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Spring Dawn
Author: Meng Haoran
Poem Title: Spring Dawn (Chun Xiao)
The content of the poem:
Spring slumber unaware of dawn,
Everywhere I hear the chirping birds.
Last night came the sound of wind and rain,
How many flowers have fallen, I wonder.
Explanation of the poem's meaning:
This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran. It expresses the poet's feelings upon being awakened by the sound of birds in the spring morning and his reflections on the fallen flowers after a night of wind and rain.
"Spring slumber unaware of dawn": The poet describes a spring morning where he slept so soundly that he did not realize it was already bright; "unaware of dawn" means he did not feel the arrival of daybreak.
"Everywhere I hear the chirping birds": Upon waking, the poet hears the chirping of birds around him, with "everywhere" emphasizing the widespread and pleasant nature of their song.
"Last night came the sound of wind and rain": The poet recalls hearing the sounds of wind and rain at night, which may have affected his sleep and foreshadows changes in spring weather.
"How many flowers have fallen, I wonder": The final line expresses the poet's regret over the petals that have fallen in the wind after the storm; "I wonder how many" reflects uncertainty about the number of fallen flowers, adding to the poetic sentiment.
Through delicate depictions of a spring morning, the poem conveys the poet's love for spring and sensitivity to natural changes. The language in this poem is concise yet filled with emotion, making it one of Meng Haoran's famous works about spring.
Story Title: "The Story of Spring Dawn"
1
“Chirp chirp…”
In the early morning, I was awakened by a series of crisp bird calls.
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I turned over in bed and pulled open the thick curtains.
The sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow throughout the room.
"Spring has really come..."
I murmured to myself, filled with anticipation.
Yes, spring, my favorite season.
Whenever this season arrives, I feel an immense joy.
I think this is not just due to my love for spring, but also my love for nature.
Standing quietly by the window, I gazed at the vibrant trees outside, feeling an overwhelming sense of tranquility.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, warming my face and filling me with a gentle warmth.
The leaves swayed softly in the wind, producing a rustling sound like a beautiful song.
I believe this is the charm of spring.
It makes me appreciate the beauty of life and fills me with hope for the future.
Excitedly, I ran to my grandfather's study to share this good news with him.
"Grandpa, I heard the birds singing!"
I shouted as I burst into the study.
Grandpa looked at me with a smile and gently patted my head, saying, "Silly boy, what's so surprising about hearing birds sing?"
As he spoke, he took a slightly yellowed book from the bookshelf.
"Xiaoxiao, let Grandpa tell you a story."
He flipped to a certain page in the book and began to read softly.
It was Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn."
"In spring sleep, one does not notice dawn; everywhere one hears birds singing. Last night came the sound of wind and rain; how many flowers have fallen?"
Grandpa's voice was gentle and slow, his murky yet bright eyes filled with affection.
He told me that this poem describes a spring morning when the poet wakes up to cheerful bird calls from outside, feeling immensely joyful.
The gentle spring rain brings endless vitality and hope to life, refreshing one's spirit.
I seemed to see the poet standing by the window, gazing at the scenery outside, a joyful smile on his face.
"Xiaoxiao, Grandpa hopes you can feel the beauty of spring like the poet and have a love for nature," he said gently, patting my shoulder with sincerity.
I nodded, remembering Grandpa's words carefully. The birds' songs were like the gentle spring rain, bringing me endless warmth and joy. I was deeply captivated by Grandpa's recitation of "Spring Dawn," and the scenes in that poem made me yearn for them.
Excitedly, I ran into Grandpa's study and said loudly, "Grandpa, let's go outside and feel the breath of spring!"
Grandpa smiled and nodded, then walked out with me. We strolled along a small path lined with colorful flowers, and the air was filled with a faint floral fragrance.
Listening to the birds chirping, I felt the vibrant energy of spring and couldn't help but say to Grandpa, "Grandpa, spring is truly wonderful!"
Grandpa smiled but said nothing, quietly enjoying the moment of experiencing nature's beauty with me. The warm sunlight shone down on us, and I felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and contentment.
Being with Grandpa and feeling the charm of nature made me feel very lucky. I thought I would always cherish this beautiful time and keep it forever in my memory.
We continued walking along the path, enjoying the fragrance of flowers and the songs of birds. After a while, a gust of wind blew by, causing countless petals to fall like a rain of flowers.
Both Grandpa and I reached out our hands to catch a few petals. Looking at the petals in my hand, I couldn't help but recall the lines from Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi: "How many flowers have fallen?"
I sighed and said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, I really want to know how long this beautiful time can last."
Grandpa listened to my words, smiled and nodded without speaking, but his eyes were filled with understanding and encouragement for me.
Joy was evident on our faces as we appreciated the beautiful scenery together. We continued walking along the path, enjoying the wonderful moments of spring.
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