When I first read this word, my heart ached when I was caught. From the simplest perspective, Ci depicts the helplessness and regret for the lost time and things.
In this familiar pavilion, drinking is a song and it is enjoyable. The poet may just turn his head and want to clink glasses with his friends, but suddenly he wakes up. It's still this pavilion, or the end of spring, but he still stays in it. Those comrades who thought he would always be around disappeared as early as the fleeting time.
I also deeply realized the bitterness and sadness of this moment. The sun goes down, how many times a year, when will the sun return to this place? Will the sun change-it has experienced enough vicissitudes. But people, when they get together, get together, are also fascinated by time beyond recognition.
Flowers fall and people go. Under so many irresistible influences, the poet can only watch the flowers fall, but he can't help but watch the people disperse. I feel a sense of powerlessness, no matter what age or position you are in. But it can only be overwhelmed by the torrent of time and the torrent of the times.
Swallows lined up to come back, as if they were in the same batch as last year. Year after year, deja vu, but the mood has long gone. I think, watching Yan return, the old friend does not return, and the familiar Yan is just my remaining thoughts.
As a result, the poet lingered persistently, and the flowers bloomed again, emitting intoxicating fragrance. Maybe I just want to trace the past, or maybe I have a sad fantasy and don't want to leave. Or maybe I just want to look up at a familiar face and say long time no see, who knows? Therefore, he can only wander in confusion.
The pavilions are still there, and no old friends are seen.
In the first year of Yuanfeng (1078), an official named Su was walking on the road in Xuzhou in a hurry. Shortly after he came here as a magistrate, a spring drought happened. He was so anxious that it finally rained after many prayers. Now he must go to the stone beach in the east of the city and thank God!
On the way, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears. It turned out that the already-opened jujube flowers landed gently on the skirt of his broad official uniform, which made him suddenly realize that it was early summer and the spring drought was finally lifted. He smiled and slowed down his mood and pace. Only then did he hear the spinning wheel creaking in his ears. He listened curiously, but he couldn't tell where the sound came from, because in this busy sericulture harvest season,
The busy rural scene in his eyes made him feel relaxed, and this real sensory experience stimulated his pleasure as a local official. Walking on, he saw a farmer in cow clothes sitting under the ancient Liu Yin, with a pile of cucumbers in front of him. Although his clothes are poor, he has just been carefully starched by a woman. At this time, there were not many pedestrians, and the melon seller didn't shout loudly. He just leaned against the willow tree and watched the melon seller gloat. He couldn't help feeling the hot weather, and suddenly thought of spending a summer vacation under a tree. I probably drank a little wine at noon, so maybe I should have a good sleep in the breeze and light summer heat this afternoon! At the moment, 20 miles seems too long to take a nap. It happened that the sun was shining brightly and he gradually felt sleepy. He feels more and more thirsty and tired, and he is no longer in the mood to lament the farmhouse music. His demand has become practical and urgent: a cup of green tea, or even a bowl of well water!
Then ask the families nearby for some tea. He doesn't seem to know much about this country. Yes, he has always been so informal and carefree in his ups and downs! However, there were few people in the suburbs, and it took a while to meet a corner hut. He pinned his hopes of quenching thirst on this wild hut, so he knocked at the door hopefully, but during the busy farming season, his mood was uneasy. I wonder if the host is at home? Finally, an old woman answered the door. He asked in a modest tone. Of course, he went on to drink a bowl of cool well water held by people. Sleepiness and longing suddenly turned into joy and satisfaction, and his spirit did it one brace up. Then, after being warmly received by the villagers, the well-known person who loves the people and thanks for the rain and dew finally recovered his spirit and went on his way.
In the world of spring, every thread is full of beauty. The flowers and plants are graceful, the Yan language reminds, and the stream gurgles. With the spring, I embarked on a trip to Qingquan Temple. Qingquan Temple was beautiful and comfortable, and my soul was baptized.
