People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
Where are you, beautiful sweetheart? I only see the river still flowing eastward.
[Publishing] Yan Shu's Qing Ping Le
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1, Yan Shu of Qingping Music
Small print means business is average. Hongyan is full of fish and water, and this situation is hard to send.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
2. Precautions:
Red letterhead: silk paper printed with red lines. More refers to love letters.
Hongyan: Goose.
According to Hanshu (Su Shichuan), the Han Dynasty sent envoys to ask the Huns to release Su Wu. Xiongnu Khan deceived Ambassador China, saying that Su Wu was dead. The Chinese ambassador dealt with a man as he deals with you, and lied to Khan that Emperor Wu shot down a swan flying from the north when hunting, with silk on his feet, which was written by Su Wu. Khan had to let Su Wu go. Ruler element is silk used for writing in ancient times, usually one foot long. There is a saying in Gulefu's "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave": "Guests come from afar and leave me a pair of carp. Hu Er cooks carp with books in it. " Therefore, the ancients said that "the goose's foot is over the book" and "the fish's foot is over the book".
Curtain hook: a copper hook for hanging curtains. This generation refers to windows.
Face: Use the allusion of "face peach blossom". Take Tang and Meng's Poems of Talented Love as an example. The poet Cui Hu is in Qingming, and Cui has gone elsewhere, and there is no one at the door. Cui Hu wrote a poem in the left door. Cui Hu's titled South Village: "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still laugh at the east wind."
3. Translation 1:
The red letter raft was covered with dense fine print.
Tell the story of lovesickness for a lifetime.
Hongyan flies high in the clouds.
Fish float in the water.
Very depressing.
I am so affectionate that it is difficult to deliver.
Xie Yang Zhongduyi West Building
The distant mountain is facing my hanging curtain hook.
Beauty, I don't know where she is now.
Green waves still flow eastward day and night.
Translation 2:
The reddish letterhead is full of fine print, expressing the love of my life. But the goose carrying the letter is in the clouds and the fish is in the water, so it is difficult to send the letter. As the sun sets, I lean on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain peaks cover my sight. I don't know where my sweetheart went, but I saw the river still flowing eastward.
Translation 3:
The red letterhead is full of fine print, which expresses my life's thoughts incisively and vividly. The swan goose is in the sky and the fish is in the water. It's really sad It's hard for me to send you this miss.
At sunset, I climbed up the west wing alone, with the distant mountain facing the window behind me. Beautiful sweetheart, where are you? I only see the river still flowing eastward.
Translation 4:
The fine print written on the red letterhead is dense, expressing the love of my life. The geese fly high in the sky, the fish swim at the bottom of the water, and the geese are heavy. It's really sad-who delivered my tender and sweet love letter in this book?
At sunset, I climbed up the west wing alone and leaned against the railing to look out. The mountain in the distance just faces the curtain hook, blocking my sight and only increasing my worries. I don't know where the man went, but the green waves in front of the building are still flowing eastward.
4, Yan Shu saw helplessness in his life, and he seemed to know Yan Gui. The moss on the pool is three or four o'clock, the leaves are yellow, and the days are long and the flocs are light.
This is a masterpiece. The text contains feelings in the scenery, and deep worries are written in the faint scenery, saying that the green hills are long and the green waters are flowing, but the loved ones are nowhere to be found; Although there are geese in the sky and fish in the water, they can't deliver letters for themselves, so they are disappointed.
The first paragraph of lyrics is lyrical. The phrase "small print is red, fair business" seems dull, but it contains countless events and infinite feelings. Red stationery is a delicate little red paper, which can be used to write poems and letters. The protagonist between the lines used this paper to write down the dense fine print, saying that he loved each other all his life. Obviously, the other party is not an ordinary friend, but a close friend who loves each other.
Three or four sentences express the anguish that cannot be conveyed after the letter is written. The ancients said that "the goose's foot is over the book" and "the fish's foot is over the book". The former is found in Hanshu? Biography of Su Wu is found in the ancient poem Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave (guests come from afar), which is a common allusion in poetry. With the idea that "geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water", the author shows that they can't be driven away to send books and Jane, so it's hard to send this feeling with sadness. Compared with the words "rainbow is hard to break", it has added a lot of wind.
