Poetry dripping in the morning

Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

From Jie Jiang's Little Beauty Listening to the Rain in the Song Dynasty.

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, before the next step, until dawn.

Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

From Jie Jiang's Little Beauty Listening to the Rain in the Song Dynasty.

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, before the next step, until dawn.

In the works of poets of past dynasties, the drizzle is always inextricably linked with "melancholy", such as: "The phoenix tree is raining, dusk, dribs and drabs, how can it be a sad word this time?" "In the evening, the rain hit the pear and closed the door." However, in Jie Jiang's ci, both of them are "listening to the rain", but they have completely different feelings due to different time, region and environment. From the unique perspective of "listening to the rain", the poet introduced three pictures of "listening to the rain" in turn through the leap of time and space, which infiltrated and integrated the joys and sorrows of his life.

The first picture: "Young people listen to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is faint." Although it only shows a fragment of a time and a place, it has great artistic capacity. Colorful images such as "Song Lou", "Red Candle" and "Luo Zhang" are intertwined, conveying the happy feelings of the spring breeze. When I was a teenager, I was drunk and dreamy, spending money like water, singing and dancing lightly in the noise and sinking into my own life. The word "faint" tells the extravagant life of "bagpipes blowing off water, Yun Jian, and the song of dresses comes back". At this time, listening to the rain was on the balcony, and the sound of the rain he heard added meaning to the balcony, red candles and Luo Zhang. Although this belongs to the life of laughing and laughing, it has nothing to do with bitterness after all. The author focuses on the youth and elegance of "I don't know the taste of bitterness". The impression of this stage in the poet's mind is eternal and short-lived. Such a cheerful picture of youth contrasts with the bleak situation behind it.