What does the Dong people mean by the content of Song of Xia Chan?

Quietly listen to me imitate cicadas,

I hope everyone will come to harmony.

Although our voice is no bet than that of cicadas,

Life has filled me with * * *,

Singing about our youth,

Sing about our love.

Background introduction:

Dong people are mainly distributed in Guizhou, Hunan, Hubei and Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region. Dong people are called "Lingling" in the literature of Song Dynasty, and most of them are called "Dongjia" by the people. Dong people had no written language at first. 1958 established the Dong language program with Latin alphabet, but Chinese is still widely used. Dong language is divided into two dialects: North and South. Dong people are mainly engaged in agriculture and forest management, and are good at architectural art, and Dong brocade, Dong embroidery and silver ornaments are all distinctive.

Dong people's big songs, leading singers and chorus, have many voices and are magnificent and free and easy. Pipa music accompanied by pipa or "Song-Qin" with cheerful and smooth tune is also unique to Dong people. Dong Opera, which began in the early19th century, developed from the original narrative rap, with simple steps, simple movements, diverse tunes, Dong costumes, no facial makeup and strong national color. Dong folk dances include "Duoye", Lusheng, dragon dance and lion dance.

The female voice depicts the sound of nature with incredible accuracy, and the ethereal and pure sound effect brings the unique aesthetic feeling of peace and picturesque harmony like water. The beautiful and ethereal singing voice of Dong language makes people fascinated by the beautiful mountains and rivers of Dong township.

Dong nationality:

Dong nationality originated from the "Luoyue" in Qin and Han Dynasties. After Wei and Jin Dynasties, these tribes were generally called "Liao", and Dong people were a part of "Liao". Now it is mainly distributed in Liping, Congjiang, Rongjiang, Tianzhu and Jinping in Guizhou, Xinhuang, Jingxian and Tongdao in Hunan, Sanjiang and Longsheng in Guangxi. The population is 25 1 000 (1the fourth population census in 1990). Believe in polytheism and worship natural things.

Dong people have their own language, belonging to the Dong Shui branch of Zhuang Dong language family of Sino-Tibetan language family. Dong people are fluent in Chinese. There are no characters in the original. In 1958, pinyin characters in Latin alphabet are designed. Dong people also have their own folk drama-Dong Opera. It is developed from narrative rap. Dong folk songs are especially good at metaphor. Xiao Di is their musical instrument. Dong people are also good at architectural art, and each stockade has a unique wooden building. This nail-free, riveting-free wooden structure has absorbed part of the essence of China's ancient pavilions.

Dong people are mainly engaged in agriculture and also manage trees. Mainly produce fish and japonica rice, and make good use of rice fields to raise fish. Forestry is famous for producing Chinese fir.

195 1 08 19, Longsheng Dong and Guangxi Miao, Zhuang and Yao ethnic groups established Longsheng Autonomous County. Later, Sanjiang Dong Autonomous County in Guangxi (1952 65438+February 3), Tongdao Dong Autonomous County in Hunan (1May 7, 954), Miao and Dong Autonomous Prefecture in Qiandongnan (1July 23, 956) and xinhuang dong autonomous county in Hunan (1956 60) were established.

