A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
It's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. People go out to sweep graves, and it's beautiful in spring. However, the weather is not beautiful, and a rain in Mao Mao has brought people a lot of trouble. Pedestrians without umbrellas are in a hurry and panic. I am anxious to find a small hotel where I can take shelter from the rain. The shepherd boy's fingers lead the eyes of pedestrians to a place where apricot flowers are in full bloom. Drizzle apricot flowers, what a beautiful spring scene! Spring rain has brought infinite vitality to the earth, added beautiful colors to spring, instilled some water into flowers and plants, added endless joy to urchins, and gently knocked on their hearts sealed in the ice and snow. The rain in spring is soft, soothing and beautiful.
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.
People often say "it's a day in June, a child's face", and the weather in summer is really changeable. The poet happened to see the whole process of rain or shine when he was drinking in Wang Hu Building. Suddenly, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder and lightning. The poet compared the dark clouds in the sky to splashing ink, the mountains were looming among the clouds, and the jumping raindrops jumped into the boat like white pearls. A gust of wind blew and dark clouds scattered all over the floor. After the rain, it was calm and clear. Summer rain covered the West Lake with gauze, washed away the dust on the lotus leaves, brought coolness to people, and spread a colorful rainbow on the horizon. The rain in summer is fast, fierce and cold.
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.
Castle Peak Egret, flowing white fish, oblique wind and drizzle, a leisurely fisherman, half fishing in Shimada Hanzo, what a beautiful ink painting of Jiangnan Mountain. How free and carefree a fisherman is to fish by the water. I saw him wearing a hat and holding a gun, entertaining himself there. At this time, there was a breeze in the sky, and then it brought thin raindrops. But he didn't want to leave for a long time, and his figure was combined with this rainy scene. The spring rain came again, bringing joy to the fishermen, forgetting the sad things, covering the cages of green mountains and green waters with a mist, and the water gently rippled charming ripples. Rain is also free, leisurely and happy.
I love the ever-changing rain in nature, but I love the beautiful rain in this poem even more!
Appreciation of Shiyu's Prose 2 Beautiful Jiangnan, Elegant Jiangnan, Green Jiangnan and Poetic Jiangnan.
The winter in Jiangnan is warm and humid, which is the best climate for me as a northerner. In this deep winter, with lonely mood, melancholy mood and heavy mood, I came all the way to the south of the Yangtze River. Many people dreamed of it, and Wu Peng's boat was freehand brushwork, like a boat in the misty rain. "Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, Jiang Hong wins the fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. Can you not forget Jiangnan? " No matter how many times I have been here, I will still think of Jiangnan, which has good mountains, good waters and good scenery.
Walking in the metropolis of Jiangnan, there are modern first-class prosperity everywhere. Walking in the ancient town of Jiangnan is another scene, enjoying the long alleys; Look at that chic little building; Look around the red bricks and green tiles of every family; Cornices and windows of households; Whose house is that? Carve beams and draw columns, lifelike; Whose is that scarlet knocker stained with verdigris? Whose bamboo fence yard is that? The green vines are covered with hedge walls. The red beans that fell in the yard that year filled the green vine with melancholy. These scenery are in the drizzle, and she is a hazy beauty. At this moment, if I walk into the Tang poetry, I just don't know which poem it is and which antithesis it is, but I am immersed in the beautiful scenery.
Strolling on the gurgling bank of the stream, the reflection of the balcony is in the water, which is newer and more beautiful. Step on the high stone arch bridge and take a picture in the water! Standing in Liu Xia, looking at the green bamboo forest, the green is intoxicating and fragrant; Looking at the path paved with bluestone, it twists and turns, and then extends to a secluded place. At this moment, if you walk into Song Ci, you just don't know which one you have walked into and which one you are missing, and you just feel beautiful in artistic conception. These are all so antique, immersed in the rhyme of literature and the artistic conception of flowing poems.
Compared with our northeast, Jiangnan has no winter depression, no winter vicissitudes, and no winter cold. Some are thin, oblique and soft' rain', and countless rains are like my thoughts. The winter rain in the south of the Yangtze River made the clothes wet and the veneer cold. Give people a moist and warm feeling. The distant green mountains are hazy in the rain, just like a beauty's black eyebrows. It gives people a temptation, a mystery and a poetic feeling.
