1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. _ _ _ _ Five Farewell Poems by Yuan Zhen (4)
2. If you look back at the flowers lazily, you are half qualified. _ _ _ _ Five Farewell Poems by Yuan Zhen (4)
You bury the mud under the spring to nail the bone, and I send the snow all over the world. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Micro Dream
4. When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
Being drunk, Mo Jingchun slept soundly, and his gambling books were ruined by tea. At the time, it was just unusual. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?"
6. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. _ _ _ _ Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You
7. If the moon finally shines, you don't have to worry about ice and snow. _ _ _ _ NaLanXing DE "dead Hua Lian, hard, the most pity Tian Yue"
8. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as known by those who have been poor together. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, Part Two
9. Open your eyes all night, that's your life's trouble. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
10.40 years dream, shenyuanliu does not blow cotton. _ _ _ _ Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You
1 1. I sit here alone and mourn for both of us. How long is a hundred years? _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
12. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? Neither you nor I believe in meeting after death. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
13. The article is full of people, and I missed you once. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi in Li Chen
14. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"
15. The poor white bones saved the solitary grave and made great contributions to the general. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan's hanging tomb
16. Young as silk, female host. I thought of the ancients, so I don't have to worry! _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Green Clothes"
17. Window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for nothing, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Mao Yi on the 20th of the first month"
Appreciation of "Micro Dream"
This poem Meng Wei is a seven-character poem written by Bai Juyi nine years after Yuan Zhen's death. Among them, the neckline "you bury the bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world", which has made many people feel sad since ancient times!
In 80 1 year, 30-year-old Bai Juyi met 23-year-old Yuan Zhen in Chang 'an. They were both impressed by each other's literary talent, and politically opposed to eunuch autocracy and advocated frivolous and generous taxation. We haven't met for a long time! In order to realize the grand ambition of the ancient officials, they all took the examination of the official department and became bookkeepers of the school. Although he is an idle official, he can enjoy himself. Drinking, writing poems, enjoying flowers and listening to books, what romantic poems and wine! It was not until Yuan Zhen offended the eunuch and was demoted for applying for water posts that Bai Juyi's dead letter failed. In 8 15, Yuan Zhen was demoted to Tongzhou Sima, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima, and both of us were unhappy-to Tianya in the same year! From then on, the two can only exchange letters and pour out their hearts! In 83 1 year, 60-year-old Bai Juyi was at leisure in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and was shocked to hear that Yuan Zhen died of illness in Wuchang. When Yuan Zhen's coffin was transported back to his hometown in Xianyang, Shaanxi, he passed through Luoyang and wrote a eulogy with tears.
"Come and dream together at night, and in the morning, tears can't be collected." In the dream, Lotte and Wei meet again, and they walk hand in hand. They may talk about world events and dawn. May denounce officialdom storm, officialdom dirty; You may laugh at evil villains and hypocrites ... but dreams always wake up! Tears wet Lotte's handkerchief, and tears didn't mean to wipe it. At that time, Lotte was an old man in his twilight years. He remembered a poem that Yuan Zhen shared with him. There are two sentences in the poem: "I was absent from my mind due to illness today, and I was idle in my dreams but I didn't dream of you." Indeed, you can't meet each other when you are alive, and you can comfort acacia when you dream. It's sad to dream that you can't see it! However, the dream after the death of an old friend is more painful! Knowing that I will never see you again in my life, I recall the lost time again and again. Every time I think of it, I feel helpless and sad over and over again! Death cuts off all possible ideas!
"Zhangpu is sick three times, and Xianyang grass trees return to autumn eight times." Lotte said that he had been ill in Zhangpu several times, and Chang 'an had been planting grass for eight years without knowing it. Time flies, after Yuan Zhen's death, Lotte fidgeted with old bones and just looked at the grass in Chang 'an indifferently. If only people's life could be as long as grass, just like Lotte wrote a farewell message to the old grass when he was 17 years old: "Wildfire will not devour people, and the spring breeze will blow high." It has been nine years since Lotte and Yuan Zhen broke up, and there will be several years before Lotte dies. Lotte's birth and death, without Yuan Zhen's participation!
"You bury the bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world." Yuan Zhen was buried under the grave, and the soil eroded his body. Perhaps it has already turned to dust with the soil, and Lotte is only temporarily living on earth with white hair. Lotte is a "simple" meditator: detached, upright, open and frank. This sentence is the expression of white poetry, which seems simple in letter and form, but has deep feelings and connotations. I thought of my grandfather, who died not long ago. Many times, when our loved ones are alive, we are ashamed to share with others the compliments we have quietly written about them, especially we don't want them to see them themselves. Now, my grandfather's soul is buried in the soil. He is the last place in the world, just a small urn under a cement stone tablet. My family buried my grandfather and my grandmother who died in 13. When writing these words, I remember that my grandfather always wiped the sacrificial frames of my great-grandfather, great-grandmother and grandmother before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, and looked at them with ecstasy. But now, he is buried deep underground. Who will wipe his brand-new sacrificial frame? I'll never know anything about my grandfather again. Will his left leg, which was disabled on business in his early years, suffer from rheumatism? The grave should be a wet and cold place, right? I can't stand the thought of it. There is a cruel saying: "We will die for a long time". When Lotte wrote this poem, it was not because there were no friends around him, nor was it because enemies flooded. Rafat once said, "People who have neither friends nor enemies are ordinary people." . Lotte happens to be not an ordinary person. He has many friends in his life, such as Li Shangyin, whom he will never forget. It is precisely because of this that after nine years, Lotte's yearning for friends is even more precious!
"Han Weilang went to the next time, but he was ignorant at night." awei was Yuan Zhen's youngest son and son-in-law. They are all dead, and the graves are dark. Can you know this? Lotte, who has lived for a long time, witnessed the departure of his younger generation. On the one hand, the living want to know the situation of the dead, on the other hand, the living always pray for the dead with new things in the world, even though they know it is futile, they still have this hope. There is a saying in Nineteen Ancient Poems: "Those who leave will be sparse, and those who come will be close." What a sad heart it is for Lotte to see that the dead have been gone for several years and those who have come have become dead!
It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, so we should put ourselves in the other's shoes! After a little dream, I tasted that there is a real feeling in this world-caring for each other!
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