The daily diet customs are eclipsed by three meals in most areas, and four meals in some places, that is, two teas and two meals. Second tea refers to the unique camellia oleifera of Dong nationality. Camellia oleifera is a thin soup made of tea, flowers, fried peanuts (or crisp soybeans), glutinous rice, meat or pig water, salt and chopped green onion. (There are spinach and Artemisia in some places), which can quench thirst and satisfy hunger, so it is often called "eating camellia oleifera". Among the four meals, the middle two meals are the main meals, with rice as the staple food. Generally, Dong people in Pingba area eat fish and rice, while Dong people in mountainous areas eat glutinous rice. Glutinous rice is sticky and is often used to make zongzi, Ciba and glutinous rice balls. Not only anti-hunger, but also easy to carry and not easy to turn sour, which is deeply loved by Dong people. There are 7 or 8 kinds of glutinous rice in Dong areas, including red glutinous rice, black glutinous rice, white glutinous rice, long-bearded glutinous rice, bald glutinous rice, dried glutinous rice and fragrant glutinous rice. Among them, Xiangnuo is known as the king of glutinous rice and has the reputation of "one steamed rice smells like the whole village". Dong people are rich in daily vegetables, except fresh pumpkin, bitter gourd and leek, most of which are pickled into sauerkraut. Such as: sour cucumber, sour carrot, sour sword bean, sour bracken, etc. The daily dishes of Dong people are mainly sour. There are not only sour soup, but also all kinds of sauerkraut, sour meat, sour fish, sour chicken and sour duck made from sour soup. According to legend, pickled cabbage began in the Song Dynasty, and there is a record in history that "southerners regard old fish as cowards, and they are not bad for ten years". There are two kinds of sauerkraut: cylinder system and cylinder system. Tanning refers to putting rice washing water into a jar, heating it with fire, fermenting it to make sour soup, and then cooking fish, shrimp and vegetables with sour soup as the most common daily dishes. The shrimp paste that people often eat is also made of cans. When making shrimp paste, raw shrimp and Chili noodles are mixed and mashed, then porridge, bean powder, beef Jiang Mo, cinnamon and salt are added, stirred evenly, put into a jar, and fermented to serve. Fried with oil when eating, it tastes fresh, sour, crisp and spicy, which can best play an appetizing role. Braised fish, braised pork chops, steaks and braised chickens and ducks are mainly made in test tubes. There are two kinds of wooden barrels: wooden barrels and bamboo barrels. The longer pickled fish is preserved, the more mellow it tastes. It is best to cook pickled fish in winter. At this time, grass carp is in a semi-dormant state after cold in winter, no longer eating, less abdominal feces, thick muscles and tight meat, which is most suitable for pickling sour fish. Fish and shrimp are often eaten fresh except for many sour foods. Especially when the pond is released every year, there are more fish and shrimp, and grass carp is often used to make fish soup (Dongyu Gengba). When making fish soup, remove the internal organs of the fish, fry with tea oil, then add a proper amount of water to boil, add glutinous rice flour, add salt when cooking porridge, and serve. When giving a banquet, freshly fried carp and crucian carp are the most expensive. Dong people also have the habit of raising fish in rice fields. After planting seedlings every year, the fry are put into the rice fields. In the autumn harvest season, the rice is golden and the fry grow into big fish. At that time, they will harvest rice and catch it at the same time. And immediately lit a bonfire at the edge of the field, washed the caught fish off the scales, put them on branches or bamboo sticks, roasted them on charcoal fire until they were yellow, tore off the fillets by hand and dipped them in salt and pepper, which was not only delicious, but also very interesting. Dong adult men generally like to drink, and most of them drink their own brewed rice wine, which is not high in degree, light and mellow.

Festivals, Etiquette and Eating Habits The dates of Dong traditional festivals vary from place to place, and the festival diet is often associated with banquets. Especially birthdays, birthdays, weddings and funerals, banquets of different sizes will be held. In the Dong nationality in Sanjiang area of Guangxi, there is a custom of celebrating the birth of the first baby girl after marriage with "Three Dynasties Wine". "Three Dynasties" refers to three days, that is, within ten days after the birth of a child, choosing two odd-numbered days, such as May, July and September (in some places).

There is a happy song in my heart. 600 to 800 words composition topic: There is a happy song in my heart. Requirements: ① No less than 600 words; ② The scrolls are neat and the handwriting is neat.

Brief analysis: The composition topic continues the theme orientation of the composition for senior high school entrance examination in recent years-reflecting the healthy and active life and colorful growth mentality of contemporary teenagers, and continues the "poetic" style in recent years, which is quite open and has a broad writing space.

The "song" in the title "Heart" is rich in connotation, which can refer to songs in reality, and can also be used as a metaphor for some emotions (precious friendship and warm family ties) and interests, and can involve nature, art, individuals, society and so on. , and can be described, lyrical and discussed.

