by Don Sally and be brave.

There's nothing funny about it. In another 30 years, maybe you will appreciate this poem more.

Now let's look at it from the beginning. The first paragraph says that when you die, you don't have to be afraid of the poisonous flame of the sun or the cold of winter (the child's pain is over).

Even if you are a golden couple, Anthony Perkins or sandra dee, you will embrace the soil like a chimney. Oh, that's not funny.

Less than half a century. Everyone in this classroom has become a pile of bones, a handful of moss and a piece of green phosphorescence (the child stops breathing for three days, just three days).

I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said it so horribly, but that's the truth (I just got back from the eloquent morgue). Youth flows through your fingers, so expensive and so sweet (there is no such plant on the stone surface of the morgue)! Youth is not ivy, it makes you wear it on your hand like a ring.

Maybe you will hold it tighter when you get older, but at that time you only caught some gout and diabetes, and some sour memories. Even if I weave my white hair into a fishing net, I can't catch anything ... "I come here, we will tie a knot and tie one knot after another, but we will fight again and again until we die."

In the womb, we tied a fast knot with our mother. But the nurse's scissors are in the front, and the dead scissors are in the back (the baby's umbilical cord has been untied and he will never see his mother again).

Then we are busy weaving love, and then we find that the mermaid in the myth is just a myth, love is water, and even the dense net can't catch a drop of blue ... "In this world, many souls are busy coming and many souls are busy going. Those who come have no names, and those who go may not leave their names.

It's not easy to leave a name, and it's even harder to leave an adjective, like Shakespeare. I will do it.

I see. I conquered it.

Then death conquered me. The child, who hasn't opened his eyes, didn't see anything. There was a time when the black atmosphere of death was very strong.

Pauline, please close the window. What a cold wind! This year seems to be his bumper harvest year.

A modern poet (it doesn't matter where he goes, whether it is ancient or modern). The last lonely priest (spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend prince? ).

An archaeologist (he will soon be the object of archaeology). "Shakespeare is most afraid of death.

There are more than 150 sonnets, not one of which does not mention death, and not one of which is not comforting oneself. After all, his blue ink diluted the black of death.

But he is still afraid of death and dare not write poems to curse those who violate his bones. The only person who is immortal and full of eternity is most afraid of death.

Every genius is not afraid of death. The more talented you are, the more enthusiastic you live, and the more afraid you are of losing.

Thinking about death in the shadow of death, Shakespeare did it. Li He is like this.

So did Keats and Dylan Marles Thomas. Ah, I interrupted you again ... Is there a problem? Why has the bell rung? The siren rings his death knell every hour .............. (Why has the bell rung already? ) "Goodbye, Ling Chiang, goodbye, Carmen, goodbye, Pearl (goodbye, Pearl is his eyes).

Why does it keep raining? Thank you for your umbrella. I have a raincoat. The sea fairy rings his death knell every hour. His death knell.

(His death knell. His little coffin.

His little hands. Holding tightly, but holding nothing, no one, even rain, has such small hands. ) Goodbye, Ling Chiang.

Bye, girls! "Three nanshan how sad, ghost rain sprinkle empty grass. Rain is falling on the sea.

The rain is falling on the grass slope here. Rain falls on Guanyin Mountain on the other side.

Rain's hand is very small, wind's handkerchief is even smaller, and the coffin under his arm is even smaller. The small one is the hand in the coffin.

I hugged so tightly that I didn't hug anything except for three rainy nights and rainy days. Tidal wetland

The universe and I are separated only by raincoats. The rain fell on the grass slope.

The rain falls in the sea over there. Poseidon rings his death knell every hour.

"The road is too slippery. Just bury it here. "

"No way. No

How could you bury it by the side of the road? ""it's almost to the top of the mountain. Find a corner nearby. Well, I think it's nice here. "

"Nonsense! Isn't this the cornerstone you stepped on? There are already people. " "damn it! How come even the dead are so crowded! There is no open space. "

"This is a mass grave. Okay, okay, there's four feet of space here.

Let's do it here. what do you think? Do you want me to help you?

