In the morning, bask in a big basin of water in the yard and spread a mat at the windy door.
The sunshine on the earth wall is bright, and the locust tree quietly exudes a delicate fragrance. The sun is thick, the days are long and quiet.
At that time, the sky was high and the clouds were light, such as the sky plain, and time passed slowly.
In the afternoon, flies fly around, the village falls asleep, and cicadas sing and stir in the upright light.
Children refused to take a nap, found cicadas, played with stones, stole grapes, picked pumpkin flowers, and slipped to the river to play. ...
I have a summer and a childhood.
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People are lazy at the beginning of a nap.
The first time I woke up from a nap was mysterious. I often can't remember who I am or where I am. It seems to be stranded in Forgotten River, and the riverbank is white. A few familiar faces, some fragments of sound, emerged in a distant past life. The world is like a hazy silhouette, surrounded by rustling. You open your eyes, put on your body, and you sleep with deep tiredness.
If you live a leisurely life, like this poem, then don't worry. You can stay for a while and float without thinking at that moment, or watch the clouds pass through the window, or follow some sound until it disappears like the past, or feel the breeze blowing through your skin. Remember that feeling ... it would be nice to be in such a daze once in a while.
This is an ordinary day for the poet Yang Wanli. Spring goes to summer, which is the season when plums are ripe and plantains are stretched. After lunch, I ate some plums and felt tired and sleepy. I don't know how long I slept. It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like a short time. I still feel sour when I wake up.
In summer in the south, the sun is like fire, and bananas are Ran Ran. Banana leaves are large, planted in front of the window and stretched in early summer. "Plum folic acid teeth, banana leaves green screen window", which I tasted in my mouth when I slept, and what I saw in my eyes was fresh with the scene. "Green" is good. The new green of banana penetrates through the screen window, and the people in the window face each other.
Sleeping for a long time is heartless. After a long sleep, the poet is a little lazy and bored, and the day is still long and needs to be spent. "Idle watching children catch willow flowers", catkins flying, children laughing, reading it after a thousand years, and now it is like smelling it.
Look at the second song:
Still lazy. "A half-bow moss is in pine shade", pine shade and moss make people feel the silence and almost static slowness of time. "Frame", this quantifier has to be understood with heart. Why do you say "framework"? Zhang Zao, a modern poet, said in Mirror Mirror that "for example, watch her swim to the other side of the river/climb the ladder", so we should compare the two quantifiers "Jia" and "Zhu". It is reasonable to say that ladders and pine trees are used backwards. Obviously, the poet deliberately chose it to express his strange feelings, so the poetic language has an unusual strangeness.
Pine ladder, ladder or pine, pine or pine? This is a profound image that we can associate freely. Imagine a ladder made of pine. The ladder is like a pine tree. Imagine a pine tree, which is like a ladder. Maybe the latter is wilder. Let's think about the pine tree. Those branches that extend to both sides are clean and tidy. Aren't they like ladders to climb? River banks and pine trees are wild, one level and one height, which gives people a sense of danger visually, so the poet went on to say that "dangerous things are beautiful."
In the poem "Nap", there are two details that need to be understood slowly. The first is the quantifier "home". The quantifier of shade, we usually say a piece, a mass or an area, and the "frame" is supported by space height, such as a pod and a ladder. The shade here is described as a "frame", which is related to the shape of pine trees, and other trees are not suitable. Or a ladder. Pine trees are like ladders. In the afternoon, the shade is clear. Maybe the poet is lying and watching. Under the scorching sun, pine trees may also become loose and shady, forming a whole frame.
The second detail is word order. Why not say "pine shade" but "pine shade"? A piece of pine shade and half bow moss sounds smoother. However, we should know that different word orders have different feelings. The accuracy of poetic language is also reflected in this point. "One frame scatters yin", with the front scattering yin and the back frame, can better convey the poet's intuitive feelings when he sleeps. Songyin takes the lead, and "one pattern" is a later thinking concept. When we read it, the first word we saw was "Song". As for the fluency of expression, Aristotle said in Poetics that poetic language is to disrupt the rhythm of general language and artificially create difficulties and obstacles. This is not intended to embarrass readers, but to strengthen readers' unique and lasting feelings about things. The poet has good intentions.
"I want to read a book, but I'm too lazy to open it." Occasionally I want to read a book, but I'm too lazy to reach for it and open it casually. After a nap, I feel relaxed and comfortable, and it doesn't matter if I don't read. The loveliest is the last two sentences: "Playing with a clear spring and sprinkling banana leaves will make the children listen to the rain by mistake". A real poet is not only a good boy, but also a real boy himself. He is always curious about everything in the world and always plays games with respect.
Hold a clear spring in your hand and sprinkle it on the big banana leaves and lotus leaves. Who didn't play when I was a child? What is rare is that adults can still play like this, and they can still be childlike. What is even better in the poem is that after hearing it, the child mistakenly thinks it is raining and follows the sound. After reading these, my heart has also been purified.
Yang Wanli wrote more than 20 thousand poems in his life, and the details of his daily life were slightly stained by his wonderful pen, which was full of vitality. He is called "a generation of poets", not because of how many thoughts and truths his poems express, nor because of how well he uses meter. I think it's because his poetic language is fresh and simple, and his poems are full of interest.
Li Keran's Summer Map of the Lotus Pond
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Lu Fangweng, who likes to take a nap.
Lu You, one of the four great masters in the Southern Song Dynasty, is similar to Yang Wanli, but has different tastes. It's also about a nap. Let's read Lu You's poems.