The transition from lyricism to scenery writing. "Sunset" means time, place and people's activities. The red sun is in the west, slanting on the lonely figure overlooking the building. The scene is already very sad, and the distant peaks cover the sad people's sight, block the news of the people, and become more melancholy. The sentence "the distant mountain is just facing the curtain hook" symbolizes the opposition and separation of two feelings. Leaning against the building and overlooking, originally to express one's worries, now there is more sadness. From the perspective of lyricism, there is another turning point.
At the end of the two sentences, Cui Hu's poem "South Village of Capital" is used: "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still laugh at the east wind", which gives people an inexhaustible feeling. Green water, or a flower-like face, is still in my eyes today. I don't know where my face is, but I am homesick and wandering eastward along the water.
The sea of people is vast, the mountains are high and the waters are wide, and I don't know where my sweetheart is. Acacia love, drift with the tide, leisurely east. The whole poem writes deep feelings with light scenery, and is implicit in deep understanding, creating an artistic conception full of sadness and hatred, euphemistically and delicately expressing the continuous feelings of distant lovers.
With the images of sunset, distant mountains, human faces, green water, red notes and curtain hooks, this word creates an artistic conception full of sadness and hatred, and expresses the emotional waves contained in the poet's heart delicately and touching. The whole poem is light and affectionate, elegant and calm, which fully embodies the poet's unique artistic style.
6. This poem is about the love of lovers who travel far away, and it is one of the most famous works in Yan Shu's ci. The first film of Ci focused on lyricism. The first two sentences are to write a book and send it to a far place. "Red stationery" is a delicate little red stationery. In three or four sentences, turn the pen and tell the main idea. According to an old legend, a goose with a full stomach can deliver letters. The next paragraph is about scenery and lyric. Change the first two sentences, write leaning against the building and looking ahead, Cangshan is blocked, and there is no trace of Iraqis. On the surface, I am writing about the scenery here, but in fact I am expressing my yearning for each other. The last sentence, "I don't know where people are, but the green wave still flows eastward." Point out the significance of lovesickness. Write about the emptiness and frustration that people are far away and have passed away with the green wave. The image of "green wave" also vaguely expresses the poet's longing for love far from hatred, just like a river flowing eastward. This "green wave" image, which combines scenery and feelings, is leisurely and plain, giving people a long aftertaste. At the same time, the author's thoughts and sorrows are compared with the flowing water.
This word contains feelings in the scenery, expresses sorrow through the scenery, and hopes for people. The mountains are far away and the moon is bright, and the green water often flows, but the lover is nowhere to be found. Even the swan goose in the sky and the fish in the water can't convey this deep yearning for themselves, so they are extremely disappointed. The whole poem is implicit and meaningful, and it is one of the most famous works in Yan Shu's ci.
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? What is lacking is lyricism, which describes the deep affection of the hostess for her sweetheart and expresses the melancholy that this kind of feeling is difficult to dispel:
? "Small red print means that business is mediocre." Pale red letterhead is full of fine print, full of affection, telling endless love for lover.
? "Hongyan is in the clouds and fish is in the water. This situation is hard to send." The geese spread their wings in the clouds, the fish played happily in the water, but I was full of melancholy that could not be expressed in words.
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? Xia Kun expresses his feelings in the scenery, expressing the loneliness and deep yearning of the protagonist;
? "The setting sun leans on the West Building alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook." As the sun sets, I am leaning against the west wing alone, and the mountain peak in the distance is just opposite the half moon by the window.
? "I don't know where people are going, but the green water still flows eastward." I don't know where my beloved has gone, only to see the green river still flowing eastward.
The whole poem is meaningful and implicit, which is the style of Yan Shu's graceful words.
7. Looking at Wan Yan Shu's Qing Ping Le, the first thing that comes to mind is this sentence. Back in two of a kind, it was also "a ladle of 3,000 waters". Now, "people don't know where to go", and 3,000 weak waters are like green waves. Things have changed. Let bygones be bygones. Can we really go with the flow and forget it?
