Origin: Zhou in The Book of Songs, the first collection of poems in ancient China.
Excerpt from the original text: My heart is full of bandits, but I can't turn around. I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved. Wei Yidi, don't be casual. Trouble is quiet and small. Many people are detained, but many are insulted. Calm down and think about it, and there will be a slap in the face.
My heart is not a pebble circle, so I can't just roll around; My heart is not soft and I can't roll it at will. Elegant and dignified, not to be bullied. Sorrow is hard to get rid of, and little people hate me. It's disgusting. Experienced many hardships and numerous humiliations. Calm down and think about it carefully, ask yourself and pat your chest and wake up.
Extended information From the content of this poem, it seems to be a poem in which women are self-mutilated and suffer unspeakable grievances. His lyrical tone, with a bitter voice, has no inflammatory words.
The whole poem consists of five chapters and thirty sentences. The first chapter starts with "Pan-White Boat, Pan-"and compares it with White Boat. These two sentences are empty, and they are function words. The boat made of cypress is very strong, but it floats in the water and has no one to rely on.
Here is a metaphor to describe a woman's vacillating mentality. Therefore, it will be "sleepless, if there are hidden worries", and when it is implemented with a pen, there will be a figure of a troubled woman sleeping in the dark night. Drinking and inviting people to travel can help people solve their worries, but this kind of "hidden worry" can not be solved by drinking and traveling, which shows that the pain is deep and it is difficult to sell.
The second chapter is closely linked with the previous chapter, and it would be great if someone could share this unavoidable sadness! Although the woman resigned to her fate, she couldn't bear it. At this moment, I want to get it off my chest. When you want to talk to someone, the first thing you think of is your brother, but it's "groundless." Reluctant to go, but also to "meet and hate each other late", old grievances have not been spit out, and new enemies have been added. Your own brothers and sisters are still like this, let alone others. You can't stop Ru, and you can't talk.
The third chapter is introspection. The first four sentences use metaphors to illustrate that although you can't worry, your inner firmness has a different stone pad, and you can't give in to others. "Only I Didi, you can't choose" means that although I can't tolerate others, others can't take away my ambition. I must keep my dignity and never give in. Its firmness deserves sympathy and even admiration.
The fourth chapter of the poem answers the question of where the hero's mountain of sorrow and hatred comes from: it turned out to be bound by small groups and could not be dealt with. "There are many slaves and many insults" is a antithesis, telling the story of the protagonist, which is really full of bitterness. In the evening, I think about all this quietly, and I can't help but sigh and feel sorry for my life.
At the end of the chapter, women complain about the obscurity of the sun and the moon, in fact, because women's sorrow is too deep, so that the sun and the moon have lost their luster. My heart is so eager for freedom, but I have the heart to fly and no strength to fly, so I can only give up with a sigh. Words are like tears, and the image of a sad and angry woman is in front of us.
Who is the heroine and who is the villain is also controversial. Many supporters believe that the heroine is a noble woman and a small group of concubines.
The whole poem closely follows the word "worry", so deep that there is no resentment, no diarrhea and no solution. The five chapters are in one go, with dignified and euphemistic language and strong and profound feelings. The poet used a variety of rhetorical devices, and the use of metaphor was even more incisive. "My heart is full of bandits, but I can't turn around." My heart is full of bandits. Can't roll ",a few words are the most wonderful, and are often quoted by later poets.
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