Chen Xiaoqi, a famous songwriter in our country, graduated from Chinese department of Sun Yat-sen University in 1982. He began to write songs the next year and nearly 2,000 works were published, among them, the sound of the waves is still trilogy (the sound of the waves is still still “,” deep white clouds “and” Bashan night rain “), and later there are” fireworks March “and so on. His works are elegant, ethereal and have profound cultural deposits, based on Tang poetry, he deepened it and adapted it into modern lyrics, making these Tang poems bring out new lives. A few days ago, Lao Bai tried to analyze Mr. Chen Xiaoqi’s “The Sound of the waves is still the same”, “fireworks in March” and “deep in white clouds”. My online friends gave me a lot of encouragement, and Lao Bai was deeply encouraged, now let’s continue to write the fourth article of this series. In the late Tang dynasty, Li Shangyin, who was called Xiao Li in the field of poetry, wrote a song named “sending the rain to the north at night”. The original text: When you asked about the date of return, the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. He Dang cut the candle in the west window, but when it was raining at night. Translated into modern poetry, that is: Alas, I can’t answer the date when you return home, I feel deeply disappointed. Now, hope of reunion among friends patter, guest house outside qiu chi water rise. When can we cut lights and candles under the west window to express our love, and recall the loneliness and desolation in the rain of Bashan guest house together… autumn rain is continuous, autumn night is long, lonely and desolate place, the sadness of poet’s life, the feeling of wandering and the feeling of missing are just like the rain in Bashan Mountain at night. The Autumn Water in the pool is pattering and overflowing in my heart. Writing at this point, the bitter autumn wind and rain seemed to have soaked the back of the paper, cold into the bone marrow. However, the poet changed his writing style at this moment: he Dang cut the candle in the west window, but when it was raining at night. A warm and romantic picture immediately replaced the miserable wind and rain just now. And the night rain of Bashan Mountain here is in my imagination, pulling away into a faint memory the misty and cold autumn night, as if only to foil the swaying red candle under the west window; The rain of Bashan Mountain, it seemed that it was only accompanied by the whispers in the ears at this time. The same Bashan night rain instantly became so tender and memorable. Happiness may be like this. It needs comparison and reflection. The hardship of living here today will show the joy of Reunion in the future. In what modern people often say, it is to think hard and sweet. After all, Mr. Chen Xiaoqi is the leader of the producer of Lingnan school in the mainland music circle. Under his writing, this Tang poem is composed into a modern version of song “Bashan night rain”, with slight sadness floating on the tone of Bashan night rain. When is my return date? I can’t answer you after repeated inquiries. The distance is a dream, tomorrow is a mystery, I don’t know whether to cry for me tonight. Raise your face by candlelight. The faint smile has become a historic site for thousands of years. Sadness is a pot of wine, confusion is a game of chess. I only know that there is no rain from Bashan in other places. The plank road built for many years continues in my heart, and I always think of home as a kind of eternal beauty for many years. The western window that cannot be pushed open, the autumn pool that Zhang discontent, and the endless cutting are still your tenderness. In the past, Li Shangyin wrote a love poem to his wife who was far away from the north, while Chen Xiaoqi extended it and recombined these beautiful and slightly sad words such as Bashan, night rain, autumn pool, West window and candlelight, become a song to miss home and relatives and friends. The distance is a dream, and tomorrow is a mystery. Do the wandering people who are wandering outside often feel the sadness and mixed with some happiness? I only know that there is no rain from Bashan in other places. The complaints and nagging of relatives, when they talked to each other thousands of miles away, did they become different, moved or helpless? It is still your tenderness that keeps cutting. Perhaps only the parties themselves can truly understand the flavor. Raise your face by candlelight. The faint smile has become a historic site for thousands of years. When we can have this moment of peace, what else do we want to expect? Embracing each other in the butterfly love flower, was such a gathering not happy? What is the pain of loneliness and Lovesickness in the past? I remember when I was a middle school student, I saw a movie named “Bashan night rain”, which tells the story of the poet Qiu Shi who was imprisoned for 6 years during the period when the Gang of Four