At the same time, words such as "support" and "joy" have played a restrictive role.

"Knowing" emphasizes quantity as one, "Happiness" sets the emotional tone and requires it to be a positive and pleasant "song".

Judging from the difficulty of the examination, as long as you look at the questions carefully and buckle the key words, you won't miss the questions.

In addition, it is necessary to read the author's mind: I hope that candidates will pay attention to the beauty that exists in their own hearts or around them but is easily overlooked.

Therefore, in order to excel in writing content, candidates are required to see the details of life, hear the waves in their hearts, observe and think about themselves, people and things around them, and society.

Whether we use the original meaning, figurative meaning or the combination of reality and fiction of "Song", we should show our thoughts and language as an independent person in the text.

If you want to "open 10 thousand locks with one key" by preparing some "universal materials", I'm afraid you'll suffer.

Reference example: Fan Wen enjoyed the song "When I was a child, my mother told me that the sea was my hometown ...", which still haunts my ears, making me think a lot and reminiscing about the happiness of my childhood ... The blue sea, golden beaches and white clouds floating in the air ... This picture appeared in my dream more than once.

So, I begged my father to take me to the seaside very early.

However, it has never been realized. However, at the beginning of the sixth grade summer vacation, he offered to take me to the seaside. I really jumped three feet as the saying goes! When I arrived at the seaside, I found that this was not the Na Pianhai in my dream: the water there was yellow.

Dad told me this is the Yellow Sea.

Oh, it turns out that the sea is yellow, so it is called the Yellow Sea.

My sister and I walked barefoot on the beach. The weather is so warm.

Oh, it hurts. Something stung my foot. It turned out to be a shell. This shell is really beautiful: round, with some spots lining the summer color, which is really icing on the cake! We quickly picked up shells, picked up two bags, one for each person, and laughter spilled on the beach like shells.

The waves are rough and hit huge waves from time to time. My father and I rolled up our trouser legs and stood in the waves, enjoying this natural "* * *", and two pairs of "smelly" feet whispered quietly with the waves.

After a while, dad seemed to have a good time and went to the seaside to pick up small oysters.

Sharp-eyed sister saw it at once, called me loudly, turned around and looked, hey, mom and aunt didn't know when to come and help dad.

Of course, we did not show weakness and ran to them step by step, but we must be very careful when running. An unknown wooden pipe like a bamboo tip poked out of the mud, and my feet hurt if I was not careful.

Dad said, I'll go home and send some shells to my other sister, Oyster, and it will be mine. Ha, that's great.

It's almost noon. Grandpa Sun seems to be getting younger. He used all his strength to "spray" heat and "bake" people into "qianzi".

At this time, everyone's stomach began to "strike" because of "lack of resources", and parents' nagging and urging sounded from time to time, and their ears were almost soaked, so they had to look at the sea again.

The sea is vast-"Born by the sea, grew up in the sea-"Fan Wen appreciates the faint moonlight shining into the small room, gently touches your face and looks down at you with relief.

In the shadow of the moon, your figure is always busy.

I work very hard every day.

Get up early, when the sun rises and the moon is not bright, you get up from the warm bed and endure the biting cold and the cold wind in winter.

In the frozen world, the water in winter can freeze! It is a miracle that you warmed the ice with your hands full of temperature.

And every time I open my eyes, the first sound I hear is your cheerful laughter downstairs, which echoes for a long time and is full of laughter.

I don't remember at the time.

There is always an inertia, unwilling to get up, unwilling to get up, and too lazy to get up.

It's good to fall asleep like this and listen to your laughter.

I didn't get up until you called several times, and then I had to do every movement for a few minutes, combing my hair, dressing and washing my face.

And you always take the trouble to call me: "hurry up, hurry up!" " "Then I will have a kind of motivation, hurry up, hurry up, your voice has a magic.

