It occupied the Spring Festival, five days ago. It's a beautiful early spring, and pepper praises Plum Shadow, golden streamers and colorful plumes.
Make the monarch live a long life with benevolence, and make peace with spring without permission. People always say that spring has feet and the country is blessed.
Should see, Dan's letter, horizon last night, the first spring news. The sun turns yellow, the wind gives birth to a crimson umbrella, and the Spring Temple is close at hand.
Celebrate a beautiful meeting together, and Wan Yu will have a spring festival together. I wish you a birthday. From now on, you will have a beautiful spring.
Qin (Fu Boda) Si Quan, Hui Yu, rather critical. It's the milky way, the golden wind is the fan, the ice wheel will be full, and the fire umbrella will be harvested at the beginning.
The five mountains spread incense and the bullfight was a show. Who are the saints in the world? That would be more negative, smarter and more helpful.
You have a good tour in Huanhua County, a good government and a clean government. The book recommends the court, and the mud calls for the evening. It is an honor to be a bride's family.
Singing in the clouds, dancing back to the snow, longevity wine pouring jade deep. From now on, I would like to be the ancestor of the state of Danqiu and Qi.
Lin Jiangxian (Huang) collected the fire umbrella in June, and Nanxun washed and steamed. Thirteen pods compete for green again.
Ask Chen Zhongju that Yuan was born at this time. Don't open a leisurely day, the title also carries a screen star.
Blackheads are not too late for the public. And pour floating ant wine to listen to the wish of turtle age.
Singin' in the Rain (Luyou) It rained heavily last night, but it's a fine day today. The more detailed people speak, the better things will be, and God has not been in vain.
Mud went deep into the city road and the bad eaves were destroyed by the wind. Is it only frogs who are proud, and it is unreasonable to sit back and feel weeds?
Strip your maid and take an umbrella to school to pity Cao. You can't get alcohol on credit in the village market, and you can't find bad robes.
Bodhisattva male (Lu Bing) has a thin waist and a pomegranate skirt. Golden lotus steady lining bow boots small.
Pleasant □ shy. The umbrella is very low, covering half.
Kindness is as thin as paper. Fang Xin was wrong.
Meet in a hurry. I still suspect it's a dream.
Six umbrellas of modern poetry Author: Yu Guangzhong forgot the negative image of umbrella sunflower. Black sunflowers bear witness to human forgetfulness. It blooms in the rain, withers in the rain, and a person is forgotten. I don't remember how my life experience was like a mystery outside others' doors. Who is the owner of the music umbrella that never looks back? Who had an epiphany and invented it by cutting a small cloud to resist a thousand umbrellas? That kind of pure geometric beauty is connected by straight lines and curves. Both ends of the shallow arc protrude from the eaves, and a series of intermittent flying bells fall from the twelve eaves. Mrs. Yu's impromptu fingers beat and beat intermittently, which is a natural musical instrument in your hand-how heroic when it is heavy, how chic when it is light, and how melodious when it is long. Thirty-six umbrella ribs, thick gray clouds, were put away and put into a memory. I don't know if I can find the one behind that door. As long as I am a child, I can spread the spring rain in Sichuan in April. Frogs will drip from the umbrella, and cuckoos will circle around the umbrella handle from the chilly and wet distant mountains. The rain is so fresh, and the family umbrella is the most unforgettable one. It was a thunderstorm in Jiangnan when I was a child. Below is a long water town. Above it are flashing lightning and heavy thunder of heaven and earth. Who has an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other? How many rivers and lakes and seas have you spent most of your life? I am used to thunder and lightning, but I am used to reading the wind and rain in front of my mother's lonely grave on a typhoon night. It's my turn to deliver the umbrella, but I can't see the oiled paper umbrella. A friend came to pick me up in the storm with an umbrella. He held a strong umbrella handle in one hand and held it as a big shield against the raging rain arrow. Later, he found that his clothes were almost drenched, the so-called confidant. If the night is rainy, fortunately, I still have a desk lamp and a delicate umbrella to open a soft atmosphere. No matter what it is made of, I hope that the person who is holding an umbrella with me will accompany me through the cold and wet Tian Yu. If the night is rainy, if death is black rain, if I stand in the rain and wait for you to open an umbrella to meet me, wait for you.
2. The poem about Oil Paper Umbrella can be either an ancient poem or a modern poem, preferably Rain Lane written by the famous writer Dai Wangshu.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to meet,
A girl as sad as a lilac.
She has the color of lilacs,
The fragrance of cloves, the sadness of cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She walked in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Like me, like me,
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy.
