The first couplet vividly shows the characteristics of fireworks, which are inseparable with pens. The second couplet is anthropomorphic, but it must be assumed that it is fireworks set off at the end of the year, which is why the sentence is not to go to the New Year, not to curry favor with the next year. With the sound and light in front, it is enough for the fireworks to live instantly. So is life. A glorious moment is worth a hundred years of mediocrity.
Qinge shed tears for a long time, and suddenly she saw the clouds bursting with colorful light. Doubt is that the world knows how cold and warm it is, and the lights come from afar to keep out the frost.
This poem is novel in conception, and it looks at the fireworks from the perspective of a fairy in the sky. In one go, I personally appreciate that kind of quatrains in one go. It feels better than the last song. In these four sentences, I can see all kinds of feelings, and Qin Ge is desolate. In fact, the cold world makes sensitive poets feel more desolate. Qin Ge is surprised that the world knows how cold it is (which can also be understood as the world knows how warm and cold the sky is, which is quite good at understanding the meaning of moths). Short-lived fireworks are like matchsticks of a little girl selling matches, which are used to create temporary protection from the cold and hope of stopping. What poetry recites will lose all the interest of poetry if it only sticks to physical images. This poem can be used as an example of chanting things, telling a short story and conveying the message that the world is cold.
It is easy to turn into spring and sell. Don't ask how charming it can be. It's a pity to thank it once.
Since the life of fireworks is like a flower, it is natural for spring to come and blossom, and the characteristics of fireworks' instantaneous birth and death determine that this spring will come and go quickly. With a sigh, this spring dissipated in failure. The meaning of this song is somewhat similar to that of the first one. The first song praises the glorious moment, but this one is a regret that cannot last forever. Poetry is unreasonable. The other way around, it makes sense.
I'm afraid it's spring in Shangyuan. It's getting dark and red-violet. Who knows, after seeing all the prosperity, how much sadness is a dream?
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the scenery in front of us was as lively as life, and then it ended. Sigh that life is like a fireworks dream. Emotions and sorrows are more like fireworks.
This is not the best poem in South China. Personally, I like the second one best. My analysis is where I am going, unprofessional. Please forgive me if I can't pass.