5. Find 65,438+00 poems related to rain. Lonely boudoir, full of sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where people are, even the sky and grass are everywhere, and the way home is broken. Song? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lip"

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Should be green, fat, red and thin-Song? Li Qingzhao's Dream.

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where people are, even the sky and grass are everywhere, and the way home is broken. Song? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lip"

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Should be green, fat, red and thin-Song? Li Qingzhao's Dream.

1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")

2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei's "Mountain Autumn Borer")

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

It didn't rain on the mountain road, and my clothes were wet. (In the Mountains by Wang Wei)

5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang "Yu Gezi")

6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You's November 4th storm)

7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu's Qingming)

8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")

9. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake)

6. Poems about rainy days are 1. Health: There are thousands of tears in the bamboo, and the Xiangjiang River is misty and rainy, and I don't know spring. 2. Yuan Lu: Spring comes to Jiangnan like embroidery, and rain comes to West Lake like oil.

3. Song Chen Yuyi: The sea is not afraid of rouge, and it is independent. 4. Tiantong Temple in Ningbo: Flowers and flowers can be numerous and dense, and the means can be seen; When the wind is crazy and the rain is sudden, you can stand firm. 5. Don Wang Bo: Draw a building to fly to Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills. 6. Anshi, Wang Song: Rain hits the garden at dusk, and residual chrysanthemums fall everywhere. 7. Randolph: Happy rain is like the dew of the morning sun, dropping pearls into the hearts of flowers.

8. Yang Qingge: It rained all night in the mountains, so there should not be much spring. Look at the grass on the mainland, from green to Dongting wave. 9. Qing Qu Dajun: Falling flowers have tears because of wind and rain, and birds are ruthless from ancient times to the present.

10, Song: At dusk, the north wind blows rain, and several peaks show thin clouds. /z/q70322452 1.htm .

7. As for the poem after the rain, it was cold and rainy that day, even at night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings. Li Shangyin's Storm

Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is sad in the rain. Li Shangyin's Final Residence

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. Zhang's fishing song.

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Li Shangyin's "Love in Snail Pavilion, Ode to Cuizhou"

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. Wang Wei's In the Mountains

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. The rain after Su Shi drank Chuqing Lake

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. Han Yu's Early Spring presents a scene in which 18 members of the Ministry of Water Affairs, including Zhang, become foreign ministers.

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"

The river on the new beach doesn't understand my mind, and the eaves hit by the wind and rain seem to be very loud. Li Shangyin's February 2 nd

When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window. When the rain crosses the river, you can see them from another seat. Li Shangyin's Bi Chengsan Poems (Ⅰ)

Please don't ask me about the joys and sorrows of Lao Liangyuan; I am like a disease in the autumn rain, Sima Xiangru. A letter from Li Shangyin to Secretary Ling Huchong.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. Lu You's The Storm of November 4th

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Monk Zhinan's quatrains

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Qin Guan's Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Going to Xiaolou

The drunken guests in my seat invited me to drink, and the bright clouds on the river were mixed with thick black rain clouds, fluctuating like the current social unrest. Li Shangyin's "Du Gongbu Leaving Shu"

8. The poem describing the rainstorm is 1. In the Song Dynasty, there was a poem "Su Daozhi": the sun turned into a forest overnight, and the dream came back to cool and moisten the skirt. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.

Interpretation: overnight, the long-awaited rain suddenly began to fall in the clear sky under the scorching sun; Wake up in sleep, only feel comfortable and cool. I'm not worried about the house leaking rain and getting wet in my bed; I'm just glad that the stream is full of rain and I don't have to worry about drought anymore.

I think, for thousands of miles in Ye Ping, the rice that has drunk enough water must be green; So I feel that the rain is hitting the buttonwood in Wugeng, which is so beautiful. People like me who have no land are still rejoicing, not to mention how happy the farmers in the fields are and pray for a bumper harvest.

2. Liu Ji's "Heavy Rain on May 19th" in the Ming Dynasty: The wind drove the torrential rain over the high city, and the clouds were as light as thunder. I don't know where the dragon went after the rain, and a pool of grass was full of frogs.