She approached quietly and threw it again.
She sighed with relief and drifted away.
Like a dream, sad and confused like a dream
Like a dream, a lilac,
I passed this girl, and she went away silently, far away.
When you reach the broken fence wall, cross this rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Scattered her fragrance, dissipated, and even hers
Breath, lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across,
A lilac-like sad girl.
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Creation background
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 stay at 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.
works appreciation
The poem describes the lyric hero "holding an oil-paper umbrella" and wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane. He has a faint hope that he will meet "a girl with a lilac-like sad knot" The girl has a lilac color and fragrance, but her heart is full of sadness and sadness.
He met such a girl, but it was fleeting, "like a dream". Her color, fragrance, "sighing eyes" and "lilac-like melancholy" all disappeared in "Elegy of Rain". He still "walked with an oil-paper umbrella" and wandered alone in the long and lonely rain lane, still hopeful, hoping to float across "a girl with lilac-like sadness"
An important artistic feature of Rain Lane is the use of symbolism to express emotions. Symbolism is an art school that rose in French poetry at the end of19th century. They used the decadence of the end of the world to resist the capitalist order. In the way of expression, it emphasizes the use of suggestive metaphors to express inner feelings, which was introduced to China when the May 4th Movement ebbed.
Dai Wangshu's early works were obviously influenced by French symbolism. An important feature of his creation is that he pays attention to the ability of excavating implied metaphors in poetry and expresses his feelings with symbolic images and artistic conception. Rain Lane embodies this artistic feature.
The poet with an oil-paper umbrella in his poem, the lonely and long rain lane, and the girl with lilac-like sadness and dreams are not the concrete portrayal of real life itself, but the lyrical images full of symbolic significance. The contents of these images may not be specific, but we can appreciate the vague poetry expressed by these images.
The image described in Rain Lane is both deterministic and erratic, with social reality atmosphere, lonely and wandering mood, and distant hope, which is both clear and hazy. Imagination creates symbols, and symbols expand imagination. Because of the symbolic expression of emotion, the poet's emotional state of mind is more subtle, leaving a vast imaginary world and feeling the fragrance and aftertaste of the poem.
The rain lane is hazy but not obscure, low but not decadent, affectionate but not frivolous, which really captures the subtlety of symbolic poetry art.
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The sentence describing the umbrella is 1. In the vast world, you only cling to the warm moment under the umbrella. The lake is thousands of hectares, the water waves are cold, and the time is cold. However, under an umbrella, an 84-bone oiled paper umbrella with purple bamboo as the handle, people get together, and there is a human fragrance under the umbrella. Millennium practice is a blank without memory, but the moment under the umbrella is enough to tell the Millennium.
I never like playing an umbrella, because rain can't cover my eyes, and an umbrella can't cover the sky.
3. The umbrella man always wants someone to stand side by side under the umbrella.
4. People without umbrellas walk beside those with umbrellas. No matter how close they get, they can't escape the rain, but become wetter. It's best to stay away, even without an umbrella, there are times when the rain clears. Even if it is not close, you can have your own sunshine world.
5. Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century, even if it rains, Qian Shan has thousands of umbrellas.
6. The lonely umbrella-bearer has only one umbrella in his hand in the rain, and even though I am lonely, I am accompanied by thousands of raindrops from Qian Qian.
The girl has an umbrella in her hand, but because it is mine, she doesn't have it. I have an umbrella, too, but I can't hold it in her hand.
8. Whenever it rains, whenever I open an umbrella, I will think of you. My eyes are crying for you, but my heart is holding an umbrella for you.
9. Listening to the rain and crying is the fate of the umbrella.
10. It's nice to have an umbrella, but the umbrella is crying.
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12. an umbrella laughs, the wind is warm, and the leaves go with autumn without knowing the cold.
13. Suddenly, the wind was blowing, the willow branches trembled, the clouds were born in the northwest, the fog was locked in the southeast, and soon it began to rain. The boy in blue opened an umbrella in the light smoke and heavy rain, and his clothes were messed up by the wind. It's really a good umbrella, with purple bamboo handle and 84 bones. It seems to be made by the Shushu family in Lake, clear. Such a good umbrella and such a good person can't stand all the ups and downs. Ordinary guests became victims.
14. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet.
15. Time is like rain. We are all people walking in the rain. Find yourself an umbrella and go straight ahead until the wind stops raining and it clears up.
I don't need to go into details about Rain Lane written by the famous poet Dai Wangshu, which contains famous essays and poems about oil-paper umbrellas. All young people and middle-aged people are familiar with literature and art, which is definitely a classic of modern poetry.
