Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Translation:
There seems to be something missing. I'm trying to find it. Seeing that all the scenery is deserted, I feel even more sad. It is the most difficult to keep fit in a hot and cold climate. Although I drank a few glasses of light wine, I still couldn't resist the cold of autumn wind in the evening. When I was sad, another flock of geese flew south. That figure, that cry, is an old acquaintance.
The chrysanthemums that once bloomed in the branches have now withered. Who's interested in taking it off and putting it on their heads? Looking out the window, how can a person stay up until dark? There are yellow leaves floating on the plane tree, and the drizzle hits the plane tree leaves bit by bit, like bitter tears in my heart. This feeling and this shadow can't be summed up by a word "sadness"!
Extended data:
Slow-voiced appreciation
Li Qingzhao's Slow Whispering has been well-known for hundreds of years. As far as its content is concerned, it is simply a sad autumn poem. Only by reading in the form of fu can we achieve its purpose. This word by Li Qingzhao is creative in practice. The original tone of Slow Sound is flat and flat, and the tone is slow.
However, the word was changed to rhyme, and repeated use of reduplicated words and disyllabic words made the slow change into urgency and the sad change into sadness. This word is proud and indulgent, neither euphemistic nor vague, and cannot be included in the graceful style.
After the change of Jingkang, Li Qingzhao's country was broken, her family died, her husband died and she was injured. During this period, her works were no longer fresh and pleasant, nor shallow and low-key, but turned to melancholy and sadness, mainly expressing the memory of her late husband Zhao Mingcheng and her lonely and desolate situation. Slowly Searching is one of the typical representative works of this period.
The first sentence of this word is unusual, and seven groups of overlapping words are used in succession. Not only in lyrics, but also in lyrics. But the benefits don't stop there. These seven groups of overlapping words are also very musical. Song ci is used for singing, so the harmony of timbre is very important. Li Qingzhao is very accomplished in melody, so when these seven groups of overlapping words are read out, it feels like pearls, large and small, are poured into a plate of jade.
I only feel that my tongue and tongue are singing back and forth repeatedly, wandering in the downturn, and being sad tactfully, as if I heard a very sad person whispering. However, before she spoke, she felt that she could make the audience feel her sadness, and when she finished, the sadness still did not dissipate. An inexplicable sadness permeates my heart, permeates the air, and lingers for a long time, with endless aftertaste.
In a bad mood, coupled with the hot and cold weather, the poet can't even sleep. If you can sleep, you can escape the pain in a short time, but the more you want to sleep, the harder it is to sleep, so the poet naturally thinks of her dead husband. Get dressed and get up and have a drink to warm up.
But colds are caused by loneliness. Drinking, like drinking tea, will only make you feel particularly miserable when you are alone. Holding a glass of light wine, when the clouds were low and the wind was cold, I suddenly heard a lonely goose cry, which cut the sky again and cut the poet's unhealed wound.
A white-headed mandarin duck flies with her husband. Alas, Yaner, you are so sad and bitter. Are you widowed in old age like me? Like me, do you have to face Wan Li Mountain and Qian Shan Sunset Snow alone for the rest of your life? Under the delusion, in the misty tears, I suddenly feel that the lonely goose is the person who sent a love letter to himself before.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. The old love messenger is still there, but Qiu Niang and Xiao Lang separated after their death, and people and ghosts went their separate ways. Things are wrong, people are wrong, and tears flow first. How much unspeakable sadness this whimsy contains!
At this time, I saw those chrysanthemums, only to find that the flowers were gaunt and red all over the floor, without the elegance of "the wine in the east fence is filled with faint fragrance after dusk" Before, when her husband was alive, he sang poems and sorted out ancient books. How wonderful, but now? I am the only one left in this endless loneliness.