2. The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. -Li He's "Ma Shi"
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
4. Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days. -Look at Li Bai's Lushan Waterfall
5. The Yangtze River is as white as practice, and Hu Aishan Mountain is as green as a lake. -Zhou Deqing's "Sai Qiu Hong Xun Yang is a scene"
6. The river sails like an arrow, and the mountain spring thousands of feet flies like electricity. -Zhou Deqing's "Sai Qiu Hong Xun Yang is a scene"
7. If the West Lake is to be compared to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. -Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake.
8. Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat. -On June 27th, Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Building".
9. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. -Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang
10. There is no dry place at the head of the bed, and my feet are soaked like hemp by the rain. -Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
1 1. Luffy is a horse that runs as fast as lightning. -Xin Qiji's "Broken Fighter, Give Chen Tongfu a gimmicky"
2. An ancient poem about metaphor: On June 27th, Wang Hu Lou was drunk with books (Song Dynasty), Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the ink to hide the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. Twenty-three horse poems (the fifth) Li He's desert is as sand as snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn. Liu Yong's jade makeup is a tree high and hangs down with 10 thousand green ribbons.
It's not just thin leaves that are cut off. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Spring thinking Li Bai, you are like jade in the north, and I am a mulberry with green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
Li Bai, who dreams of climbing Mount Tianmu, will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie Caotang is still there, the clear water is rippling, and the apes are singing. I put on Xie's first spiked shoes and climbed the blue ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons, storms on mountains and rivers? The deep forest shook the top floor.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face! Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu went home, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Wang Changling drinks, my horse, while we cross the autumn waters! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword.
The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark. The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits.
Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere. Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
One night, I heard the flute on the wall of Shouxiang, and Li Yi returned to Yue Feng as sand as snow, and the moon outside the city as frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
China Emperor Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow is eager to shock the beauty of an empire. It has been searching for the throne for many years, but it has not been found. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. The porcelain mandarin duck on the roof is getting thicker and thicker with the morning frost, and his kingfisher blue cover feels more lonely and cold.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Li Bai and Candle dragon, popular in the north, live in poverty, and their glory is still open. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the side, leave this tiger, gold, shovel, shovel.
There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
3. What poems contain metaphors in ancient poems?
(1) "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees."
[Tang] wrote "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Wu"
(2) The old horse lurks and aims at a thousand miles. The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
-"The tortoise is long" Cao Cao
(3) How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
-"Yu Meiren" Li Yu
(4) How much leisure, a stream of smoke, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain.
-"Jade Case"
(5) The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
-"Ma Shi" Li He
(6) I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
(7) days? Hey? What happened? If the lips are bold?
-"Recalling Jiangnan" Bai Juyi
(8) Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.
-"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Li Bai
(9) Swallow grass is as green as silk, and the mulberry branches here are bent with green silk.
-"Spring Thoughts" Li Bai
(10) What does it look like when it snows one after another? It is possible to simulate the air difference when sprinkling salt, but it is not like catkins rising with the wind. As big as goose feathers and as dense as jade flakes.
-Xie Jin Daoyun's Poems on Snow.
(1 1) On the third night of September, the moon is like a pearl and a bow.
-"Mujiangyin" Bai Juyi
(12) Cold insects hang in the dark tide, and spiders hang in the willows in the middle of the month.
-Su Shi's Night in the Boat.
(14) It seems that people have a letter from Qiu Hong, and things are like a spring dream.
-Su Songshi "On the twentieth day of the first month, Sheng and Pan Guoer were looking for spring in the suburbs, and suddenly remembered that they went to Queenstown to write poems on the same day last year, which was the previous rhyme."
(15) The thorn has not been contained, so it is difficult to cross the structure.
-Su Shi's "Growing Tea"
(16) It's like a rabbit walking on an eagle and a horse betting on a steep slope. The broken string leaves the column and the arrow is released, and the flying electric ball is overturned.
-Su Shi's two poems "Hundred Steps of Flood" (I)
(17) Ten thousand people are clamoring for Wu Nong, who is still a rich old boys.
-Su Shi's Five Wonders of Watching Tide on August 15th
(18) If the West Lake is to be compared with the West Lake, light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate.
-Su Shi's Two Rains after Drinking on the Lake (Part Two)
(19) The West Lake is really the West Lake, and the smoke tree has made some achievements.
