The young mermaid on the pillow
Modern Mao Zedong
Sorrow piled on the pillow, the sea turns over the waves.
The night is long and the sky is always hard to understand. I have no choice but to put on my clothes and sit in the cold.
At dawn, all my thoughts are gray, and I am extremely tired and helpless.
There is no reason not to shed tears.
Translation:
I was lying on the pillow, and piles of gloomy clouds and fog made me sad. The sadness of parting is as hard to calm as the surging waves in the rivers and seas. The night is long and it is always difficult to light. Lonely and helpless, I had to get up, put on my clothes and sit outside alone counting the cold stars in the sky.
When dawn came, all my thoughts turned to ashes, and it seemed that only my wife's shadow was still around. Looking up, I saw a crescent moon sinking in the west. Faced with this situation, I have no reason not to cry!
This poem was written by Mao Zedong in modern times.
Extended data writing background:
Mao Zedong married Yang Kaihui in the winter of 1920, and Mao Zedong went out for an inspection in the spring and summer of the following year. During the trip, Mao Zedong deeply missed his wife. Overnight, thousands of feelings rolled like waves and came to my mind. I couldn't sleep all night, and finally stayed up until dawn, but I felt puzzled. Only my parting wife was in front of me.
Looking at the waning moon hanging on the horizon, I can't help but shed tears of acacia. At this time, Mao Zedong was full of affection and couldn't help it, so he casually wrote this song "On the Beauty Pillow".
The whole word is bright, smooth, frank, simple and interesting. The tenderness of "it's always hard to know in the long night, and you can sit up and count the cold stars when you are lonely" and the masculinity of "counting romantic figures to see the present" can coexist in one person's mind at the same time.
Shang Kun profoundly wrote his own thoughts from the word "worry"; I closed my pen with a word "tears", which is very painful to remember. When writing this word, the poet was still a 28-year-old young man who had just left school. It is natural for men and women to have love. As the saying goes, "Ruthlessness is not necessarily a real hero."
Write down the depth of injury. After a hard night's work, the poet remained with people at dawn, remembering only the beautiful image in the haze, and suddenly felt that "all thoughts have been exhausted."
Looking up at the west at this time, only the waning moon is like a hook, how can the poet not shed tears on the moon! This reminds readers of the Song Dynasty poet Lv Benzhong's Picking Mulberries. "Hate you not like month, north and south, east and west. North and South, East and West, only with each other. " "I hate you, but like Jiang last month, still full. If you are full, you will lose money. When will you reunite? " Perhaps, the author of "On the Pillow" has this feeling at this time.
About the author:
Mao Zedong, the word Runzhi, is under the pen name Zi Ren. 1893 12.26 was born in Shaoshanchong, Xiangtan, Hunan. 1976 passed away in Beijing on September 9th. China people's leader, Marxist, great proletarian revolutionist, theorist, strategist, main founder and leader of China Production Party, China People's Liberation Army and People's Republic of China (PRC), poet and calligrapher.