One day, I had such a strange dream: "There is only one lonely me left in the world, and the people next to me passed me by." Nobody asked me. I want to talk to them, but they ignore me. "

When I saw you, I was filled with hope. I think your face is so kind.

"After I woke up, I kept playing this picture in my mind, which awakened my sleeping brain.

Some ideas are always beautiful, but they are always difficult to do.

Yes, I once warned myself: "Be good, how hard my parents work!" " ! Do something for them.

"However, good things can't last forever, and I don't think I can stick to it. Perhaps it is the truest laziness in my heart.

When I grow up, you won't hit me or scold me. You've been educating me. What comes out of your mouth really feels so kind. I will get carried away and immerse myself in your singing. You always teach me, and I always listen. Over time, I have become accustomed to this sound. It seems that I can't hear your scolding, and I feel very uncomfortable.

It pains me to see you frowning. I will blame myself for what I did wrong, and then I will try my best to giggle and please you.

Maybe I really grew up, I began to understand you, I began to care about your hard work, and I began to look for it. ...

In July, the sun was like fire, all the leaves on the tall trees were gone, and the dog stretched out its tongue to gasp.

There was a cry of cicada from the towering tree in front of my house, as if it were a concert. How I wish I could catch some and show them off to my sister! After some preparation, this afternoon, I carried the cicada cage I just made, found tools made of plastic nets and bamboo poles, and ran to Yang Shulin.

The cicada is chirping "cicada, cicada ..." Completely unaware of the disaster behind me, I happily ran over and tied it with a net, only to find that the cicada flew out of a crack in the tree and stopped on another tree.

"cicada, cicada ..." she cried again, as if laughing at me.

I thought about it and carefully summed up my experience. Unconsciously, two or three hours have passed, and I have caught a few.

From this, I understand a truth: when catching cicadas, we should hold our breath, wait and see, move forward slowly and attack decisively. Only in this way can we succeed.

Ah! Catch cicadas for the first time and gain a lot!

Who knows the lyrics of Dong people's big song (cicada song), written in Dong language and Chinese, online, etc. ~ ... Song of Spring Cicada 1.

2. In March, the profile of the pavilion was deep, and the exposed board was hung.

Just listen to Lang Lang, Lang Li Lang Lang Li Lang, Lang Li Lang Lang Lang Lang.

3. Lun Lang Bird is angry with Lotus. Why are you angry? What goes around comes around like Galen Lang. Strength means that you don't depend on it, and you don't depend on it. You've worked for a long time, and you've worked for a long time.

Song of Xia Chan 65438. It's boring to worship this empty space. Listen to Melanie do wow, just listen, read, read, read.

2. The forehead is the forehead, and the bird is crying, reading and thinking.

3. Hey, Sen, you should beat the old lady and be a Shenmu. Alas, for a long time, wow, Yao Le played Yao Le for a long time, for a long time, for a long time.

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The composition describing cicada singing is 200 words. In summer, our home is called Futian.

At this time, cicadas are at their peak.

As long as it is sunny in this season, the countryside is almost a world of cicadas.

The wind is blowing cicadas, the sun is baking cicadas, and the air is filled with the smell of cicadas ... cicadas are not monotonous, just like the songs of birds.

The most prominent one is cicada, which likes to lie on tall trees, or willow, poplar or paulownia trees.

The ancients painted cicadas mostly because they had the meaning of "singing cicadas with high willows" and also had a certain basis for life.

Its cry is loud and sonorous, and the sound of "e-e-e-" can be heard far away.

This kind of cicada has a big shell, high sensitivity and is not easy to be caught.

When I was in primary school, a fifth-grade Datong student could best grasp this embarrassment.

He put it in a matchbox, and when he knocked on it, he gave a series of loud cries.

Although it doesn't sound good in the tree, it still makes me envious and makes me give up a new exercise book.

I finally got it from him, but I didn't want to go home, but my old cat stared at me.

I took a beautiful matchbox when I was not paying attention, which made me sad for several days.

Cicada, which is slightly smaller than the body, makes a cry of "cicada, cicada".