"Small red print means that business is mediocre." The relationship between men and women in the past should be much simpler than now, right? Exquisite stationery and exquisite fine print can burn the love of two people so vividly. What a delicate love this is! Small water flows forever, and parting is hard to avoid. Get together in a hurry, leave in a hurry, get together and leave two lifeless days. Every sentence in the past on the red note seems to be telling the story of the past.
Beauty has read a book, but my thoughts have shuttled through the sea of clouds and drifted away with the wind; Mail plum blossom, plum blossom fragrance is broken, waiting for a long time; Fish spread an inch, green waves don't understand the bitterness of acacia, and go east. I was left alone in the west wing, overlooking the green hills and setting sun. When the geese return, it should be a full moon in the west wing. Flowers have been adjusted, water flows by itself, and the moon is like a curtain hook, but it can't hook the clothes that leave people. After the storm, where is the "Haitang still"? Since your farewell, this feeling is hard to send, and it has long been "green and fat".
"Last year today, in front of this door, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. " I only blame peach blossom for not knowing amorous feelings, which disturbs my heart. "Last year's Lantern Festival, the lights at the flower market were as bright as day. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I didn't see it last year and cried Man Chun's shirt sleeve. " Is it because lanterns don't know how to stay sad? Or is it the Lantern Festival that deliberately tricks people? Why does light remain the same as the moon, but people don't know where their faces are? In autumn, the rain of buttonwood pounded my heart, and I couldn't sleep all night. Look at the red candle in the orchid hall, swaying. "The heart is long and the flame is short, and people cry." In desperation, I hope this parting can flow eastward quietly like a green wave, and don't wander up and down between the eyebrows.
Things are unpredictable and people's hearts are hard to stay. One night, the west wind blew off the green leaves on the tree; A person in a tall building can only dream of the boundless sky. "If you want to send a colored ruler, you will know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide." When we get together, you and I are floating in the weak water of 3 thousand; When we are apart, you and I can only leave it under the bridge. Since ancient times, there seems to be a fate. Why bother to get together or leave?
8. In our life, there are many things, and we always know how to go after we have finished; There are many people who always know how to love after they have loved. The heart grows old in sublimation, and the pace slowly stumbles in progress. There is a saying that "people don't know where to go, but the green waves still flow eastward."
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? Desire is deeper than water, and rivers are wider than feet. Outside of life, there is no boat to ferry and no soul to shuttle. I wonder how many people can see the end of desire. We explore and look around in the strange temptation ... can the tears of people of insight in the world make up for lost time?
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? I believe in true love, but I don't believe that eternal vows can support unforgettable love I believe that love can last for a long time, but I don't believe it will be far away forever. What is forever? After 50 years, what is never separation? What will never be forgotten? In a short period of 50 years, no matter what you promise, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and eventually it will all go up in smoke. Who will tell me forever after it disappears ... because I am in the world of mortals, I am used to making much ado about nothing, I am used to breaking a cocoon into a butterfly, and I am used to chasing what I want without hesitation. Just like a friend around me, I am used to escaping from this besieged city, shouting for life and death, and jumping into the next besieged city, endlessly, as if I have long been used to the cycle of love. ...
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? In fact, in my opinion, whether it is love, being loved, or being in love, in the end, once the story begins, no matter how tortuous, it is just drawing to a close. When love completes the transformation of affection, love is no longer warm. Of course, I understand that all beautiful presentations are just for disappearing and missing. If an encounter made me tremble and burn, it was only for an unforgettable difference. I'd rather not look at it.
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? There are always some sparse forests that will leave all the leaves, some dreams will be buried from now on, and some life will persist in changing color alone in the shadow, just as I promised. Reason is a natural barrier between feelings and responsibilities, which cannot be crossed or turned back. Some people choose to give up, and some people are doomed to choose to escape. I believe that spring will come and go, and flowers will bloom. Even in the colorful alleys lost by the British, I will sigh: fortunately, it is only flowers that are dying, not spring.
