In fact, the earliest poem is: suddenly there is an old man's heart, and it is autumn to look back on the mountains and rivers. If he gets wet by snow, his life will be white-haired. After the poem became popular, many people added it. For example:
"If you are here at this time, why are you getting wet with snow and getting old together?" It means that if you are around at this time, you don't have to get wet in the snow and grow old together.
Jia's whole poem is: suddenly someone said, looking back at the mountains and rivers has entered winter. If he gets wet by snow, his life will be white-haired. If the bald head could be changed into snow, there would be no sad people in the world. At this time, if there is a gentleman on your side, why do you want to be a white head in the snow?
A few days ago, I got on the high-speed train home, and there were crowds outside the window. In the bleak autumn wind, the tall buildings and railway platforms in the city reminded me of something. Staying in a city for too long and getting used to a fixed life, any short walk is like wandering. Where I have been before, the people and things I met are obviously far away, as if there is only one window.
In fact, I know very well that the lost years are irreversible, but they will always be missed in a casual moment. Perhaps it is the unsatisfactory life now, which evokes memories of the past; Maybe I am deeply lost in the flow of time. Only at the moment when my memory rises, will I try my best to pick up the beauty of the past. When the high-speed train started, I looked back and sprinkled my eyes on the poems in the book. The first two sentences of the poem: "Suddenly there is an old man's heart, and it is autumn to look back on the mountains and rivers." I have seen it in different places and many times. Every time I feel that my feelings are hard to suppress. This feeling is not only about love, but also about the ups and downs of life, the changes of the world and the wandering of the years. Only through the growth of rings, the treachery of the world and the ups and downs of the world can we appreciate the taste of poetry.
Hit the heart of an old friend, leaving only a trace, standing in the alley of time and looking back at the bridge, only to find that the past is like smoke, the clouds are gone, and only the mountains remain motionless. Time flies, a corner of the sea. Two people separated from Wan Li miss each other in the snowy night. Since we can't meet again, if the snow can fall on you and me, it will be together for life.