1. Source: "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts" is a poem written by Fan Zhongyan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.
The scenery is strange when autumn comes in the fortress. The Hengyang geese are leaving without paying attention, and the sounds are coming from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.
A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away. The swallows have no plan to return before they are reined in, and the Qiang pipes are covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
Explanation: Seeing that autumn is here, the scenery of the northwest frontier is naturally very different from that of the south of the Yangtze River. The wild geese overhead flew back to Hengyang in the south, with no intention of stopping at all. This situation can't help but evoke the homesickness of the border guards. At dusk, the military horn blew, and the surrounding voices also rose up. There are mountains and mountains, the dusk is heavy, the sun is setting on the mountains, and the lonely city gate is tightly closed.
Drinking a glass of turbid wine makes me think of my relatives thousands of miles away. However, at present, the foreign troubles are not over, and the success will not be achieved until the success is achieved, so how can we give up halfway. The long sound of the Qiang flute came from the distance. The weather was cold and the military camp was already covered with frost. It was late at night, and I still couldn't sleep peacefully. My beard and hair had turned white in order to plan the military plan. The border guards missed their loved ones and could not sleep for a long time. They shed tears many times in their dreams.
2. Source: "The Fisherman on the River" is a five-character quatrain by Fan Zhongyan, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass.
Look at the boat, which is in and out of the storm.
Interpretation: People who come and go on the river only like the delicious taste of sea bass.
Look at those poor fishermen, who are driving their boats up and down in the strong wind and waves.
3. Source: "The Story of Yueyang Tower" was written by Fan Zhongyan, a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, on September 15, the sixth year of Qingli (October 17, 1046), at the request of his friend Teng Zijing, the prefect of Baling County, to rebuild the Yueyang Tower. A piece of prose created by.
Sigh! I try to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients, or it is different from the two. Why? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live high in a temple, you worry about its people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king. It means that you are worried when you advance, and you are also worried when you retreat. But when will you be happy? It must be said: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness." Alas! People from Weisi, who can I return to?
Interpretation: Alas! I once explored the thoughts and feelings of people with noble moral character in ancient times. They may have different moods from the above two. What is the reason? This is because people with high moral character in ancient times did not feel happy or sad based on the quality of external objects and their own gains and losses. If you are an official in the imperial court, you will worry about the people; if you are not an official in the imperial court and you are in a remote river and lake, you will worry about the monarch.
In this way, they are worried about entering the imperial court and becoming officials, and they are also worried about retreating into the world. Even so, when will they be happy? Then we must say, "Be sad before the people in the world are sad, and be happy after the people in the world are happy." well! If there is no such person, who should I go with?
4. Source: "Autumn Nostalgia" is a poem written by Fan Zhongyan, a writer in the Song Dynasty.
Fragrant leaves fall one after another, the night is silent and the cold sounds break. The pearl curtain rolls up and the jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.
There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears. The remaining lamp lights up the pillow, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.
Interpretation: Miscellaneous leaves fell on the fragrant stone steps. When it was late at night, the sound of falling leaves added to the coolness of autumn.
When the brocade curtain made of pearls is rolled up, the sky above the gorgeous pavilion is empty. Only the sky is faint and the end of the Milky Way seems to hang down to the earth. Every year on this night, you can see the bright silk-like moon, but every year on this night, your sweetheart is thousands of miles away.
My heart is broken by sorrow, and even if I try to drown my sorrow with wine, it is difficult to make myself intoxicated. The wine has not yet entered my mouth, but it has turned into bitter tears. It's late at night, the lights are out, and the lights are on and off. I have no choice but to lean on the pillow and fall asleep. This endless solitary habitat really makes people taste the similar feeling of loneliness.
Finally, this agonizing wait is still far away. Even though I frown all day long and have many thoughts, there is no way to escape it.
5. Source: "Tickling the Silver Lamp·Separating Topics with Mr. Ouyang at the Banquet" is a poem written by Fan Zhongyan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Last night I laughed at Cao Cao, Sun Quan and Liu Bei because I was reading Shu Zhi. After exhausting all the mechanisms and exerting mental and physical efforts in vain, we can only get three parts of the world. Think carefully with your fingers, like ***, Liu Ling is drunk?
No one is a hundred years old. Young people are demented, old people are haggard. Only in the middle, some young people, can't bear to be involved in the name? Yipin and Qianjin, asking about gray hair, how to avoid it?
Interpretation: I couldn’t help but laugh at Cao Cao, Sun Quan and Liu Bei when I read "Three Kingdoms" last night. They tried their best to use all their power and ingenuity to win only one third of the world. If I think about it carefully, instead of doing this, I would rather be like Liu Ling and get drunk with him. .
How many people in the world can live to be a hundred years old. He was crazy and ignorant when he was young, and he is thin and haggard when he is old. Only the one in the middle, a period of youth, how could I bear to use it to pursue fame and fortune. Even if you have a first-class official position and are rich in millions, who can escape the coming of old age?