Does anyone know Yu Qiuyu s Poetry of Night Rain .

The Poetry of Night Rain" - Yu Qiuyu's original text:

In his early years, in order to learn to write ancient poems, he once bought a line-bound version of "Poetry and Rhyme", a letter with a total of 6 volumes, with a small font and a lot of content. In addition to the poetry rhyme, it also classifies various objects, various scenes, and various moods, and compiles relevant poems of the past dynasties, becoming a fairly complete poetry dictionary.

In the past, when literati wanted to write poems urgently, they would check it and set a set, and it was very possible to quickly concoct a few poems. But there is no doubt that the poems written in this way are not worth reading. It is only a little interesting to flip through the pages casually without the task of writing poetry and look at the multi-party collection of Chinese poetic words under the same name.

Flipping through it, the title "Night Rain" has now appeared, and most of the poems there are readable. Since it is night, all hues have receded, and all colorful words have lost their effectiveness; It's raining again, the space is very cramped, and any feat and pride can't be spread, and the poems can't help but go to simplicity, distraction to oneself, and to emotion, Li Shangyin's famous "Night Rain Sending North" can be called a model.

Just listening to the sound of rain in the night outside the window, my heart will be full of poems. If you want to say beauty, there is no beauty, the road outside the house is muddy and difficult to walk, the flowers in the courtyard are scattered, and the travelers who walk at night are soaked. But it is in this situation that you will feel that the usual worldly hustle and bustle is temporarily extinguished, and only the peace unified by the sound of the rain is left in heaven and earth, and the silence is blocked by the sound of the rain.

Everyone quietly returned to their positions, and sat silently surrounded by the rain curtain. Everything in the outside world has become imagination, and imagination in the night rain is always very focused and distant.

The night rain deprives people of their vitality, so the imagination in the night rain is particularly sensitive and timid. This kind of timidity is mixed with a certain sense of security, condensed into the self-enjoyment and expectation of a blind argument and warmth in the small world. chatting with family around the fireplace in the night rain, almost never arguing; Concentrate on studying in the night rain, and your body and mind will iron extraordinarily; When you miss your friends in the night rain, you will miss and immediately find a pen to write a letter; Pick up the lamp in the night rain to write, and the words will also become moisturizing and containing.

In the night rain, imagine that it is best to stand against the window. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, and the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat you exhale is a fog. You can see very little, but you seem to be able to see far away.

The wind was not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turned into the sound of gradual rain, into denser ripples in the river, into thicker mud on the road.

At this moment, there is nothing in heaven and earth that will interfere with the sound of wind and rain that is allowed to be free. You wipe the fog off the window with your warm fingers, and you see countless crystal raindrops on the outside of the window. A new mist rises again, and you still use your fingers to scratch and stroke, and finally draw the name in your mind.

The night rain is the enemy of travel.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you".

Yu Qiuyu Everyone has a dead end, they can't get out by themselves, and others can't break in.

I put my deepest secrets there.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you".

Everyone has a wound, deep or shallow, covered with a cloth, thinking that it is not there.

I smeared the redtest blood there.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you".

Everyone has a love, with heart, affection, and force, and it is touching and sentimental.

I hid my hottest emotions there.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you".

Everyone has a line of tears, the cold water they drink, the hot tears that brew.

I put my most heartfelt grievances there.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you".

Everyone has a confession, apprehension and uneasiness, but full of sincerity and courage.

I use the most lyrical language there.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you".

You will never see when I love you the most, because I only love you most when I can't see you.

In the same way, you can never see me when I'm the loneliest, because I'm the loneliest only when you can't see me.

Perhaps, I am too good at hiding my sadness.

Perhaps, I am too good at comforting my scars.

Perhaps, in your eyes, I am too good at taking care of myself, so you never consider my feelings.

You think I can recover very quickly, and you are a little selfish.

From the rain to the sun, I passed by the mud and the wind.

Along the way, you never understood me, and I didn't blame you.

I'm not here to show my generosity, nor to show my generosity.

I just want you to know that the feelings are not there, and the blame is not there.

What a deep and implicit love.