This kind of cicada is not very tall and blunt, and it is easy to be caught.

I have read about this kind of cicada in many articles, most of which are aimed at boasting. People in China always don't like people to brag.

So when writing the article, you can't help asking it: "You keep saying that you know (know know), how much do you know?" There is a dwarf jujube tree behind my old house. I like to climb this tree.

So when I went to school for the summer vacation, I spent most of my time at home on this jujube tree.

Enjoy the cool.

Catch cicadas.

Pick green dates to eat.

A cicada that hisses at the end of a song. This kind of cicada is the most interesting. Listening to it sing is like listening to a rhythmic voice poem.

Sound is rhythmic, and sound is different from sound.

But I can't describe its sound with pictophonetic words in the dictionary.

I'm afraid only musical instruments can imitate its sound, which may be the reason why many people don't want to describe the cicada, because it is the most difficult to describe it accurately in language.

There is also a cicada that only sings before dusk. We call it late cicada.

This kind of cicada has the best singing and a strong sense of music.

Send a string of "going round and round ..." Wan Ru is a delicate and elegant flowing water, just like a wonderful piano sound.

Voice from low to high, from weak to strong.

If the reverberation lingers.

At that time, the green hills set each other off in the sunset, and the streams sang dusk.

The breeze gently brushed people's faces, and the shepherd boy went home frolicking.

This night's cicada singing is like a string of beautiful mobile phones. Who will you meet at dusk? In summer, cicadas seem to be in sync with the heat.

I don't know if you have noticed that in hot weather, cicadas will bark too much as long as the sun is too strong that day.

Strange to say, they seem to like this heat best. If cicadas suddenly disappear in such hot weather, you will feel even more sultry.

Only when cicadas are singing, no matter how hot the weather is, you will only feel hot, not bored. This may be why cicadas sing more happily when the climate is drier-this will keep people away from depression.

It's hot enough in itself, and if it's stuffy again, people will definitely be unbearable.

So whenever such a climate comes, nature will arrange for you to get rid of depression-cicada singing.

Cicada, the music of the earth.

Whenever they ring in a tall, tall, shady tree, it's like a tree singing in the sun, just like the sun and the wind singing.

Although it was hot in midsummer, the music continued.

Composition "Singing loudly" 600-word narrative 20 13 Jiaxing senior high school entrance examination composition title: Singing loudly: our past, our present, our infinite distant future.

In the grass-green era of calling friends, we had a long talk.

We are raining, we are full of energy, we are full of energy.

Passionate Long song pierced the sky, and the melody of youth filled my ears, blowing and flying heartily.

Youth is a song. On the journey of chasing dreams, listen and sing loudly.

The ignorant and naive years have quietly disappeared, silently leading the surging youth years.

In the prime of life, we are looking forward to the ideal seeds in our hearts growing sturdily and forming towering trees.

I look forward to becoming an eagle, fighting bravely in the sky with the ambition of Lingyun and the wind of kings.

Yes, we are in the prime of life, with dreams, pursuits and a fiery heart.

We are singing the high-spirited song of youth, and the inspiring, loud and powerful songs are like overwhelming waves. Listen-"I want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and the world is waiting for me to change." I am never afraid that others will see my dream, and I can realize it here.

On the day we entered youth, we secretly gathered, rotated, cut and overlapped our little dreams to form bright glass balls, reflecting our vision and yearning for the future, composing a youthful fantasy in bud and singing.

"Laugh loudly, let you and me shoulder to shoulder, put aside your troubles and stride forward bravely where there is no infinite joy, and I will stand in the center of the stage.

"We began to struggle for our dreams, with sweat as evidence and faith as the pillar at all times.

But sometimes, we will be trampled to pieces by setbacks, dragged into the abyss by disappointment, and fall into the darkness as thick as ink.

However, we are still working hard in a little despair, composing a symphony of youth that is brave, positive and never gives up. We don't admit defeat, we don't accept fate, we will triumph.