The following are some transcripts of some American articles about oil-paper umbrellas today. It's also interesting to read.
The first article: The rain in the West Lake tells my thousand-year-old grievances. In this season of red and green warblers flying, I walked on a gondola and stood at the bow with an oil-paper umbrella. I watched with disappointment: crossing the misty West Lake embankment, long streets, white walls, cornices and windows. Even if there is an autumn moon in Pinghu and a gentle spring dawn in Su Causeway, it is a long-cherished wish that a thousand trees bloom and weeping willows are ten miles away.
Blue waves rippling, carrying my nostalgia, rain all the way, flowers all the way, sigh all the way, sorrow all the way ... In the distance, bamboo music is faint and diffuse, who is holding the bamboo string gently, who is playing Xiao Guan, Ying Ge, Yanni, or lingering acacia. Shake the water, shake the heart, shake the mood and shake the life.
When the boat reached the shore, I stepped on the microwave, with clouds on my sleeves, and walked lightly in the Millennium dream. In the distance, misty, where is the past life and where is the afterlife? I miss my home so much that I am troubled by my dreams ... The gentle rain falls in the winding path of bluestone, and the green moss is scattered all over the place. I can close my oiled paper umbrella and relax Yu Pei's bamboo flute and silk scarf, and I will drag on to find the direction when my dreams come.
Bridges, fishing boats, silk screens, village girls, playful children, pavilions and pavilions ... just like the original appearance, it seems that they have never changed. Today, the mountains are still there, the water is still there, and the rain is still there, but I am wandering alone in the slate lane of Qingjie Street.
I have been lost in tears for too long, and a touch of rose-colored smoke purple reveals the sadness in my eyes. Fingers slide across the Millennium moss attached to the stone wall, and a drop of clear tears reflects my lonely face.
Why am I always on the verge of separation and pain? Why can't I get out of my dream prisoner's house after several generations? Raindrops beat against the blue tiles, green water lingered around the white wall, leaned against the quiet window, stroked the mottled fence with red paint, and imagined the joy of dancing on the fence at the beginning, as if it had been a lifetime ago.
On the white woodcarving eroded by rain, peony petals gradually wither, spider silk is covered with lazy gauze, and floating dust covers up the past. On the bronze candlestick, there are a few drops of vicissitudes. In the mirror of Guling, you can't see the beauty of smiling lips.
I finally believe that you and I have long been separated from each other. What did we do wrong? We can't meet in this world of mortals.
Looking back at the season of elm trees in Liu Yin, we can see past lives with the mossy slate, rippling lake and long drizzle. It is also the season of willow love. In order to meet me in this life, you dyed the purples of peach blossoms lightly, painted the fragrance of Bihe lightly, picked the softness of willow green, tied a bun like a cloud, and let eternal tenderness spread beautifully in my eyes in the ancient rhyme of West Lake.
Thousands of years of fate, doomed to meet you and me. When my wet Confucian shirt appeared under your lonely umbrella, the fragrance in your hair wrapped around my affectionate eyes.
My blurred eyes are like the morning star rising in the misty rain. The moment I stared at me, the stabbing pain in my heart crossed the sadness.
This is a hopeless and doomed love, but it is an inevitable disaster for you and me. You are the white snake that I woke up in my last life, and you are destined to haunt me all my life. A lovesickness has been buried for thousands of years, just to be my bride in this life.
In the days of getting along, I said that you always let me stay with a naive fairy spirit. White skirt is your favorite, and oil-paper umbrella is your complex.
The gentle touch of orchid finger, intoxicated in the sunset glow, brought the bright moon, but made me feel sad and beautiful inexplicably. Just, I don't know, for this marriage, you violated heaven, abandoned practice, and bought a indifferent life for a civilian couple, but you still can't escape the secular disaster.
Under the Leifeng Tower, you and I were separated from life and death, but we failed to touch the world, but were cursed by Fahai for generations. How should I know? So, I can only wander around the West Lake, just to meet you reborn, and then leave cruelly. I once swallowed crabs that I never liked, just to put Fahai, who was hiding in the crab shell when the water flooded Jinshan, between my lips and teeth, but I didn't know that my lips were stained with a little blood.
I want you to go back to the past, and you won't meet me without conscience, because you want to change everything after this Millennium, and you don't want my heart to die in front of you in every reincarnation. You know this change will make you lose your way for thousands of years, so I can't predict your news, I can't find your trace, and I don't know how many lifetimes I will meet you.