Interpretation: The strong wind drove the showers to the high city and dumped them, with dark clouds and thunder rumbling. After a while, the dragon making clouds and rain left with thunder and dark clouds. What appeared before his eyes was an overflowing pond, green grass dripping and frogs singing in unison.

3. Li Shangyin's Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night in the Tang Dynasty: You ask you to return, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Interpretation: When you ask about the date of return, it is hard to say clearly. Bashan was flooded with rain all night, and the autumn pool was full. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.

4, the five generations of Li Zhi's "Waves of sand make the rain outside the curtain": the rain outside the curtain, the spring is bleak. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Interpretation: The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring will be strong and weak. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

5. Song Jie Jiang's Young Beauty Listening to the Rain: Young people listen to the rain in the Song Building. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

Interpretation: When I was young, listening to the rain on the rostrum, the red candle lit up, and under the dim light, the account was bright. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.

Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.

9. Dai Wangshu, an ancient poem about rainy days. Rain Alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color,

Lilac-like fragrance,

Sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She lingers in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

voicelessly

Cold, sadness and melancholy.

She approached quietly,

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes

She floated by.

Like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Floating like a dream

A lilac field,

I passed this girl by;

She left silently, left,

A crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy path.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Remove her color,

Spread her fragrance,

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes

Lilac is melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float over.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

Rain Lane is Dai Wangshu's famous work and early masterpiece, so he got the nickname "Rain Lane Poet". This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in a state of white terror Because Dai Wangshu participated in progressive activities, he had to take refuge in a friend's house in Songjiang, chewing the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of lost emotions and hazy hopes. The poem "Rain Lane" is an expression of his state of mind, which is intertwined with the dual emotional appeal of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This feeling was common at that time. Rain Lane adopts symbolic lyrical techniques. The narrow and gloomy rain lane in the poem, the lonely traveler wandering in the rain lane, and the girl as sad as lilac are all symbolic images. These images constitute a symbolic artistic conception, which implicitly implies the author's confusion, sadness and expectation, giving people a hazy and profound aesthetic feeling. Musicality is another outstanding artistic feature of Rain Lane. In the poem, repetition of sounds, repetition of sentences, repetition of singing and other techniques are used, resulting in the cycle of melody and pleasant sense of music. Therefore, Mr. Ye Shengtao praised this poem for opening a "new era" for the syllables of China's new poems.

In Rain Lane, the poet created a girl with a lilac knot. Although this is inspired by some works in ancient poetry. It is a traditional expression in ancient Chinese poetry to use lilac knots, that is, lilac buds, to symbolize people's worries. For example, there is a poem in Li Shangyin's "Gifts for Generations" that says "bananas don't show lilac knots, but they are worried about the spring breeze in the same direction". In the Southern Tang Dynasty, Li Jing tied a lilac knot with me in the rain. He has a song "Huanxisha"

Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked. Who is the Lord in the wind? Take it easy!

The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky.

In this poem, the lilac knot in the rain is used as a symbol of people's sadness. Obviously, Dai Wangshu absorbed the artistic conception and methods of describing sadness from these poems and applied them to form the artistic conception and image of Rain Lane. This kind of absorption and reference is obvious, but can we say that the artistic conception and image of Rain Lane are the expansion and desalination of the modern vernacular version of the old poem "Lilacs are sad in the rain"? I don't think so. When the poet conceived the artistic conception and image of the rain lane, he not only absorbed the juice of his predecessors, but also created his own. First, the ancients used the lilac knot itself as a symbol of sadness in their poems, while Yuxiang imagined a girl who was as sad as lilac. She has the image of lilacs disappearing in an instant, which is different from the old classical poems and other works created by the poet in his early days. She is full of the tone of the old poems and shows more flavor of the new era. "Lilacs in the rain bear sorrow" can arouse people's hope and disillusionment more than "girls who are as sad as lilacs", and this image is a rare creation in the field of expressing the sorrow of the times. Secondly, in ancient poetry, the lilac knot in the rain is based on the real life scene to pin the poet's feelings. The poet added his imagination to his life experience. It is the product of artistic imagination, more beautiful than life.