-Su Shi's "Er Yun Liu Jingwen Deng Jie Ting"
Although the West Lake is small, it is also west.
-Su Shi's "Re-rhyme Linde to Open a New West Lake"
4. Poem with metaphor 1, "Remembering Jiangnan Good"
Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you forget Jiangnan?
Translation:
Jiangnan is good. I used to be so familiar with the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. Whenever the sun rises in the east, the sun shines on the earth, and the flowers blooming everywhere are more gorgeous, with blue spring water and green waves. How can such a beautiful scenery make me not recall Jiangnan?
2. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Translation:
The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grass, and it snowed heavily in the sky in August in Saibei. The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms. Snowflakes flew into the bead curtain and wet the curtain. Fox fur was too thin to keep warm and covered with brocade quilt. The general's hands are too cold to open the bow, and his armor is too cold to put on.
The endless desert is covered with thick ice, and the sky in Wan Li is filled with gloomy clouds. The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble. At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move. Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there. You have disappeared from the winding mountain road, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints in the snow.
3. Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn
Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Translation:
The cold rain spread all over Wudi River overnight, and even the hazy distant mountains seemed lonely after seeing you off in the morning! When I arrive in Luoyang, if my relatives and friends in Luoyang call me, please tell them that my heart is still as crystal clear and pure as ice in a jade pot!
4. Liu Yong
He Zhangzhi in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Translation:
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.
5. "When is the spring flower and autumn moon?"
Five Dynasties Li Yu
Original text:
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Translation:
When does this year's time end? I know how many things happened in the past! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night?
Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.
Poetry about figurative sentences is like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Compare snow to pear blossoms.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
What's it like to snow in succession? The difference between sprinkling salt and air can be simulated, but catkins are not because of the wind.
How much leisure, a wisp of smoke, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain. Compare sadness to tobacco and other things.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Waterfalls are compared to the Milky Way.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate. Compare the mountain under the bright moon in Yin Hui to a green snail in a silver plate.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
6. What are the figurative poems 1 and A Song of Snow in Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home?
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
2. Twenty-three horse poems (5)
Li he
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
3. Liu Yong
He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand hanging green silk strips.
Not only did the thin leaves cut them,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
4. Spring Thoughts
Lipper
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
5. The Wandering Son
Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
6. Listen to the night flute from the wall of Shouxiang.
Li yi
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
7. Drunk book in Wang Hu Building on June 27th.
(Song) Su Shi
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
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The north wind swept the earth and scattered the white grass. It began to snow in Alakazam in August.
Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom.
Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt.
The general was too cold to open his bow and put on his armor.
The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds.
The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble.
At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move.
Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there.
The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow.
2. Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons.
Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.
The grass in Yan Di is as green as Beth, and the mulberry trees in Qin are also green. When you are homesick and looking forward to your return, you have long been missed and worried. Spring breeze, you and I are strangers. Why did you blow into my account to cause my anxiety?
This loving mother makes clothes for her son who is far away from home with the needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
7. There is a metaphorical poem. Write a poem about rain. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows, and it is also the season when rain is badly needed.
But spring rain is as expensive as oil and it rains in spring. Isn't it "good rain" ! A word "good" fully shows the author's happy mood when he sees the spring floating down. Three or four sentences spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly moistening everything, writing the role of spring rain, with delicate pen and ink.
In the last two sentences, I saw the flowers in Chengdu, and the early morning Jincheng was ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. Flowers are heavy because they are full of rain, and the feelings I write are also very profound. There is no word "hi" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words.
Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain": "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. "
The poet praises Xiaoyu with full passion, sees the big from the small, and combines reason and emotion in the landscape. Comparing "Xiaoyu" to the first mature crisp wine, it tastes sweet, smooth and moist, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance.
In the end, it boils down to "the benefits of a spring", which can't even compare with the scenery of the Forbidden City. The scenery in early spring is described delicately and vividly.
Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao took Sue and said happily, "The sun turned into rain overnight, and I dreamed of cooling my clothes. 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. "
After a long drought, I was ecstatic, even my clothes and bed were wet, expressing the poet's love for rain and concern for people's livelihood. Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang": "When the tourists thundered, the clouds could not turn.
In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum.
I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm: thunder roared, dark clouds were gathering, black wind fell from the sky, and the sea stood up for it, showing its fierceness; The storm fluttered with the wind and crossed the river from eastern Zhejiang, showing its swiftness.
