A short ancient poem about fear.

The short ancient poems related to fright are as follows:

1, "Spring in the Miscellaneous Place" One night, spring thunder was shocked and snakes and insects fell from the hedge. For no reason, earthworms compete for the first place, and when they touch berries, they are angry like rainbows.

Appreciation: One night in spring, the Lei Zhen rang and all the caves where animals were dormant were empty. Snakes and insects began to appear near the fence of people living in the mountains. Earthworms also began to compete, drilling through the moss ground one by one, looking like a rainbow. The poet praised the vitality and exuberant spirit of the earthworm by describing its momentum after being awakened by the spring thunder. ?

2, "Spring Miscellany" is cold and thin, and the clouds have evening smoke. Rain wakes you up and wind makes you blossom. Incense seals will never disappear, and sorrow will force the wine boat. Borrow the rest of the scenery for you and pack up new articles.

Appreciation: "daily use" refers to the summer solstice or summer sunlight, which means sunlight here. "Incense seal" refers to the seal-shaped coil incense, which can be ignited to measure time. ? There is still a faint chill in spring, and dark clouds take away the smoke in the evening. The spring rain urged the shocking solar terms, and the spring breeze broke out, forcing the flowers to open. The days feel a little long, and spring worries make wine boats appear. Use this setting sun to write new poems for you.

This poem uses personification to make time and scenery emotional and vivid. The arrival of solar terms seems to be urged by spring rain, flowers seem to be forced by spring breeze, and the appearance of wine boats seems to be summoned by spring sorrow, so that you can drown your sorrows by drinking wine, and dusk is actually a day.

3. The poem "Returning to the Wild Goose Peak in the Middle of the Huai River" sounds like a waterfall in the middle of the night, and it reminds me of sitting in the West House. After a drum of light thunder pierced, the light rain fell in the sky of plums. I don't smile after thinking about the river, but I am disappointed when I return from Fujian. Who knows what this means? A new green window is waiting for the cuckoo.

Appreciation: the sound of pines falls like a waterfall in the middle of the night, remembering that I couldn't sleep at the beginning and sat together in Xizhai. During the thunderous solar terms, it was raining in Mao Mao, as if it had been screened by a sieve, accompanied by plum blossoms falling. Smile when you send a friend across the river, and lose when you send a friend back. Close the book in my hand, now who can know my mind? Looking through the window, it is a green spring outside, waiting for the cuckoo to crow.