Most people who like literature tend to be sentimental. A sad story, a sad love song, and a graceful ancient poem will make us sad for spring and autumn, and sigh under the moon.
This question inadvertently opened up my longing for my father.
I miss my dad. It has been 6 years since my dad left me.
Dad loved calligraphy when he was alive, and I would always accompany him when he was writing.
One day, as usual, my father was practicing calligraphy, and I quietly watched and studied. Dad often writes Tang poetry and Song lyrics in various calligraphy styles. On a whim, I asked him which line of poetry he liked best. Dad slowly put down the brush in his hand, looked out the window, and said leisurely and calmly:
"How much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
What is the most tragic pain? It is an almost silent wail, a huge pain that pierces the heart, a grief that cannot breathe, a sigh that has experienced vicissitudes of life...
The air is solidified, there is only silence, but the heart is choking, but it is... Tears and blood...because I know my father's sorrow, helplessness and regret in this life. I know it all and understand it.
Dad is an ordinary scholar with an innocent heart who has experienced the catastrophe of the Cultural Revolution for ten years. Because of the persecution of the Cultural Revolution, dreams were shattered and could no longer be put back together. In this life, I can only live the rest of my life without realizing my talent.
I understand that Dad has too many unwillingnesses!
I like ancient Chinese very much, as well as ancient poetry. There are too many poems that moved me. But when my father replied to me, when he said Li Yu's sentence "How many poems can I ask you?" "Sorrowfulness is like a river of spring water flowing eastward", this sentence was deeply embedded in my bone marrow and blood. As time goes by, as dad leaves, the sinking becomes deeper and deeper.