The rain hits the plantain and listens to the rain, and the Tao is sad and worryless
It rained heavily outside the house all night. When I wake up in the morning, the plants and the sky are washed by the rain, the sky is a clear blue, and the leaves are green and green.
It's so fresh and pleasant, and everything looks lovely in summer. Among the green green, the most eye-catching is the big green umbrella - the banana tree.
Plantain is an extremely common plant in our south, not valuable, easy to feed, and grows quickly, up to three or four meters high.
The plantain leaves are wide and thick, green and sprinkled, and the shadows are full of shadows, revealing infinite tranquility. It is a good place to shade the sun and cool off in summer.
The plantain doesn't have any advantages, the flowers are not good-looking, and the fruits are average. But throughout the ages, there have been so many people who love it very much. Plant it in front of the window, paint it in a painting, write it in a poem......
In early summer, the plantain is half spread or not, in the poet's pen: the plantain does not show the clove knot, and the spring breeze is sad.
In the middle of summer, the plantain leaves bloom widely, and in the poet's pen: "Who planted the banana tree in front of the window?" Yin is full of atrium, yin is full of atrium, Ye Ye is hearty, Shu Juan has more feelings"
And the best fate of Basho is to meet a rain, a night rain. I know the night rain through the window, and the banana has a sound first.
The summer rain falls elsewhere, on us ordinary people, whether it is the sound of dripping rain, or the rumbling and rumbling rain.
But falling on the plantain and on the body of the ancient literati is the pain of longing, the sorrow and loneliness, the sorrow of the journey, and the melancholy of the passage of time.
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"Linjiang Immortal · Bit of Basho Heartbreak"
Qing Nalan sexuality
The little banana is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning.
I still have old books.
The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar.
Tired eyes are low and confused, and half of the re-viewing is blurry.
The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely.
It is expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection?
Outside the window, raindrops fall on the plantains, pulling the poet into a whirlpool of memories. Looking back on the past, my heart hurts as if it is about to break.
Before going to bed, I re-read the old letter and looked at the word mandarin duck that my wife had written before, although I was not proficient enough, but the paper was full of sweetness and love.
Before I could finish reading an old letter, tears had blurred my eyes. On this cold rainy night, in front of the dark window, I lit a lone lamp.
I thought that the love was over, but who said that the love was over or not? If the love is exhausted, how can you feel pain in the face of a page of paper, and your eyes are blurred with tears?
The rain hits the plantains, and the sound is worrying. The whole article expresses the poet's sorrow and nostalgia for his wife vividly.
How happy it was in the past, how painful it is now. Maybe he would rather that it was a dream, even if it was a dream for a thousand years.
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Sauvignon Blanc · Rain
宋万俟咏 (mò qí yǒng)
A sound, a change.
Outside the window, the light in the banana window. Infinite affection at this time.
Dreams are hard to come true, and hatred is hard to peace.
It's not sad, people don't like to hear it. The empty step drops to the light.
This is another melancholy tragedy brought about by the banana rain. I know the night rain through the window, and the banana has a sound first.
At night, the lyricist listens to the rain hitting the plantains, the lonely lamp illuminates people and it is difficult to fall asleep, touching the scene and feelings, and the thoughts of his life are mixed, and the hatred is difficult to peace.
This hateful rain, whether the "sorrowful" likes to hear it or not, it doesn't matter, it just keeps going.
A sound, a change, the empty steps drip to the light. It can be seen that insomniacs have not closed their eyes all night and listened to the sound of rain all night.
Probably because of the non-stop banana rain, the feeling of loneliness and loneliness also followed, making the long night even more difficult.
Although the language is light, the love is bitter.
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"Who Plants Banana Trees in Front of the Window · Ugly Slave Child"
Song Li Qingzhao
Who planted a banana tree in front of the window, and the shade filled the atrium.
The atrium is full of shade. Ye Ye heart, Shu Juan has more than clear.
Sad pillow on the three more rain, dripping rain.
A little bit of rain. Worried about the northerners, they are not used to listening.
I don't know who planted the banana tree in front of the window, and the green shade covers the entire courtyard. The leaves and the ever-stretching heart leaves are attached to each other, one by one, one by one, obscuring the courtyard.
It also evokes thousands of sorrows in the hearts of the poets. Full of sorrow, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, but at the third watch, it rained.
The sound of the rain was dripping, ticking, and ringing. Keeps beating on my heart. Born in the north and raised in the north, how can I get used to it?
This poem was written by Li Qingzhao when he crossed to the south after the death of her husband Zhao Mingcheng. At night, the rain hits the plantains, and the thoughts drift into the distance.
She remembered her lost home, her dead husband. Thinking of the current turbulent situation, thinking of not knowing when we will be able to "cross the Huaishui", I can't sleep even more.
So he got up in his clothes and wrote this poem. Wandering in a foreign land, she felt lonely and depressed.
The heart is just like a banana leaf, rolled up layer by layer, and stretched out again. The desolation and sorrow in my heart made me frown and go up to my heart, which made people have mixed feelings, and I could only hold the sorrow until dawn.
can't help it, complaining about these literati, always projecting their loneliness and sorrow onto plantains and plants. People don't have to worry?
When Basho meets rain, it must be happy. Because it was the coolest and most beautiful sound on a hot summer day.
On a rainy night in summer, lying down at night to listen to the wind and rain, and the rain hitting the plantain also has a unique flavor. Even if there is no concern for the stomach, it will cause people to have some sorrow and parting feelings for no reason.
However, people like me who have no heart and lungs and sleep next to the pillow are only afraid that they are a little worried, and they are worried about the new words.
Maybe there is a bit of leisure, after all, the streamer is easy to throw people aside, red cherry blossoms, green plantains.
Life also makes us understand that the reason why most people are so sad and bored is not because they are not strong enough, but because they are too much unable to suffer from all kinds of hardships and ups and downs of ordinary people, and their hearts are tormented.
The inkmen can also use this plantain, this moon, and this sunset to pour out. But what about most ordinary people?
Thousands of sorrows, no one said, thousands of sufferings, no one crossed. We are all ordinary, it is not easy to cross ourselves, how can we have the spare strength to lend a helping hand to others?
But we can still be more considerate of the difficulties of others, listen more with love, radiate more warmth, and become a gentle person, and you will be treated gently by the world.
Source: Official account poetry time
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