The leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Fan Zhongyan, as we all know, is a noble person who issued the lofty call of "Worry about the world first, and be happy after the world", and is a firm and brave model of "Better die than surrender, and better live silently". However, Imperial Street Qiu Si reminds us of home through the softness under Fan Zhongyan's hard shell. Our understanding of Fan Zhongyan is somewhat far-fetched.
When life is full of ambition, it is difficult to notice the warmth of family. When you are thousands of miles away from home, you can feel like air when you get home.
"The fallen leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold." The so-called autumn is crisp, the fallen leaves return to their roots, and it is natural for late autumn to come. Fragrant stone steps, red in spring, have the beauty of "red is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers", but it is the loneliness of autumn leaves falling down the long ladder. Autumn night, in Fan Zhongyan's feelings, is really "sad and lonely since ancient times". Loneliness to the sound of fallen leaves, autumn night cold to the sound of fallen leaves, gravel steps. This is a lonely, lonely and cold late autumn night.
"The real bead curtain is empty, the sky is grey, and the Milky Way hangs down." The curtain rolled open, the Jade Pagoda was empty, there was no cloud in Wan Li, and the Milky Way hung in the sky, showing the grand artistic conception of "the stars were leaning down from the clearing". Charming, visible literati integrity.
"Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and it takes thousands of miles a day." Tonight every year, it is said that we have been apart for a long time, and the moon is hanging in the sky as white as practice. This is the time to get together, but people are thousands of miles apart. The wish of "wishing people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty" is difficult to realize. In the beautiful and clear images of fallen leaves, pearl curtains, Milky Way and Moonlight, there are melancholy feelings of emptiness, loneliness and lovesickness.
Acacia is pregnant with people's worries and wants to drown her sorrows in wine. However, sorrow has been drunk for no reason, and sorrow has been drunk before the wine is drunk. It's not that the wine is too spicy, it's acacia that makes people cry.
Outside, the bead curtain rolled up, the milky way hung down, the moonlight practiced, and the residual lamp was put out with a pillow inside. The two scenes are opposite, which is even more sad. The big and small broken bean lights are about to go out, but I have no intention of embellishing them. I tossed and turned, my pillow was crooked, and I still couldn't sleep. It is a deep feeling that a person can't sleep, which shows people's sadness.
Sadness did not disappear with the passage of time, but like the tide of the sea, wave after wave, trying to swallow people up. "Everyone came to this matter and did not intend to avoid it." It's already midnight. Who else can keep you awake like this, counting scars? If you miss this incident, it is really "there is no way to eliminate this situation, you can only frown and mind."
What are you like when missing comes? When missing is a disease, how do you treat it? Does it look like the author?