"I believe me, I believe that tomorrow, I believe that youth has no horizon.

"On the journey of pursuing dreams in youth, we have no regrets. We have cried, laughed, tired and troubled.

That's enough.

Everything is in our own hands, and this is a vibrant youth rock music that we wrote.

"I believe in freedom, I believe in hope, and I believe that reaching out can touch the sky.

With you by my side, life is fresher and every moment is wonderful. With this famous "I believe", we sang the song of youth without fear. This is a movement of tears and sweat, a movement of music and bitterness, and a song of life written by us with youth.

We are full of confidence and we are optimistic.

Just listening to the loud singing, I only feel that youth is long live. Fan Wen Er: Half a year has passed, and I am always silently reviewing the songs we sang.

We first met on a quiet summer day two years ago.

Cinnamomum camphora is a little beautiful in the afternoon light and shadow. Dense leaves burn under the flame, fluttering like the bells of everything. It is the hearty in your youth; Fine leaves carefully cut off the falling sunshine, mottled images and the bells of quiet years. It is the gentle happiness in my youth.

"Come and sing.

"The wind, ear bursts of sadness.

The crisp rhythm of camphor leaves, the lazy and tired chirping of cicadas, the heartbreaking rustling of fallen leaves, people whispering … those who are happy and unhappy are our wonderful harmony.

"If pride is not deeply drained by the reality of the sea, how do we know that we have to work hard to go far ..." We laughed and sang hysterically because we believed that we could go to our original dreams together.

I remember that time, we had a fierce argument. It seems that every word is as mean as an enemy we have never touched, and our faces are like masks buried with severe pain.

You came to me holding your breath, and your face suddenly turned red, as if you had forgotten the lines designed in the toilet before. I smiled sloped.

Everyone forgot who said the sharp words that day.

"Come and sing.

"We sang the song" The First Dream "when we met for the first time, and we laughed and sang loudly, but our eyes still couldn't help but drift across the lights on the swaying corridor.

The deep evening kissed our faces gently, and it whispered in our ears with a smile, "Beautiful eyes.

"We met the day before yesterday, and we sang a lot of songs together, singing the songs we used to sing at the top of our lungs.

Remember, at that time, we collided with each other, but we kept going with the wrecked ship; At that time, we were jealous of each other, but we learned to be ashamed because of each other's kindness.

I just watched it the other day, and I still remember the song we sang.

The song is loud and clear, and our friendship shines with it.

Write a composition with cicada. Summer is coming. In that hot summer, you sang the hymn of summer just to prove your existence.

Autumn has come, red maple leaves are covered with mountain roads, and a red carpet says goodbye to you from a distance, so you leave this beautiful place-paradise on earth.

How many years of waiting only brought this summer.

Your song is the most beautiful in the world. It has taught the world a lot of knowledge-to wait for a dream, no matter how long it takes, and show your elegance when it comes.

I love you, summer singer, autumn silent cicada!

One noon in summer, I was taking a nap. My home was quiet, but it was noisy outside the window. Do you believe me? "Only ... only ...", "Cicada ..." and "West ..." Who's calling, please? It turned out to be another "singer"-cicada.

I was curious and interested in cicadas, so I looked up information about cicadas on the Internet.

Cicada's life can be divided into three stages: egg, larva and adult.

Adults' homes are all in trees.

Oh, the cicada house that used to sing is on the poplar tree dozens of meters high behind our yard! Singing cicadas are all male cicadas, because male cicadas have a generator, which can amplify the sound, and so do female cicadas, but they don't make any sound.

When laying eggs, the female cicada will stick a tail needle on the branch and lay the eggs in it. These eggs will automatically hatch into small larvae, which will automatically drill into the ground and eat the sap of the tree. Larvae stay underground for at least 2-3 years, and the longest can reach 17 years. After molting for 4 times, they emerge into adults.

Cicada larvae are so weak that even small ants can kill them.

However, the larvae stayed underground for so many years just to sing songs in the trees for a month. After more than a month, the cicada died, so its life span is very short.

