It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves, from now on.
It is in the early morning that the red flowers on the ground are red, but they are cold. Suddenly, I met you by the golden well, either for the first time or after a long separation. Your eyes make people unable to see your heart. Who knows? Who knows? From now on, I will stay up all night, toss and turn, and sleep alone.
Appreciation: This dreamlike song is very similar to the life of Nalan Rong Ruo. First full of youthful romance, then melancholy.
The word "exactly" in the first sentence seems to have been planned in advance, in order to meet her at the red and cold gold well full of bricks and stones. Since the former word "exact" is a premeditated word, the latter word "sudden" is an accidental word. It is hard for him to believe that his beloved will really appear here, and it is hard to believe that he will meet his beloved here. What's more, her eyes are hard to understand and unforgettable afterwards. "Whoever saves, whoever saves, from now on." Sudden joy, immersed in endless worries and doubts, the beloved's heart is unknown, and the future is unpredictable, which brings infinite melancholy and panic. Then, in the middle of the night, there was another person who couldn't sleep by the lonely lamp.
Dream order 2
Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping. It's boring to wake up.
Everyone in the vault is drunk, and there is silence and stars swaying around. People are falling asleep and want to go back to their hometown in their dreams, but my dreams are shattered by the sound of the river flowing. Go to sleep, go to sleep. It's better than waking up bored.
Appreciation: this poem is like a dream, with a bold beginning and a desperate ending, which shows the poet's cold mood when he travels to the north.
The "treasury" refers to the camping of the northern patrol camp, and the "ten thousand accounts" describes a huge scale. It's already night, but this army is silent, so I wrote here. "Everyone is drunk" and drunk, coupled with the low weather in the wild, so "the star shadow is crumbling", so I wrote here. Under the sway of the stars, people also fell asleep and wanted to dream of going home, but they were "broken by the sound of the river." People can't go back, not even their dreams. what can I do? I'd better go to bed. Even if I don't have a dream, I'm ignorant. It's better than waking up alone and helpless.
Dream order 3
The yellow moss returns to the road, where is the lingering moon and the breeze. The news is too heavy. I miss you very much tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain. Half of it was blown away by the wind.
One day in autumn, I went back, but I couldn't find your shoe prints or smell you. I haven't heard from you. How much will I miss tonight? Autumn lovesickness rain, autumn lovesickness rain, half was blown away by the wind.
I hope you are satisfied with my answer.