The lake and the sea are rising, the thunder is sonorous, and the poet's talent is also urged by the storm. Qin Guan's "Spring Day": "The light thunder fell all over the night, and the tiles were uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. "Write a light thunder, the spring rain is falling.
After the rain, in Chuqing, the sun seemed to float between the blue tiles that had just been washed by the rain. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose is lying on her back, which is very charming.
Although he mainly wrote about the scenery after the rain, he revealed his praise for the moisturizing power of the spring rain. In addition to poems about rain, there are also many sentences describing rain and scenery in rain in other poems of the ancients: "Clouds are like smoke, and dense rain is like silk."
(gold? Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems describes the rain as dense as scattered silk thread. "The residual rainbow collects rain, and there is no new flow on the shore."
("Southern Dynasties Chen? Zhang wrote in "Boating on the Back Lake" that at the beginning of the summer shower, the rainbow broke on the horizon, and the rising lake water flowed out of the gap to form a new flow. "Wet peach blossom rain, blowing face is not cold. "
(Tang? The drizzle in the apricot blossom season will deeply wet the clothes; The breeze blowing willow branches makes people feel warm and sweet, and the poet makes people feel Zen. "See you in Xiaoyutang, and you will understand better" (Tang? Du Mei's "Qiu Si") is slightly rainy, and the pond in the rain is full of artistic conception; The good wind blows and the sleeves are warm.
"The rain is steep and the clouds are low." (Tang? Dai Shulun's "Sulingyan Temple" describes the mountain scenery seen by the poet on the mountain road of Lingyan Temple (located at the northern foot of Fangshan Yangshan Mountain in Changqing County, Jinan suburb) in the rain.
"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." (Tang? Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poetry Garden") drizzle wet clothes, does not show its shape; Idle flowers fall to the ground, but their voices are not seen, which can be described in detail.
"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." (Tang? Du Fu's "Two Water Sills") Only when it rains in Mao Mao, the fish will float, and it will not come out when it rains heavily; Only the "breeze" makes the swallow oblique. If the wind is also down, it won't fly.
Observing the scenery in the breeze and drizzle is full of interest. "The rain in thousands of feet shakes the bottom of the river, and the bamboo in the court shakes a window in autumn."
(Tang? Du Xunhe's "Leaving a Topic for Zhang Tingxia" makes the scenery interesting by comparing the falling rain with the fluttering sound. "After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke."
(Tang? Zhang said that willow branches bring rain, branches and leaves gain weight, and the pine color is deep in the misty rain. "Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild."
(Tang? Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi on Chuzhou") Spring tides surge, the rain suddenly rises, pedestrians disappear, and boating is horizontal, which shows the beauty of boating. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers."
(Song? Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue" depicts the idyllic scenery of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River with rainy days and frogs everywhere. "Outside the forest in the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house."
(Song? Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia") Pigeons sound sweet in the distance, and apricot flowers reflect the sun nearby. The movements are appropriate, and the sound and sound set each other off, showing the beautiful spring scenery of farmers in the south of the Yangtze River. "The earth is frequently urged by rain, and thousands of flowers are in bloom."
(Song? Spring Breeze and Spring Rain, one of the idyllic scenes of the four seasons in Fan Chengda, moistens the earth, plants sprout and flowers bloom, weaving into a vibrant spring scene. "Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats" (Song? Su Shi's "Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th" wrote: Dark clouds are rolling ink, and summer shower clouds have not yet covered the mountain, but raindrops like pearls are also hitting the cabin.
"The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river." (Song? Lu you wrote the trend of the wind and rain.
"It's thundering, and rain is coming." (Ming? Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road") Thunder roared like a thousand peaks; The rain is pouring down and the smoke clouds are rolling, like thousands of peaks coming head-on, writing the momentum of thunderstorms.
"A wild goose falls into the sky, and the mountain floats with rain." (Qing? Look up the sentence written on Shen Xing's "Deng Bao's Fifth Floor": When the rainstorm comes, geese fly to shelter from the rain; The next sentence said that the rainstorm came quickly and the mountains seemed to float in the rain.
In addition, there are many poems that are lyrical because of rain. Such as: "the wind and rain are like dark, and the chickens are like crowing."
("Poetry? Zheng Feng? wind and rain