Like a dream, the composition is poetic! Like a dream, poetic

At dusk after an outing, the sun had set, and on the river, a woman rowed a boat, returning drunk, but she didn't know the way home, and she didn't realize it until the depths of the lotus pond. Despite the stunning surroundings, it is still urgent to find the right path among the lotus flowers. She rowed the boat quickly, alarming the waterfowl that were already roosting.

At this time, the voices of people, birds, and water are intertwined to form an interesting picture.

1.I often remember playing in the pavilion by the stream until the sun went down, intoxicated (in this scenery), (even) not knowing the way back. I had a lot of fun, and it was already dark, so I had to row back and accidentally broke into the depths of the lotus pond.

Hurry up, hurry up. Accidentally, it alarmed the waterfowl that inhabit here.

2.Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was fierce, and a deep sleep could not eliminate the residual drunkenness. I tried to ask the maid who rolled the curtain, but she replied that the begonia flowers were still fresh. Did you know? Did you know? It should be that the leaves are lush and the flowers are withering.

Note: Li Qingzhao's two dream-like poems are poetic. ）

Last night it rained and the wind was severe.

Heavy sleep does not kill alcohol.

The ,—— of the curtain people who tried the questionnaire said, "Begonia is still the same."

Do you know, do you know?

It should be green, fat, red and thin!

Li Qing appreciated the words.

This small order, with characters, scenes, and dialogues, fully shows the language expressiveness of Song Ci and the talent of the lyricist.

"Last night's rain and storm" refers to the rain and wind last night. Sparse, is writing sparse and sparse, rather than the usual sparse meaning. When this spring is good, the famous flowers are just right, and the wind and rain will be persecuted, and the mood is like a tide, and I can't sleep, only to borrow wine to kill my sorrows.

I drank too much and slept strongly. As a result, when I woke up, it was already dawn. But last night's mood was already like a chest, so I had to ask about the things that hung in my mind when I got together.

So, she urgently asked the maid who cleaned up the house and opened the curtains: How are the begonia flowers? The maid looked at it and replied with a smile

It's not bad, a night of wind and rain, the begonias haven't changed at all! When the hostess heard this, she sighed: "Silly girl, do you know that the begonia flowers are already less red and more green!?"

This dialogue writes what poetry and painting can't do, and writes the complex expression and tone of the boudoir who is sad and springy, which can be described as "a pen that conveys the gods."

The author uses "heavy sleep" and "residual wine" to build a bridge, and writes about the time changes and psychological evolution from night to morning. Then a "rolling blind", dotting the dawn of the day, ingeniously and appropriately. However, the person who asked the curtain did not mention anything about what was asked, and only revealed the mystery in the answer.

It's really ingenious, and there is no trace. The lyricist is happy for the flowers, sad for the flowers, drunk for the flowers, and angry for the flowers, but in fact, it is sad to cherish the spring, and to use the flowers as a metaphor for themselves, lamenting that their youth is fleeting.

It's early summer, and a mild cold breeze blows away the heat and tranquility of summer. The scorching sun in the sky hangs like a red balloon, fluttering in the sky, and I know that it hums a cheerful little song on the tree, which makes people upset. On this day, when the weather was cool, I called my friends to go on an outing with me.

We rowed our boat and came to the gazebo by the creek, which was deserted next to it. We sat in the gazebo, talking and laughing, you have a glass, I have a glass, and we drank a glass of wine. Everyone drank to their heart's content.

Drinking, of course, we can't do without chanting poetry. The crystal clear surface of the lake calmly resembles a transparent mirror. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and ripples rippled on the surface of the lake, making us feel comfortable and comfortable.

Before I knew it, the sky was getting dark little by little, and the sun, which had been active for a day, hung on the edge of the sea and the sky with a crooked red face, as if yawning and wanting to sleep. It was not too early for a few of us to look at the sky, but we were already immersed in the sunset with an afterglow, which was really intoxicating. But sooner or later we had to leave, so we all staggered to the boat.

We came to the lotus pond without knowing it. I saw the lotus flowers, some of which were graceful and colorful, like a charming little girl; Some are just budding to be released, like a shy little girl; Some are slim, like a slender little woman......The lotus flowers are all in a variety of shapes, which is really beautiful, which makes us even more intoxicated and don't want to leave. Next to the slim lotus flowers, there is a group of lovely gulls and herons, they are playing freely, and some are perched on the lotus leaves.

We rowed too fast and disturbed the beautiful flock of gulls. They fluttered their wings, flew to the shore, and looked back at us in intoxication, as if to say, "Goodbye!"

Dear friends! At last they flew up, made a brilliant arc in the glow, and soared freely in the sky again, flying away ......

We rowed back home, and although we had already returned home, we were still reveling in the happy world we had just had. Therefore, now that I am full of poetry, I immediately picked up the brush and wrote a poem "Like a Dream Order":

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.

Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

This poem made me forget ...... for a long time

"Like a Dream Order" expanded.

Drunk and don't know the way back.

Returning to the boat in the evening.

Strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting.

Startled a shoal of gulls and herons.

The sunset is sinking away, and the lotus flowers in this pool in front of me. It also looks more and more charming in the sunset. The red ones are redder, the pink ones are more pink, and the white ones are slightly shy. The pavilion by the stream was silent, but it became more and more silent in the setting sun.

Not far away, occasionally a few small birds pass by, hurrying, I'm afraid I have to rush home! However, a few dragonflies did not slow down, flying high and low, sometimes stopping at the white lotus, sometimes kissing the pink lotus.

At this moment, I am quietly leaning on the pavilion railing, looking at the sunset, looking at the lotus flowers in this pool, like a dream. For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was heaven or earth, and I was intoxicated by this quiet beauty. The sunset was on the other side of the mountain, and I was reluctant to give up, and finally turned back.

And I forgot to go home.

When he stepped on the boat, paddling gently, the ripples on the water suddenly overflowed, wave after wave until the jade-like lotus leaves, the lotus leaves also swayed, and the lotus flowers were not willing to be lonely, or pursed their mouths, or smiled and bloomed. The fragrance also spreads. Before you know it, the boat is also drunk, and with the fragrance of the flowers into the deeper flowers.

I got more and more drunk, and I couldn't find my way to get there. I rowed the boat hard, the lotus leaves became more lively, and the lotus looked very embarrassed and smiled.

Suddenly, a flock of gulls and herons in the depths of the lotus flower startled and flew straight into the twilight air, and the screams pierced the silence of the pond.

Hahaha! Even the gulls and herons are laughing at me, and I can't find my way home!