1. "Seven of the Twenty-Two Stanzas" by Shi Daosheng of the Song Dynasty.
It begins at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month and the beginning of spring for four days.
Walking around in the daytime, my belly is as dark as paint.
I came to the hall with the drum beating, but I couldn’t say a word.
My comic review:.
The seasons cycle, everything returns to spring, and everyone’s heart is inspired. Just like this eminent Zen master who has experienced the severe cold of the twelfth lunar month, doesn't his heart feel full of spring when spring comes again?
But it is very strange. One cannot help but be surprised when reading this poem: Bai Juyi also wrote the poem "Five Days after the Beginning of Spring" on the fifth day after the Beginning of Spring. "Five days after the Beginning of Spring, spring is in full bloom." "Graceful." It is clear that when spring comes, everything is welcomed by warmth and fragrance. Why doesn't this Shi Daosheng leave a page full of spring praises with a brocade heart like the poets of the past?
Bai Juyi told us that "I am not alone in loving spring," but people who love spring in the same world do have differences in their realms of "different faces."
In Shi Daosheng's eyes: "Walking around in the daytime, the belly is as dark as paint." People who are running around in broad daylight, even if the sun is warm and the light shines on them, as long as their souls are dark, Taking falsehood as truth and false light as pilot light will ultimately result in an ignorant person who is "deaf when listening and blind when looking at it".
"The sound of drums coming to the hall" is a beating against the ignorant and a warning against falsehood! Standing in front of the spring, "Not a word can be said" is a kind of quiet wisdom and solemn prayer. It is a silent prayer for the true spring of the world, which will stay in everyone's heart forever.
2. "A Letter to the Family at Alfalfa Peak" by Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty.
It is the beginning of spring beside the Alfalfa Peak,
The towel is stained with tears on the Hulu River.
There are only empty memories in the boudoir,
I am worried about killing people when I don’t see the battlefield.
My comic review:.
At the beginning of spring, the poet was working outside the fortress. The cold wind was biting, the glaciers blocked the road, and the mountain peaks and rivers were cold and silent. And it was impossible for him to reunite with his family during the Spring Festival when thousands of homes were brightly lit. There is no way to eliminate this feeling. Xin Qiji once said, "The face of a human being is not as good as the face of a flower. We will see you again when the flowers bloom." Meeting people who are separated is difficult and difficult.
The longing in the boudoir is already heart-stirring, whether it is "the jade curtain cannot be rolled up, and the clothes are brushed on the anvil and come back", or "the only love is the spring garden" The moon is like a fallen flower shining on someone who has left," but the traces of resentment are just lovesickness.
And what kind of sorrow is the sorrow on the battlefield? There is the danger of "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from ancient battles"; there is the cold of "the general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective iron clothes are cold"; there is the danger of "thousands of miles, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, and the city is closed" Loneliness; moreover, I miss the thought of "playing the Qiang flute more and more, watching the moon in the mountains, without the worries of the golden boudoir for thousands of miles". How can we get rid of this feeling?
When others comment on this poem, they always say it is a letter to family, but I don’t believe it. Although people who work hard in a foreign land have gone through all kinds of hardships, they are used to "reporting good things but not bad things". How can they be willing to tell their relatives and make them even more worried! Li Shangyin said, "Why should I cut off the candles on the west window and say nothing about the rainy night in Bashan?" This is the best answer to the longing for his relatives.
If we talk about the pain of being separated from others, we are most afraid of being separated by life and death; if we have not said goodbye but will never see each other again, even if we have thousands of feelings, who should we tell it to? The New Year is approaching again, and it is difficult to return to my hometown. The suffering and longing of this year have to be told to the red soil again.
I used to understand it very little, and I only saw the poet using simple words to express his thoughts that he should work harder than his family members. But I never understood that the ancients’ ten thousand-mile hometown was:.