The first sentence is very different and poetic in Lu You's dialogue. Weng Fang really likes to take a nap in his spare time. A little search shows that there are four or five poems in his poetry collection with the topic of "nap" directly, and there are countless poems related to nap, such as "sleeping in the afternoon window to listen to songbirds", "who will have tea in the afternoon after sleep", "nap or dusk" and so on.
Judging from these poems, his old man loves to snore during the afternoon nap and doesn't hide it. He was very happy and snored into the poem: "The window is open in the shade, and the sky and husband are sleeping media. Sweating, wet clothes, rain, loud voice. " (Excerpted from "Nap") Another article "Nap" wrote: "I got drunk on my pillow in the afternoon and snored loudly in my neighbors", which shows that I slept soundly and snored loudly! The question is, how can he hear his snoring?
On this day, I went to bed at noon, the sun was still early, and it was a long summer. Idle mind, wandering eyes. "Mao Zhuqing enters the eaves, and the bonus grass comes out." After a sleep, my eyesight recovered, Mao Zhuqing was greener and the flowers were red. Once under the eaves and once outside the grass.
"The moss money is also full of bricks and stones, and the nurse can't bear to sweep it." Bricks are covered with round moss money, which shows that he can't bear to sweep these tiny lives. Keep the moss money, for the sake of beauty, looking at the stone covered with strawberry moss adds a lot of coolness.
"The official situation is self-sparse, so I can forget it." In his poems, Weng Fang often laments that he is old and humble, while he is more leisurely and lustful. I'm unwilling to be careless, so whenever I talk about it, if I really forget it, I don't even have to mention the word "official feeling". You can forget your old age here, or you can persuade yourself.
Lu You was eager to make contributions all his life and was interested in restoring the Central Plains. However, his passion and courage have not been appreciated by those who are in power, but have been repeatedly degraded. Nearly 50 years old, like a weak scholar, he rode a donkey into Shu. In his later years, he lived in his hometown of Yin Shan, and his enthusiasm for serving the country still exists. He is over the age of 70, and he is still galloping on the battlefield in his dreams. Liang Qichao commented on him in "Reading Weng Ji": "I failed to live up to a hundred thousand soldiers in my chest, and I was bored with poetry." In fact, I am bored because I only care about myself and forget my age.
It is easy to think of Bai Juyi when reading Lu You's leisurely poems. It is said that Lu You's poetics are Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi also wrote many poems about taking a nap. The following is a glimpse:
"Before worship into the cabinet, and back to the porch. Back in Zhao, people lay on horseback and rested on their saddles. But I slept until noon, and I sat up in awe. When the weather is fine, it will be fine after the rain. Persimmons are lush, and the Wangs' courtyard is spacious. Wine in a bottle is the highest mountain on the wall. Sleep alone or sit alone, open your chest to the wind. The Zen master and the poet met for the second time. "The title of this poem is" Chao Gui Yuan Shuji Ba ",the first 16 sentences. The scene is relatively fresh, and the discussion of the last 16 sentences is omitted. Reading Bai Juyi's poems is like shaking a cattail leaf fan, sitting under a persimmon tree in the Wang family courtyard and listening to an old woman's long talk. If you don't think it's too long, you'll also be interested.
Li Keran's Cool Map
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Lotus with a human face, similar in distance.
In short, in summer, beauty is lazy. "Jade bowl is cool to relieve summer heat". Is it rock sugar tremella or lotus seed lily in the jade bowl? Although it relieves summer heat, it is written in words, which are pure and beautiful words.
Look at the next sentence, "Bi Chan Sha Kitchen", food, shelter and things used, and the poet has given them beautiful names, all of which are suitable for beauty. "Sleeping until noon", the beauty is sleepy, sleepy, just like the sleeping position of the beauty, followed by the story of flying birds and dancing.
"Yinger's tongue is as loose as knowledge, and the painting fan flies for no reason." Yinger's voice is sleepy and looks lazy and sleepy. If it is pleasant, it suddenly flies for no reason, but it seems to fly from a beauty's dream, and the beauty wakes up. Jin Changxu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "Spring Complaint": "The pleasure of driving orioles out comes from trees. When she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp, they woke her up. " The singing of the warbler in the poem broke the girl's lovesickness dream, and Yan Shu's ci was based on it, bringing forth the old and bringing forth the new. In this word, whether the beauty's dream scared Inger or Inger awakened the beauty's dream is unknown and interesting.
It rained during my nap and stopped when I woke up. The beauty slowly came to the pool, the water was cool, and the lotus flowers were full of fragrance after the rain. The beauty looked at the lotus on the shore. "The lotus with a human face is really like it." Peach blossom's face is red, and its face is under the peach tree, which is in harmony with the beauty of peach blossom. Lotus faces are not harmonious with each other, but opposite from a distance. Beautiful women look at lotus flowers with elegant posture, like hibiscus beside the water.
"I saw that the red side was still holding the pistil, and new lotus seeds had formed in the flowers." The red side was still holding the pistil, "seeing", but unfortunately its eyes were often blinded by its eyes. Look at the red fragrance, which is just right. In fact, it has faded in the dark, and it can't hide in the bushes, revealing the newly-knotted lotus seeds.
Lotus is beautiful, but lotus seeds are bitter in heart. The beauty saw the lotus, and the lotus also saw her.
Author | Three Books
Editor | Zhang Jin Shen Chan
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