I took a cup and walked, swam and enjoyed it aimlessly. Tired, sitting in a pavilion with cornices in the south of the Yangtze River. Tired again, I leaned against the beautiful woman and took a deep breath. Suddenly, the fragrance of flowers and plants in the rain filled my heart. Have another sip of water in the cup! Think of it as a bar and a good wine! One glass, one glass, one more glass. Let me drink a thousand cups and get drunk in this poetic Jiangnan! Just let me say something to myself! Let me see these flowers! Flowers are more beautiful. When you look at it, the grass is more charming. Jiangnan is really beautiful, beautiful. I only know that Jiangnan is an intoxicating beauty. Enjoy Jiangnan, half awake and half drunk, half happy and half beautiful.
Take two or three wisps of warm air into your arms and cut four or five winter sunshine into your temples. Hold a hand of apricot blossom rain on your face and pull a cloud to wipe your feet in the rain. Sitting on a ten-mile-long embankment, listening to the rain dripping, dripping and fluttering, these are the rhymes of poetry, lying flat on the ground and slipping out of the ground. Let its poetic rain tide my thoughts, and let its poetic rain wet my sadness.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River falls gently, quietly and leisurely, like smoke. Just like my reverie, it is so subtle and hazy.
The alleys in the ancient town of Jiangnan are still quiet, and the bluestone slabs in the rainy days are bare and bright. Walking from the rain lane, it is no longer Dai Wangshu's melancholy lilac girl wearing cheongsam and playing oil-paper umbrella. She is a modern girl, holding a fashionable flower umbrella, holding the handsome boy's hand, laughing and whispering, and gradually disappearing. ...
You are so beautiful in Jiangnan, and your beauty is hazy in the misty rain; Your beauty dances in the misty rain; Your beauty is implicit in misty rain, and your beauty is affectionate in misty rain.
I linger in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I meditate in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I look forward to it in the rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River. Write a sentence and fold in the misty rain. Leave a memory, wrapped in misty rain Leave a bunch of troubles behind and disappear in the misty rain. Unload all suffering and melt in the misty rain.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I really want to go with the flow in a boat in the south of the Yangtze River and drift to that distant paradise; I really want to row with the water on Wu Peng's boat in the south of the Yangtze River and row to that distant paradise.
Beautiful Jiangnan, poetic Jiangnan, poetic rain.
Shiyu's Prose Appreciation 3 can't use a word.
Describe the beautiful scenery
Shine like starlight
It's just that the shadow of the moon is gentle
There's always a couple.
Unforgettable eyes
Leave your
All the memories I can remember
Her romantic life
Great
Like snowflakes
Falling in my heart
Her motive for revealing the truth.
So mysterious
Like Mao Mao rain.
Fly in my heart
Cross the vast sea
Always provocative
My long-lost memory.
Whenever the window of your heart opens.
Always know my tired heart.
Look at that.
Fiery enthusiasm
Lead me through the wind and waves
Sail to the growing dawn
Every time you hint with your eyes,
Use the language of the mind
No matter how big the storm is.
You can only follow in my footsteps
Climb up slowly
I rushed out from behind.
Look at the poetic night scene tonight.
I remember again.
Sure enough, the fish sank and the flowers fell, and the moon closed.
Until the mountain flowers bloom
Every time I look back,
Ripple in my heart.
Every lap has its passion.
Leaving the innermost ring is
Want to say I love your heart
Appreciation of Shiyu's Prose "Wu Tong Rain"
(1) vinegar
Vinegar,
Put a little less,
Not too sour.
When cooking, vinegar is not necessarily sour. )
(2) Ears of grain and weeds
You,
The lines are curved and full;
Keep your head down honestly;
Memories:
The kindness raised by the earth.
Thinking:
The way to repay the earth.
You,
Hold your head high:
Shaking his flattering head.
Advocate:
The affection given by the breeze;
Show off the feeling that you are taller than a head.
(3) matches
beautiful
You, generate, have a spark of life and ignited yourself. Although your life is short, you always use your body as a torch on the way.
(4) candles
Burning is your lofty pursuit. When you end your life, you have no regrets, because your soul is dedicated to the light.
(5) Tape measure
Know what you are doing, know what you are doing, and you are qualified to gossip.
(6) Pen
You hurt your head and bled, but the article will never belong to you.
(7) Mirror
Although you are a "virtual image", you reflect the facts.
(8) Jack
Although you can lift a thousand pounds, you still need leverage to realize yourself.
(9) Pierce the bud
You are covered with thorns,
Maybe it's based on natural instinct?
But you gave your head selflessly,
Bring the green and delicious buds to the table.
Pay attention to the buds, the trunk has thorns, and the new buds in spring are similar in style to Toona sinensis, which is delicious.
(10) morning glory
It is your instinct to go with the flow;
The flowers swaying in the wind are clamoring for your flattery.