Cicada, you bought a month's singing with your life, and we should cherish every minute like you.

It's always raining lightly in Yu Ting New Town recently, sweeping away the summer heat. Has arrived in beginning of autumn, also be regarded as autumn rain. Raindrops and breezes bring a little coolness, and a thin chill attacks people.

On my balcony, listening to the rustling rain, you have to be loaded to hear the rain. Although the ancients liked to rain on plantains, I still prefer Yuefang leaves with proper size, which sounds more pleasant and cadence.

There are more than a dozen banyan trees in the square, and the height of the treetops is just enough to reach the window. The breeze blew and the treetops swayed gently. Not only the tree but also the whole heart was washed away.

If you listen to the rain by the small pond in the Music Square, it must be beautiful.

A burst of rain flowers suddenly reminded me of the lotus leaf in my hometown pond when I was a child. Occasionally, one or two lotus flowers were scattered, which was very thin and touching.

Raindrops on the lotus leaves bring not only beautiful sounds, but also poetic pictures. On the green lotus leaf, raindrops either slide down or turn into the heart of the leaves and roll. Tingting's leaves are swaying in the wind, drizzling, red lotus, green lotus and ripples. This kind of visual enjoyment needs to happen to pass by, and it is too melodramatic to deliberately rush.

I haven't heard the rain by the pond for a long time, just like the past years.

I don't know when it started, but the articles written by literati listening to the rain are always sad. Lu Fangweng's "Wake up at midnight and listen to the drizzling rain" is quite "Give them to the boy for good wine, and we will drown the disaster of ten thousand generations!" ; Daiyu's autumn window is rainy, "the night is full of tenderness, and the light is accompanied by tears." "I don't know when the autumn rain will stop, but I teach tears to sprinkle the window screen wet." Autumn rain is always accompanied by people's sadness. Daoxiang in good years is rarely talked about. It is really sad and pitiful.

I listened to the rain tonight, but I didn't feel any sadness. What fascinates me is the sound of rain, which is far and near, slow and urgent, and the small light opposite the screen window. It is a happy and warm family in the new town.

The cool rain brought calm to the hot summer night.

Crack, raindrops beat on the screen window and made a rhythmic sound.

It should be a beautiful picture outside: the roses and roses in the garden are covered with water drops, like pearls, and the flowers are more delicate and charming, showing a sweet smile in their sleep.

Rain beads hit the green leaves, but this thin piece of green could not bear the "heavy" pressure, so the rain beads slipped down like a slide and fell into the embrace of the earth.

The rain on the concrete floor merged into streams, and only the raindrops falling into small puddles fell in a very beautiful posture like divers, splashing water droplets.

The rain stained the shallow cage roses.

The rain is getting louder and louder and more urgent. Maybe the wine-spotted bamboo will raise a glass to invite rain? You can sing to yourself, "I can't sleep at night, and I make tea again because of thirst for wine and heavy smoke"; Maybe Apple is playing the piano and it is raining at this time? It's like a picture in which pearls, large and small, are poured into a plate of jade.

Maybe at this time, the headquarters is singing loudly? Although I haven't drunk, I still want to drink tea. I made a cup of osmanthus lotus leaf tea. Ah, the room is full of fragrance, and the room is full of fragrance.

So I simply turned off the light, lit a floating wax, set the teacup, and with the fragrance of tea and faint candlelight, accompanied by the rain outside the window, imagined the beautiful scenery of "Besides, after a night in Shan Yu, a hundred spring flowers were copied by trees". With this rain, this night, this tea thought naturally flies far away and has a deep memory. Hehe, this night is enough.

The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the rain beads huddled and scattered all over the floor. The constant voice is still the kind of intermittent voice. Listen carefully and it is ethereal and distant.

Rain is a poet, writing poems without words with his heart, a philosopher, a musician, an artist who can write the most beautiful melody and make the world a better place through his hands.

Please indicate the source? What does the Dong people mean by the content of Song of Xia Chan?