But only in this way will we have no fetters, no separation of life and death between heaven and earth, and look forward to a distant life. If predestined friends, we can feel together with you in the distance, travel through time and space, and meet beautifully again in the world of flowers.
I will look forward to you in the west lake with oblique wind and drizzle, waiting for you; And you'll still have long hair and flutter around in a plain skirt. I will look for me along Broken Bridge and Su Causeway. I will also look forward to your eyes drifting in an instant and blooming into brilliant lilacs in my heart. The dark clouds are accumulating and the nightmare is coming again. Tears filled my frosted face.
The lake is misty, the flute is melodious at the broken bridge, and you are getting closer and closer in the distance. You have to avoid the curse of this generation, and you have to destroy all the ways that bind you and your white body.
You called me: Xu Xian, I will never be apart from you again. Let all the grievances go up in smoke, let's get back together.
Please believe that no matter how many times I can be reborn, I will never forget the meeting of the broken bridge. Let's say goodbye here in exchange for eternal life.
The raindrops on the tip of the grass hit the ground and brushed the occasional white clouds on the flowers. Sadly standing at the waiting bow, realgar wine tore my heart, your feathers, your face and your hair turned gray inch by inch, and gradually dissipated in the misty rain.
I stared at it for the last time, and then fell gently into the West Lake in the drizzle. I can't bear to watch you burn to ashes. If the pearl white Hosta I gave you floats on the water, it must be your tears, waiting for me from generation to generation.
I still remember when we met at the beginning of the year, I walked on the ground of Liu, you rowed in the sparkling blue waves, and peeped at your handsome face under the umbrella ... from a distance, it was white powder.
5. Love poems about rain Ancient poems rain, swallows in the oblique wind. Du Fu's "Water Threshold to Send Heart"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
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 empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Huanxisha in Qin Guan
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
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: In the mountains.
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: Yu Gezi
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day.
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 water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. Su Shi: Rain after Drinking Chuqing Lake
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. On June 27, Su Shi's Drunk Book of Wanghu Building
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Monk Zhinan's quatrains
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
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
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Lingdingyang"
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. Han Yu's "Going to Liuzhou Tower to Send Zhang Tingfeng to Four States"
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa
A rain in the night sky for no reason broke the heart of homesick Wan Li. Rainy night in Zhang Yong
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain. Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The "more leakage" of the text, the tourists thundered under their feet, and the dense clouds could not turn away. 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. Su Shi's rainstorm in Youmeitang
I didn't hear the lonely guest's ear all night, only listening to the rustling of rain and bananas outside the blue screen window. Tidal Huanxisha
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Li Qingzhao's Dream.
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" Young people listen to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese 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. Jie Jiang's young mermaid
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Song Guan's "Cold House in the Desert of Huanxisha" is coming, and the cock crows. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The Book of Songs "The Storm"
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! -"Evil" by Erhan Yuefu
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words. -"Cowherd Star" two Han Yuefu
Once you leave the team, follow the calendar. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west. The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -He Xun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, "Leaving Sorrow at Night"
The guest misses for a hundred years, but walking alone weighs a thousand miles. It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun, he stared at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in South Lake"
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa.
Red banjiang bridge green wine flag, pavilion baby palace sunset warm. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately. -Yang Liuzhi by Don Bai Juyi
6. What are the sentences describing oil-paper umbrellas? 1. Leaning against the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley on the corner, a long-lost oiled paper umbrella covered the time under the eaves. -Bai Luomei "If you are well, it is sunny"
In the vast world, you only pay attention to the warm moment under the umbrella. The lake is thousands of hectares, the water waves are cold, and the time is cold. However, under an umbrella, an 84-bone oiled paper umbrella with purple bamboo as the handle, people get together, and there is a human fragrance under the umbrella. Millennium practice is a blank without memory, but the moment under the umbrella is enough to tell the Millennium. -Zhang Xiaofeng's "A Wind Lotus Lift"
3. "Next, in Gong Yifei, dare you ask the girl's name?" She slightly raised the oiled paper umbrella and looked at him intently. For a long time, her voice was like pearls and jade, like blooming cold hibiscus flowers: "Yong 'an, sake." -"China Xu Yin" by Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty.
