Tang Yu Shinan
The spring garden returns to the moon, and the bamboo hall invades the night
Scared birds walk out of the forest, and the wind and flowers come over the water.
The spring night in the south of the Yangtze River is wet and ambiguous. Everything in the moonlight is a diffuse outline, and the green slate stained with dew carries many past events. Inadvertently stepping into the bamboo forest behind the house, I happened to look at the bright moon, cool and affectionate, and the gentle corner comforted the poet's lonely sadness. It seems to be drunk. I sang a cantata with alcohol. I don't know if it disturbed the birds living in the flowers, or if the birds seemed to see through this intention and slowly flew away through the spring with a bunch of flowers, and they were wet and couldn't say a sad word.
Reading poetry, it is best not to meet each other, but to fall in love as soon as they meet; It's best not to know each other. If you know each other, you will miss each other. Just like Yu Shinan's "Spring Night", when you gently open it between your lips and teeth, a trace of melancholy and nostalgia will pass by, and it will be deeply engraved in your mind without repeated memories.
To learn more about the interpretation of good poems, please read Wu Hongyan's "The Secret Realm of Solitude-Yu Shinan's Wonderful Mo Zen Heart".