9. There was a poem in the Tang Dynasty: "I don't know where to go? Peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze. "Yan Shu, a poet in the Song Dynasty, used this sentence to turn it into" I don't know where people are going, but the green waves still flow eastward ". There are peach blossoms, smiles and spring breeze in Tang poetry; There are blue waves flowing eastward in the Ci of the Song Dynasty. Yan Shu had a kind of shallow sadness, lingering thoughts and hatred about the personnel departure. All the faint sadness goes with the running water, and the world is always not so perfect. No matter how lively we get together, we will eventually turn around and disperse.
I don't know if fate is deep or shallow, but people meet and know each other. Many hidden coincidences let us meet at this moment. On the vast land, only these two people meet, so their lives are linked together, which can't be said to be fate. From the moment we met, there was more joy and expectation in life, and our hearts were pounding. Many beautiful scenery and tenderness have entered life, just like the night after the clouds have dispersed. Suddenly, the golden stars twinkling and jumping all over the sky came out of nowhere, reflecting the dark night sky, like those gentle eyes in my heart. The starry sky is full of joy ... with the joy of gaining new knowledge, my heart will become very low in front of my confidant, and a green seedling will grow brilliantly in the soil of my heart, fresh and lovely. People are tightly wrapped in tender thoughts and become grateful and calm. It seems that the inch-long wicker in front of them is the tenderness that stirs up the spring breeze. Following the breeze in their ears, they sang their youth softly, counting how many flowers fell in their dreams, without fear or words, just waiting for the gift of life calmly. In the dream, there is the fragrance of Ziwei, the melodious touch of the strings and the elegance of the skirt. A feeling will rise in my heart for no reason, thanking each other for their treasure.
Because of the present encounter, the waiting in life seems to be endowed with value and significance, and it has accumulated magnificent and charming brilliance in the original colorless life. In the days to come, the seeds of hope have also been vaguely planted. With the passage of time, joy grows gradually, branches sprout in the memory of the dusk glow, and leaves are growing. Touched by the golden twilight, the peach flew away burning with its brilliance. Every time a gust of wind passes, the branches nod and understand each other.
However, the gathering of life is very short. When we were young, we didn't feel parting until we were scattered around the world like flowers. Even if our partner is still there, even if our old house and backyard are still there, our mood will never return to the innocence of childhood, with a little more sadness. Time has brought us new feelings, but it has also taken away the fearlessness of some ignorant people. I can't sit on the steps and look at the stars in the night sky on my back. I can't wander on the deserted path until sunset. I can't go home with laughter all the way. I can't, I can't. ...
After I first learned about personnel, I began another personal experience. Yesterday's messy memories were not sorted out, but someone pushed the door and went in. Your shyness and anger are intolerable. The fragrance of my first acquaintance has rippled through my hair, and the pink peach blossom has bloomed in my heart. Then, after emotional ups and downs, my heart began to accept and accommodate, such as a delicate bud gently shaking, a faint fragrance floating, a small garden at dusk.
When we can't find it for a certain period of time, we will be questioned whether we have been forgotten in the past, or whether things have changed. At some point in life, someone took away the warmth you know and left a permanent sigh and nostalgia. If life is just like the first sight, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? Even if you really want to stay, you will still follow. Go all the way, like the breeze in the mountains, don't be surprised and don't disturb, and follow silently step by step.
10, the online mood is "when the spring dream comes, it seems that there is nowhere to be found in the clouds". Bai Juyi's flowers are not flowers, but Yan Shu's "People don't know where to go, and the green waves still flow eastward" also wrote the final destination of online emotions-in the end, all emotions confused by the network will return to their original positions. On the surface, the mood remains the same, and everything remains the same. What you can't stay may be a heart that has experienced vicissitudes due to emotional washing!
The distance between soul and soul is a fate that can never be controlled. In fact, perhaps in addition to the distance in reality, the so-called distance between love and soul in the network is also an insurmountable gap. On the surface, glamorous love leaves reality. Once it is pulled into the long river of reality, what will be the ending? Can a warm smile be a meal in reality? Reality is often cruel, so even if you break away from a broken home lock, you may gain another heavy home lock.
1 1 Red print means that the business is even. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out. The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
This poem is a work of cherishing people, which contains feelings in the scenery, and writes deep worries in the light scenery, saying that the green mountains are long and the green waters flow forever, but the people I love are nowhere to be found. Although there are geese in the sky and fish in the water, they can't deliver letters for themselves, so they are disappointed.
