Author: Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
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(1) Scouring: cleaning.
(2) Fishing firewood: the fisherman and the woodcutter.
⑶ Zhuzh incarnation: a small piece of land in the water.
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The Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. How many heroes disappear like flying waves, what is right and wrong, success and failure are short-lived and not long-lasting. Only the green hills still exist and the sun still rises and sets. The white-haired fisherman on the river has long been used to the change at four o'clock. It's rare to see his friends and enjoy a glass of wine. Disturbances throughout the ages have become the material for drinking and chatting.
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This is a poem about history, which expresses feelings about life by describing the rise and fall of history. It is bold and implicit, lofty and profound. Judging from the whole word, the tone is generous and tragic, and the meaning is endless. It makes people feel sad when reading it, and they can't help but add thousands of feelings to their hearts. This word not only makes readers feel desolate and tragic, but also creates an indifferent and quiet atmosphere, which embodies the lofty artistic conception and profound philosophy of life. The author tries to explore the eternal value in the long river of history and find a profound philosophy of life between success and failure, which has both a sense of historical rise and fall and a sense of ups and downs of life, reflecting a noble sentiment and broad-minded mind. When readers taste this word, it seems that it is not the water of the Yangtze River that is washed away, but the ruthless history; As if listening to a historical sigh, I am looking for the eternal value of life in the sigh.
The Yangtze River is rolling and the east is surging. You can't refuse, and you can't stay. The waves splash, and the heroes of the ages are lost in the water. Right or wrong; Success or failure, fame and career, in the blink of an eye, disappear with the passage of the river. Only the green hills still stand in front of us, watching the sunset again and again.
In this frozen historical picture, white-haired fishermen and carefree firewood people are full of interest in autumn moon and spring breeze. Zhu Jiang is a bend in the river, a quiet and relaxing place. A word "use" makes people feel a little inexplicable loneliness and desolation. Fortunately, the joy of friends coming from afar and meeting bosom friends unexpectedly makes this loneliness and desolation a comfort. "Hunjiu" seems to indicate the friendship between the host and the visitor, but its meaning is not wine. Throughout the ages, the world has changed, even those immortal great achievements are nothing. It's just people talking after dinner, laughing and enjoying it. How much helplessness is beyond words.
The Yangtze River, Water Loss, Waves, Heroes, Castle Peak, Sunset, Fishing Chopsticks, Zhu Jiang, Autumn Moon, Spring Breeze and Turbid Wine are lofty and indifferent. These images are also set off by vivid words such as "rolling", "scouring", "turning your head empty", "still there", "a few degrees", "I'm used to seeing it", "I hate meeting you late" and "joking", which adds a little movement to the quiet atmosphere of this word.
The Yangtze River washed away with the waves, and the hero disappeared with the passing river. "The success or failure of right and wrong turns empty" is heroic and tragic, which not only reflects the loss and loneliness of the great hero after his success, but also implies the indifference and contempt of the alpine hermit for fame and fortune. Depressed and indignant, but this indignation gradually lost its temper. Facing the bloody sunset, history seems to have solidified. "Castle Peak is still there" remains unchanged, "sunset glow" has changed, and "many things in ancient and modern times" are not lost in the constant relative movement. We can get rid of the entanglement of "success or failure" and cross the world of mortals. Too much deliberate can be put aside, too complicated will become simple. In terms of time, space, and perception between people and things, it is not an ordinary taste.