Picking mulberry seeds, time only helps the elderly, written by Yan Shu in Song Dynasty.
Time will only make people old, don't believe in sentimentality, leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears will wake up easily.
Last night in Wu Tong, the west wind was sharp, and the moon was hazy and bright, while in MUBI. Where are the tall buildings screaming?
Explanation:
People have to go through this period of time in the world from birth to death. But the years are long, and life is easy to get old. Time is like this. It only knows how to make people old and doesn't believe that there are sentimental people in the world. I often feel sad after I leave the roadside pavilion. After leaving, every time I drink (me), I am wet with tears because of missing.
Last night, the west wind was urgent, and it blew all night in the deep courtyard of the phoenix tree in the cold autumn. I woke people up from my dreams several times and only saw the moonlight outside the window, hazy, faint and faint. In my tall building, suddenly there came a wild goose cry from nowhere (which added to the desolation and loneliness of waking up at night).
2, the world flows with water, which is a dream.
Wu Ye Tune Last Night's Storm by Li Yu in the Five Dynasties.
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. (One Dream, One Work: In a Dream)
Explanation:
It was stormy last night, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There is not much candle burning, the water in the pot has leaked out, and I can't sleep by leaning on the pillow again and again. Lying down and sitting up can't keep your head steady.
Things in the world, like flowing water that has gone to the East, are gone forever. Thinking about my life is like a big dream. Only when you are drunk can you relieve depression, and other methods do not work.
3, this life does not meet the bright night, where to see the bright moon next year.
From Su Shi's Yangguanqu Mid-Autumn Moon Song
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Explanation:
As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?
I have always been young and limited. Waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.
From Song Yanshu's "Huanxisha is always limited by light"
I've always been young and limited, and it's easy to get hooked when I'm free. I don't want to talk frequently at banquets and songs.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
Explanation:
People's life will end in a limited time, and ordinary parting will make people feel sad. Don't put off the booze just because you often leave. In your limited life, you should sing to wine and drink to your heart's content. When I arrived, I looked at the vast rivers and mountains and suddenly missed my relatives and friends far away. When the wind and rain blow down the flowers, I find that spring is fleeting and I can't help but feel sad for it. It's better to cherish the people in front of you at the party.
5, three thousands of feet sorrow, fifty years of spring dream.
From "Die Gui Ling, hanger-on Window" by Qiao Ji in Yuan Dynasty.
The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.
Explanation:
Narrow windows and small screens expand the space of one side's vision. How many storms have been experienced outside the window, but the pear blossoms are still so dazzling. I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp, and I don't need the sadness of living alone. My thoughts always fly far away.
Too much sorrow makes San thousands of feet's white hair hang down his shoulders, and no matter how long it is prosperous, it is just a dream of spring. Suddenly, I found wisps of light smoke floating from residents' homes, rising from both sides of willow trees and gradually climbing up the towering eaves.