The sun and the moon are not spared, and the flow order is suddenly shocking.
The change of seasons is always unconscious.
It seems that I have only admired the lotus flowers a few times and heard a few cicadas,
The footsteps of summer are gradually moving away, and the figure of autumn is coming.
Dip a wisp of summer brightness, borrow a touch of autumn purity,
Splash ink for a season, sketch half paper is happy.
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The water window is low and the painting bar is open, and the pillow is sparse and the jade is leaking.
The sound of rain overnight is so cold that it is a dream, and ten thousand lotus leaves send autumn to it.
——Chen Wenshu "Summer Miscellaneous Poems"
Chen Wenshu is a poet that everyone may be relatively unfamiliar with.
He was born in the Qianlong period and became famous for his poems when he was young.
When he participated in the Hangzhou Township Examination, he was appreciated by Ruan Yuan, a scholar of politics, because of his excellent writing of proposition poems.
It's a pity that after repeated attempts and stopped, he stopped lifting.
He left behind not many poems, the most well-known is this "Summer Miscellaneous Poems".
At the end of summer, open the window near the water, lie on the bamboo mat, feel the coolness, and fall asleep peacefully.
In the middle of the night, a drizzle crept in.
Drops of rain jump and slide on the lotus leaves, as if welcoming the arrival of autumn.
An autumn rain and a cool, this coolness is not only a physical cooling, but also a spiritual baptism.
This feeling of freshness and coolness has been spreading from reality to dreams.
The smoke and rain in half of the city began to enter the painting, and a note of Suqiu came slowly.
The residual heat of summer has not yet left, and an autumn rain has brought a new coolness.
Walking on the autumn Mo, with a wisp of west wind, bathing in an autumn rain, falling full of autumn rhyme.
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Zi Chen quit the fire, and Shang Biao was already shocked.
The cloudy sky is full of summer colors, and the leaves are moving in autumn.
——Liu Yanshi, "Beginning of Autumn"
Liu Yanshi was a poet in the Tang Dynasty and had dealings with Meng Jiao and Li He.
He once relied on a song "Duck Shooting Song" to be appreciated by Wang Wujun, the envoy of the festival.
Wang Wujun once recommended him to be an official, and the imperial court issued an edict appointing him as the county commander of Zaoqiang.
Although he did not go to the post, later generations still called him "Liu Zaoqiang" according to the custom.
Pi Rixiu, a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty, praised his poems as "a hundred forged words, thousands of refined sentences, and a true masterpiece." ”
is like this song "Beginning of Autumn", although it is only 20 words, it seems to be tempered thousands of times, and the words are beautiful, and it is full of emotional rhyme.
"Flowing fire" refers to the westward flow of Great Mars, which means the end of summer and the arrival of autumn.
"Shang Biao" refers to the autumn wind, and the ancients used five tones to match the direction and the four seasons.
"Shang" corresponds to the West, and autumn.
From this morning, the summer heat gradually subsides, replaced by the cool autumn breeze.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the scenery of the season begins to change; The breeze blows, the leaves fall, that's the sound of autumn.
The poet did not spend a lot of pen and ink describing the scenery of the beginning of autumn.
Just through the verbs "ring", "surprise", "receiving" and "moving", the subtle changes of the seasons are written, which is amazing.
The mountains and rivers suddenly turn to the evening, and the world is dyed with autumn colors.
Overnight, the autumn breeze is cool, and the fallen leaves are full of steps.
Standing at the corner of time, listening to the wind blowing gently through the passing year, watching the leaves of the season gradually fall.
Send the summer and walk calmly; Autumn is coming, and you can be at peace with what you encounter.
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The lotus green is uneven, and the pool is full of water in the new autumn.
The early cool birth of the north threshold, the remnant of the east fence.
The sound of the cicadas is lazy, and the air is dry and the willows are declining.
When Pan is twenty years old, why be more sad.
——Bai Juyi, "Early Autumn on the Pond"
This poem was written by Bai Juyi during his tenure as an assassin in Suzhou, when he was 55 years old.
When people reach their twilight years, they are guests in a foreign land, and it is autumn again, and their hearts are inevitably sad.
The first couplet of the poem begins with a pond.
In late summer and early autumn, after a few rains, the pond is filled with autumn water.
On the water surface, green lotus flowers and water chestnuts are high and low, and they are scattered.
Then the jaw couplets two sentences, and the picture turns to the north threshold and the east fence.
Leaning against the window on the north side, you can feel the coolness of early autumn; The fence to the east is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
If the early autumn scenery of the first two couplets is still fresh and bright, the neck couplets have a sudden change in the picture, creating a desolate atmosphere.
In autumn, the dew condenses, the leaves are covered with dewdrops, and the cicadas begin to chirp.
The breeze blows, the dew dries, and the leaves fall.
"Lazy" and "decaying" not only describe the natural scenery of early autumn, but also hint at the poet's own body.
However, the poet did not remain immersed in the mood of sadness, and finally the couplet began to comfort himself.
Pan An gave birth to gray hair at the age of his establishment, and he is already in the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, and he is old and frail, isn't it normal?
What is there to mourn?
The seasons change, the years go by, we can't keep the scenery, and we can't save the time.
Calmly face the flow of the seasons, the flowers do not bloom, and the leaves do not hurt.
Don't worry about the past, don't be sad for the rest of your life, so it's good.
Time passes, and Xiao Xiaoyun changes cool.
Cut a wisp of autumn wind to blow away the impetuousness of the season;
Bathe in a curtain of autumn rain to wash away the dust of the passing years.
In the flow of time, in the cool scenery, calmly leave the summer, and enter the autumn peacefully.
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Author: Poetry of Anxiety
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