The rising sun has been hidden, leaving only drizzle and breeze lingering, gently brushing the face and touching the heartstrings. Melancholy haunts my mind, and my thoughts are swaying in the wind and rain. "Small print red, fair business", calm down, can only send feelings to this small plain note. But, after all, what can we do? Although "the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water", this feeling is still hard to get rid of and I have to sigh.
Feelings are tired, dreams are disabled, and the thoughts in my heart gradually fade away in repeated helpless complaints. The pen in my hand is getting heavier and heavier Tired, tired, I don't want to start this meaningless bitter sigh anymore. At a loss, leaning against the west wing alone, looking forward to it, or looking forward to it. However, the distant mountain peaks blocked the line of sight and people could not be seen, so the running water was still in the eyes, and the yearning for love slowly flowed eastward with the running water, with no end.
Recite this word softly, and silently experience the author's unspeakable feelings in the quiet night.
Rain, it's still raining. The rain in March is always so quiet, gently curling, sneaking into the bottom of my heart with the wind, nourishing my lonely heart and hazy waiting heart.
Turn on the speaker, and then there comes a helpless and sad song. "This is a very lonely day, with some sad rain. This is a considerate me and a cold ending. I have worked hard for love, escaped for love, escaped from the familiar past and escaped from the strange you. I don't know your news anymore, I don't know your secrets anymore, only the familiar past, only the strange you. In those black and white dreams, there are no more blue and purple memories. At this age of meeting and breaking up, only traces of wind and rain are left. For the continuation of that pale love, for the beauty that has been gained and lost, let this dry your tears. Into the rain of acacia. " Is this Mao Mao rain floating all over the sky also tears after drying?
Listening quietly, I suddenly feel that all the words are so pale and powerless. Suddenly, I am tired of this lonely dance, the pen in my hand and the screen in front of me. I just want to go back to the distant past, back to the distant mountains and the west building in the sunset, watch the flowers bloom, listen to the ebb and flow of the tide, and return quietly in nature.
I don't want to, I don't want to leave a little sour memory in my hand, I don't want to leave tears in this deep and shallow memory.
But, but without these, without the pen in my hand, without these blue or purple memories, how can I dream quietly in that black and white life?
"People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." Peach blossoms don't understand amorous feelings, and spring breeze doesn't know how to hate. Sorrow is hard to send, and sorrow is hard to write. Better, let this yearning follow the green wave, pulse and flow eastward. ...
12, I don't know where people are, but the green wave still flows eastward.
Seeing this word, I thought of writing letters. Modern people use e-mail instead of letter after letter. Will there be a feeling of carefully tearing open the envelope, gently pulling out the stationery, stroking the handwriting, and even smelling the pen and ink? Fast food is full of our life, such as letters, food, transportation and even love.
Have you ever experienced the feeling of sitting alone under the lamp in the middle of the night waiting for someone? Didn't come in the middle of the night, knocked on the chess pieces and dropped the snuff. I don't like waiting Waiting is probably the beginning of misunderstanding and missing. If I were that son, I would confess to that woman at that time, but who knows, I may lose my beauty once I confess. If only it was the first time we met.
Once, we would write letters every day, but now I think it's a bit crazy. I see them every day. Anything else to say? Maybe it's my child's innocence and curiosity. Now it seems that it won't. Have we grown up, or have we lost our original freshness and started to enter a calm stage? I carefully put a thick stack of stationery in a box and sealed it, which may be treasured for a lifetime.
Most of the love in youth is beautiful and unreal, and even people often wonder whether it is love or temporary affection. I don't know now ... I still think everything is vague ... red rocks are in the clouds, fish are in the water, where am I?
I don't know when I can think clearly, so I'd better live well. It's not good to think.
It suddenly occurred to me that when Jin Yong's "Eternal Dragon Slayer" described the stunning Persian silk, with the poem "A long sword wins snow, a purple shirt is like a flower", Mr. Yinye fell, and he was doomed to love all his life.
Perhaps, love is an impulse, and then it will be explained in a lifetime.
Author (Source): Yan Shu