was rampant, under the escort of Liu Wenying, he secretly boarded the cruise ship from Chongqing to Wuhan. Outside the ship were green mountains, green waters and beautiful scenery, while on the ship were joys, sorrows and various kinds of life. There were apricot flowers for rural girls who sold themselves to pay debts, and some old ladies who came to Chuanjiang to pay tribute to the old ladies who lost their sons, and slip on board dong qiao xi kan little girl night rain, apricot drowned himself. Qiu Shi saved apricot flowers. Finally, with everyone’s help, Qiu Shi went ashore in Yichang with his daughter and walked to the sunny mountain road. Decades have passed. Since the construction of the Three Gorges Dam, the Yangtze river full of fast-flowing rocks has become the memory of yesterday. The Picture of the river wheel flying through the waves in “Bashan night rain” appears to be more and more distant. The danger of the storm hitting the shore in the rain at that night can only be said as a story now. Bashan Mountain in ancient poetry refers to the land of Bashu. Lao Bai has never traveled to Bashu. Of course, it is difficult to truly experience the charm of Bashan Mountain’s rain at night. Then, Lao Bai will tell the feelings in the rain in other cities to make up for the feelings of Bashan night rain. In the autumn of 2004, my colleagues and I came to Lijiang Ancient city together. At that time, October was the rainy season in Lijiang, and basically it rained every day. It came and went quickly. It rained when a cloud passed by, and it cleared up immediately after the day. The rain in Lijiang is simply straight down. It rains on the flagstone road, and the flagstone is very smooth and clean. For local people, when it comes to rainy season, they don’t want to do anything leisurely. For US tourists, we can’t go anywhere even when it rains. Looking out through the wooden window, we can see the Willow with silk hanging in the hazy rain curtain, and the ancient waterwheel beside the small streams in the streets and lanes, or just walk out of the house, sit on the balcony of the inn, and watch the rain line flowing down the eaves, which is a scenery. The feeling of rain is so cool. Old bai shi: autumn rain streets net dust-free, Millennium Lijiang Naxi people. Plateau Suzhou attracts tourists, Dongba culture is naive. (See Xiaowen “autumn rain in Lijiang ancient city”) in the middle of September, 2009, I went to Dalian to study with my peers. I also met the autumn rain. Under the colorful umbrellas, the rain was misty and crowded, old Hundred Poems said: the little rain in September is as thin as cotton, washing the noisy world. Natural fun walking tour, bathing in autumn in Dalian. But in the evening, the slight drizzle had a different scenery. The prosperity of the night became more hazy and sorrowful. The light and shadow reflected through the rain line would make people more intoxicated. Let that coastal pearl add some romantic colors. Lao Bai continued his poem: The rain was hazy and the night was not stopped, and countless colored lights slept with stars. (See Xiaowen’s “North Pearl Dalian”) the most memorable thing was that at the end of September 2010, I went to Xiamen National Accounting Institute for further study, which was a modern, intelligent and Garden campus with international level, there was a lot of rain in Xiamen near the sea. When I was alone in the bed at midnight, or when I was looking through the manuscript under the light in front of the desk, the rain was drizzling outside the window, and the rain hit the plantain, very explicit silence. Listening to the ticking sound, I was intoxicated in the world of rain, recalling the stories of the past. The years were like smoke, like dreams, illusory. But in the morning, the rain stopped again. Walking out of the dormitory, I felt that the rain washed away the dirt of all things and even washed the soul. This wonderful feeling can last for several days, Lao Bai impromptu poems: Xiao Yue, the sea breeze is sparse and the rain is light, and the Water Pavilion and mountain flowers are drunk. (See Xiaowen “Xiamen National Accounting Institute”). As for missing in the rain, Lao Bai once had it when he was young. Of course, I certainly couldn’t compare with Mr. Chen Xiaoqi’s wonderful writing. I just wrote the feeling of losing love. The name of the poem is tears and rain. Every time at dusk with tears, it seems that someone calls my name in the light rain and misses you in the shadow of rain rhyme. When tears and rain are pouring down, I will find a beautiful book, rush into the rain curtain to pursue you, indulge my pity and chew a sentimental life sadly. The moment I saw me, tears rolled over your black eyelashes and dyed your bright flower dynasty. You said you didn’t know where to throw your heart. I don’t blame you. Let me watch your moving lips and listen to your bitter sufferings.

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