Prose The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much

Spring Dawn" - Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

Poetry appreciation. The poem is about the scenery of a spring morning. "I don't know when I sleep in spring, I smell birds everywhere" is the second sentence that says:

In spring, the nights are short, and before you know it, the sky is dawn after falling asleep, and the chirping of birds and birds is everywhere. These two poems grasp the acoustic characteristics of birdsong everywhere in the spring morning, rendering an intoxicating artistic conception of spring, and setting off the vitality in the spring morning.

The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall", the poet wakes up from a sweet dream, when he wants to get up, he recalls the sound of wind and rain last night, so he wants to see that there will be a lot of falling flowers in the wind and rain, and the auditory image "wind and rain sound" here is by no means a sentimental "broken intestine sound", but a rich "renewal song".

Spring Dawn", a small poem, seems to be plain at first reading, and after reading it repeatedly, I feel that there is a world in the poem. Its artistic charm lies not in the ornate rhetoric, not in the wonderful artistic techniques, but in its charm. The style of the whole poem is as easy and natural as flowing water, but it is far-reaching and profound, and it is unique.

For thousands of years, people have recited it, ** it, as if in this short quatrain, contains endless artistic treasures.

Natural and without rhyme, it is shallow; If there are no ups and downs, it will be straight. "Spring Dawn" has both a beautiful rhyme and ups and downs, so the poetry is mellow. The poet wants to express his love for spring, but he does not say it all, does not say it thoroughly, "the windward door is half open", so that the reader can treacherously and conjecture, and he shows hidden twists and turns everywhere.

The love is hidden outside the word, and the overflow is currently said to be beautiful. (quoted by Zhang Jie's "Sui Hantang Poems") to write love, the poet chooses the emotional fragments of the moment when he wakes up in the early morning to describe. This fragment is the beginning and embryonic stage of the poet's ideological activity, and it is the most germinating moment that can make people imagine the development of his feelings.

The poet seizes this moment, but does not pave it, he only reveals his heart to the reader, leads the reader to the path of his feelings, and leaves it alone, and the rest is enriched and supplemented by the reader in the direction of the poet's thinking.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

Last night I heard a gust of wind and rain in the haze, and how many flowers had been shaken off in the garden now? In connection with the first two lines of the poem, the wind and rain at night is not a storm, but a light wind and drizzle, which sends the poet to a sweet dreamland and cleans the morning more brightly, and it is not hateful.

But after all, it wants to shake off the spring flowers and take away the spring light, so the sentence "how much do you know about the flowers" implies the poet's faint grievances and infinite reverie about the passage of spring hand.

Appreciation. The poem "Spring Dawn" was written by the poet when he lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain, and the artistic conception is very beautiful. Poetry refers to the description and association of people who have just woken up in the morning of spring, vividly expressing the poet's love and pity for spring.

This poem does not use the general technique of directly describing the spring scene in front of him, but captures the typical spring breath through the auditory feelings and associations of the moment after waking up in the "spring morning", and expresses his feelings of loving and regretting spring.

Summary. Meng Haoran (689-740), the word Haoran, the name Mengshan, Xiangzhou Xiangyang (now Xiangyang, Hubei), the famous landscape pastoral poet of the Tang Dynasty, known as "Meng Xiangyang". Because he has never entered the office, he is also called "Monsanite".

Meng Haoran was born in the Tang Dynasty, and in his early years, he had ambitions to use the world, and after the difficulties in his career and the pain and disappointment, he was still able to respect himself, not kitsch, and retreated to seclusion for life. He once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. At the age of 40, he traveled to Chang'an, and he was not ranked in the Jinshi.

He once wrote poems in Taixue, and his name moved the minister, and he was convinced, and he put down his pen for it. In the twenty-fifth year of Kaiyuan (737), Zhang Jiuling was recruited by the shogunate, and then lived in seclusion. Most of Meng's poems are five-character short stories, mostly writing about landscapes and pastorals, the pleasure of seclusion, and the mood of detention and service.

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At night, the sound of wind and rain falls to know how much filial piety Yinhui is: Recalling the sound of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many delicate spring flowers have been blown down.

The original text of "Spring Dawn" by the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran is: Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere and hail is heard. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

Meng Haoran (689-740), the word Haoran, the name Mengshan, Xiangzhou Xiangyang (now Xiangyang, Hubei), the famous landscape pastoral poet of the Tang Dynasty, known as "Meng Xiangyang". Because he never smiled and entered the office, he was also called "Monsanite". Meng Haoran was born in the Tang Dynasty, and in his early years, he had the ambition to use the world, and after the hardship and pain of his career and disappointment, he was still able to respect himself, not kitsch, and retreat to seclusion for life.

He once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. At the age of 40, he traveled to Chang'an, and he was not ranked in the Jinshi. He once wrote poems in Taixue, and his name moved the minister, and he was convinced, and he put down his pen for it.

In the twenty-fifth year of Kaiyuan (737), Zhang Jiuling was recruited by the shogunate, and then lived in seclusion. Most of Meng's poems are five-character short stories, mostly writing about landscapes and pastorals, the pleasure of seclusion, and the mood of detention and service. Although there is no cynicism in it, it is more of a poet's self-expression.

Meng Haoran's poems have a unique artistic attainment, and later generations call Meng Haoran and Wang Wei, another landscape poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Wang Meng", and there are three volumes of "Meng Haoran Collection" handed down. In the twenty-eighth year of Kaiyuan, Wang Changling was demoted and passed through Xiangyang, visited Meng Haoran, and met very happily. Meng Haoran had a poisonous sore on his back, and the treatment will be slower and slower.

Spring dawn

Tang Meng Haoran. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

Translations. Spring is good for sleeping, and before you know it, it's dawn.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping everywhere.

At night, there seems to be a rustling of wind and rain.

Oh, wind and rain, I don't know how many flowers have been blown down?

The poet seized the moment of life in the spring morning, engraved the essence of nature, the true interest of life, and expressed the joy of the splendid and intoxicating spring and the love of the vibrant spring. The words are shallow, the scenery is true, the distance is deep, and the charm is endless. It can be said to be a sapphire in the five-word quatrain, which has been passed down through the ages and is brilliant.

The night was very deep and quiet, and I only heard the raindrops constantly beating against the window, crisp and pleasant, like a beautiful little nocturne, the sound was in the heart, and it seemed that the impetuous thoughts were also quiet at this moment......

The raindrops are like crystal clear crystals knocking on the glass and calling the window, slowly sliding down, and under the soft light, refracting the white light...

Listening to the sound of the rain, looking back on the years, perhaps experiencing setbacks and failures, perhaps the road ahead is also full of ups and downs, but they all move forward with the sunshine of their hearts, so that ordinary days exude a faint warmth ......

Listening to the sound of rain and feeling the beauty of life, maybe it is the inadvertent smile, the warmth of the heart, the opening may be a sudden surprise, embellished with the fragrance of time ......

Listening to the sound of the rain, feeling the journey of life, the bits and pieces of the day are full of ups and downs, all of which are traces .......of growth and colorful experiences

Let the years flow, time passes quietly, I wish to leave a feeling of listening to the rain, but also watch the flowers in front of the court bloom and fall, and enjoy the blue sky and clouds rolling .......

Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn", Spring Dawn (1).

Tang Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring (2) I know, and I smell birds everywhere (3).

Night comes (4) The sound of wind and rain, how many flowers fall.

The wind and rain come at night, and the flowers fall to know who the author is.