What season was it, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken?

"But now I remember that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded" is spring, as can be seen from the title of this poem "Xiao Chun".

Original poem:

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Translation:

In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?

Source: The Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Poetry appreciation

There are many people who write about Chunxiao in ancient poems, such as Meng Haoran's poem, which is beautiful and unique. The key is that the poet grasped the feeling when he just woke up in the morning, and provided the readers with mainly auditory images, the crowing of birds in spring, and the rain and wind in the night in his memory, just like the phrase "the lotus wind is fragrant and moving, and the bamboo leaves are dripping with dew", which can be said to be the right feeling.

The birds and flowers in spring, the breeze and drizzle are the music of nature, the comfort that nature gives people, and constitute a special aesthetic realm. It is said that someone tried to treat neurasthenia and other diseases brought by civilization with a pillow with rain or a recording of bird songs. In fact, it is to let patients return to nature in the sound of birds and wind and rain, put down their mental burden and get psychological relief. Therefore, a poem like "Spring Dawn" has eternal charm.

But does this poem show indifference to social life? I'm afraid it's not inevitable. This poem at least contains the meaning of loving flowers. "Know how much" does not mean "no matter how much it falls", but "I don't know how much it falls". This feeling of cherishing flowers is very weak, submerged in the beauty of spring, and not sentimental.