Last year, people were in full bloom, but today, bloom people have not returned. Purple hates red sorrow, and the spring breeze blows in your hand.
Shen Gu (1427 ~ 1509) was an outstanding painter and calligrapher in Ming Dynasty. The word "Qinan" is called Baishi Weng, Yutian Sheng, the owner of Zhulou. Han nationality, from Changzhou (now Suzhou, Jiangsu). Born in the second year of Xuande in Ming Dynasty, he died in the fourth year of Zhengde in Ming Dynasty at the age of 83. He didn't take the imperial examination, but specialized in poetry, calligraphy and painting. He was the pioneer of the "five schools" of literati painting in the middle of Ming Dynasty, and was also called "Ming Sijia" with Wen Zhiming, Tang Yin and Chou Ying. Handed down from ancient times, his works include High Map of Lushan Mountain, Old Map of Lin Qiu and Interesting Map of Cangzhou. He is the author of Shi Tian Ji and Ke Wen.
This is a poem written by a Ming Dynasty poet. Purple hates red sorrow, which is not the feeling of flowers in nature. Flowers don't know how to leave sorrow. But the poet moved people's emotions to flowers here to express women's inner worries. Women miss their relatives far away. Last year, it was the time when Bloom left his family. Flowers are blooming again this year, but relatives have not come back yet. The ladies lowered their heads and eyebrows, and their hearts were full of worries. The colors in front of us are particularly sultry and melancholy, causing women's infinite yearning for continuous cutting and chaos.
Facing the wanton blooming flowers, it deepens the loneliness and loneliness of women's hearts, and this contrast hurts women's hearts like that. The gorgeous scene of bloom in the warm spring should have brought happiness to people. Bloom, and so are people.
It is the age of youth, but the variety of colors brings people purple hate and red sorrow. Who are the thousands of thoughts in this? The delicate jade hand who wants to fold flowers wants to have a good rest, but as a result, he doesn't understand the spring breeze in people's hearts. When he blows red into his hand, the picture stops at that moment. What is left is a deep aftertaste and emotion.