4. A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream. Sometimes, loneliness is so exciting, and only at this moment can the world be so calm. The cool breeze blows up the pages of the book, and this misty rain makes the dusty words and stories in the book filled with damp breath. Leaning against the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley on the corner, a long-lost oil-paper umbrella covered the time under the eaves. -Bai Luomei "If you are well, it is sunny"
Those things hovering in my mind before I die are all hallucinations caused by obsession. Tsing Yi black man walked slowly with a sixty-four-bone oiled paper umbrella. In the bloody field of vision, Bai Mei was blooming on the ridge. -Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty, Hua Xu Yin
6. When I first met Jiangnan, the fragrance was full of sleeves, the lotus was ten miles long, the water was clear for ever, the drizzle murmured the romance on a snowy night, and the faint smoke was telling the legend that the grass grew and the warbler flew. Who walked around the corner with an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the handsome guy in her heart? Who lingers on the misty blue slate, waiting for the girl like lilac? Spring blossoms "If you are well, it will be sunny."
7. Last night, the whole family got together to push a cup for tea, and the cool wine and sweet words turned into jokes. I've spent half my life in vain The inscription is perfect. Who can see the vows and floating names among the secluded mountains and rivers? Oil-paper umbrella on the bluestone board by the lake. The traveler stopped to fold flowers and got wet. How proud the jade petals in the south of the Yangtze River are, but they cling to flowers and chase the rain, just like dust. Your beautiful swaying flowers remind me of the past. I am willing to turn duckweed into a ripple in the middle of the lake and only accompany you through the years. The scriptures are recited slowly. Chinese businessmen wear torches, their sleeves are as thick as their hearts, and the viola in the forest is euphemistic. The mountains understand my sadness and tears, and I know that the past has been cut and the rain has fallen. Your swaying beautiful flowers remind me of the past. I would like to turn duckweed into a lake, only to accompany you through the ripples of the years. You are too ruthless to sway and wrinkle in the night wind. I am willing to turn quicksand into a lake, just waiting for the rotation of spring and summer with you. Whoever hides the rain between mountains and rivers in his heart will be deeply hidden in his heart. -Vae is between mountains and rivers
8. Comparing raindrops to tears, the oil-paper umbrella still lights up at dusk. -Original
9. How can I forget that this city is absolutely gorgeous? It was cold, dew soaked the orchid window, rouge was hidden, and his lips were smiling. The legend of the Millennium is still singing softly in the sound of the piano, the oil-paper umbrella has turned yellow, and people have not dispersed. -Yilin
10. He finally stopped, turned around and raised his oil-paper umbrella slightly, Gherardini: "So?"
At that moment, it seemed that the cold plum fragrance was floating in the rain, covered in fox fur sleeves, which was mostly an indelible illusion in my memory. Because it was such a rainy day at that time, rootless water in the sky fell like beads. When my life passed, I saw a man walking towards me with a 64-bone oiled paper umbrella. He held an umbrella slightly in the heavy rain in Weiguo, and the blood blurred my eyes and I couldn't see his face clearly. I often feel that it is a dying illusion, and I still don't know if the truth is what I think. -Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty, Hua Xu Yin
1 1. Under the oil-paper umbrella, whose love story, whose vision. -Plum
12. Oil-paper umbrella with light rain and cool wind, playing the piano and inkstone in Tsing Yi. -Original
13. Poetry and the distance, standing in the field with an oil-paper umbrella-original
14. Green flag, oiled paper umbrella, heartbroken words, nobody looked. -Original
15. Xiaoqiao He Qing Oil Paper Umbrella, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. -Original
7. Poem about gentle breeze and drizzle 1, to calm the storm
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
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On March 7th, Hu Sha was caught in the rain, and the servant with rain gear left early. People in the same company feel embarrassed, but I don't think so. After a while, it cleared up, so I made this word. Ignore the sound of rain beating on forests and leaves. You might as well take a leisurely walk while singing and whistling. Dragging sandals with bamboo poles is lighter than riding a horse. This is a trivial matter. What's to be afraid of?
No matter the wind and rain, I will live in hemp fiber all my life. The spring breeze is slightly cool, which makes me awake and makes me feel a little cold. I smiled when I saw the sunset on the mountain. Look back at the place where the wind and rain came and went back, whether it was rain or sunny.
2. In early spring, I became a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (Part I).
Author Han Yu, Tang Dynasty,
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.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
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The streets in Beijing are drenched with rain, as delicate and moist as milk. Grass comes from the ground, and the colors of grass are faintly connected in the distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. The most beautiful scenery in a year is this early spring scenery, far better than the late spring in Lvyang City.
3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
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.
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Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright.
When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
4. Qingming
Author Du Mu, Tang Dynasty,
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
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During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
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The author supported the Southern Dynasties and the Song Dynasty.
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
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I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
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