Who knows how to throw leisure a little longer?
Every spring comes, melancholy remains.
I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror.
Willow trees on the riverbank of Kate.
To ask new worries, what happens every year?
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
? From Mr. Feng's description, we seem to feel that this kind of melancholy is like a completely unsolvable sadness-either from personal shortcomings, from environmental constraints, from endless desire for other people's views, or from the helpless fate that the biological universe will eventually be disillusioned; You may forget it for a while, but it will never disappear.
Look at Teacher Yuan first (1889- 193 1):
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking.
These two sentences come from a sentence by Linjiang Xianyan. Talking about the word 12 is lyrical, delicate and full, and the meaning is still unfinished.
Wang Guowei said in "Ci on earth": Ci is the body and needs to be revised. What poetry can express is beyond words. "It is necessary to repair" probably means-it must be subtle and lingering. And "melancholy" coincides with this meaning. Therefore, most Song Ci poems have a feeling of "melancholy" when read. Just give two examples:
Let's watch a song "Jade Pagoda Spring" first, and experience the melancholy of Ouyang Xiu (1007- 1072):
Before your honor, I intend to say the date of my return, but before I say anything, I will swallow it painfully.
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling.
It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
? Some people may say that Ouyang Gong's poem describing the feelings of men and women is graceful, but the bold style is not necessarily "melancholy". Ok, let's look at another Su Song Dongpo (1037-11kloc-0/) "How many guests are sent to Klang Ganzhou":
Affectionate wind, Wan Li roll tide, mercilessly send tide back.
Ask Qiantang River, Xixing Pukou, how many degrees of oblique light.
You don't have to think about now and now.
Who is as old as Dongpo?
I remember that the west side of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is full of smoke.
Poets are all the same, just like I am to you.
We made an appointment with him to return to the eastern sea. I hope Xie Hongya's ambition will not be violated.
Xizhou Road, don't look back, put clothes on me. ?
You see, the style of this song is bold and unconstrained, but it seems that there is an irresistible melancholy that lingers and stirs people's hearts.
Comparing the two poems, if the last one shows the melancholy of seeking the joys and sorrows of marriage, this one shows the melancholy of a man with lofty aspirations and a poor mind. Although you are worried about different things, your disappointment seems to be the same.
Look at the couple in Yuan Ning:
Burn incense and sit still, tuck your knees and recite scriptures.
This kind of melancholy disease seems to be more serious, and the general melancholy is silent. After reading these two sentences, Qiu Jin's grievance echoed in my mind-saying that women are not British, and singing on the Longquan wall every night.
Here are a pair of Mr. Xu Beihong (1895- 1953):
Boasting every surprise, drinking and pecking are greedy.
This word is a bit strange. Thinking for ages, vaguely see a doorway:
Eat and drink things created by heaven and earth all day without making any contribution; Every time I look into the distance, I feel guilty!
This pair is always reminding yourself-don't be idle, don't be mediocre.
I remember when I was in junior high school, Hou Jie, a history teacher, often taught students not to be a "dung machine" ~
Next is Mr. Xu's:
We should put aside everything and dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
In the summary, "3 1 year", that is, 1942, is the time when mountains and rivers fall and smoke rises everywhere.
Then look at Mr Xu:
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and share your troubles forever.
This pair still means the same thing. Mr. Taibai (70 1-762) looked back through the ages and looked down on all directions. Like Sakyamuni and Christ, he wanted to bear all the troubles of mankind by himself. Look at the handwriting carefully. It seems that Mr. Xu turned sad when he wrote it.
Look at another pair of He (1799- 1873):
The candle is short when reading, and the cup is long when reading the sword.
How many people are lucky enough to stay in history? The dream of sealing Hou in Wanli still exists, and the white hair has gone.
Isn't this Fan Zhongyan (989- 1052) standing on the head of Yanzhou City with a sad face?
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Then look at Zheng (1860- 1938):
Sword dance is a sage who knows all about grass, holding the piano and being speechless.
I used to be a sword dancer, an audience lost among myself like a mountain. But what about now? I can only silently hold the piano and stand in the sunset. There are few intimate friends who want to pay attention to their own hearts. Who likes broken strings?
Followed by Mr. Tan Yankai (1880- 1930):
Strong sense of shame, learn the sword, and win the cup without hiding.
I also want to fight for the sword! I'm hungry too, and I want to eat pork! -Hey, it's over. Forget it, just let it be. It's no use thinking about it. Come on, let's have a drink. Why do you still want to? Then keep drinking! Wine-it's a good thing. ...
Let's look at Mr. Hua Shikui (1863- 1942):
The thin water floating on the surface of the water flows into another stream, and the clouds float away with the rain.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. Why did you fall into his pool in the spring wind? Wan Fang is a mysterious color. Why did you break the clouds and make me wet?
Why is it that others are smooth sailing and I am unlucky? Why did the neighbor's children go to Tsinghua, and my children only got two grades?
Hey ~ this is fate! Fortunately, there are poems that can amuse people, complain and laugh at themselves.
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