There is a gurgling stream in front of the temple, which jumps tirelessly to the west all day, just like a naughty child with bare toes, and seems to be in a hurry. If it never comes back, no one can stop it. Looking up, the bright sunshine in late spring wafts colorful vitality to the world, and the stream reflects colorful light like colorful gems under the sunlight.
On the shore, clusters of buds spread from the green water, stretching their flexible posture and swaying like girls. Next to Yale, a group of heroic pine soldiers stood upright, guarding this mysterious silence. In the process of walking, you will find that the sand under your feet is like a soft blanket, without sludge and thorns.
Gradually, as night fell, the cuckoo played the beautiful violin, and the misty spring rain danced in the air, like a gentle and graceful ballet dancer, floating my thoughts.
Seeing this, who said that bloom will be reopened and people will never be young again? The running water in front of the door keeps flowing to the west. Why can't people be younger? Laugh optimistically at setbacks, spend every minute of your life heroically, and stop singing yellow chickens to remind you of the dawn. Happiness is the most important thing! Smile, more beautiful!
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There's nothing to do, bloom's flowers fall, and it's like deja vu when Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
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Is it this season, this time, this place, or in this pavilion, holding a new glass of wine and making a new word?
The weather is still the same, and the red color is all over the sky, which seems to declare its ownership. Familiar music and different lyrics floated out like a butterfly in the poet's slow singing. Floating to the mountains with a veil, evoking the poet's memories. Last year seems to be the same, the year before last, and today seems to be the same. Day after day, it seems to be repeating, covering the whole memory.
The bright sunshine sprinkled on the lake and quietly crossed the sky, leaving only the sunset glow of that day. Looking up at the sky, this sunset has gone away, when will it come back? Will all the good times and all the good things escape to the sky like this sunset and disappear without a trace? The face has changed, the voice has changed and the personnel have changed. What about those wasted hours? Will they change?
Eyes on the flowers and plants by the lake, gently, and then sang the familiar song. The wind glided through the grass and took away the fragrance all the way. One flower withered, another flower withered ... Will they return to the branches? Once again, burn incense, once again, smile? No one can stop the cycle of seasons, the blooming and withering of flowers. No one can let the footsteps of time stop for a minute.
The deja vu swallow lingers under the eaves again. Is it looking for a lair? Unfortunately, things have changed, that is, the old things have already disappeared in the turbulent flow of time with our growth. Swallow, still like this, only the years are getting older.
It's all gone It's all gone I'm left alone, a coined word, and drinking alone.
I stood up, followed the fragrance to the garden path, sang the familiar song again, and the newly created words danced vaguely in the fragrance.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Just sighing in the youth.
Write 5 In Huanxisha, I drank a glass of wine on the table and wrote a new word. The weather is still so mild that it is no different from this time last year. Looking into the distance from here, I feel a little sad. This pavilion will remain unchanged for several years, and maybe it will stay here for a long time to engrave the beauty of the past. The sunset is still hanging in the west, let ...
Drinking a glass of wine on the table, I wrote a new word. The weather is still so mild that it is no different from this time last year.
Looking into the distance from here, I feel a little sad. This pavilion will remain unchanged for several years, and maybe it will stay here for a long time to engrave the beauty of the past.
The setting sun is still hanging in the west, emitting a full golden yellow, which is very harsh. The setting sun is reflected on the white clouds, which receive light like curtains and present a golden color. I looked at the distance and wondered what words to use to praise such beautiful scenery, but the horizon changed inadvertently and swallowed up the sunset.
Alas, as soon as this sunset sets, it will take many dark tortures and many thoughts to see it again.
It's supposed to be spring in bloom, but the branches can only see green. In early spring, the blooming flowers are blooming in the wind and splashing. A gust of wind blew the fallen flowers all over the floor. In front of my eyes, the petals are printed with five colors, running like winter snow, shining in the wind, sinking into the ground and covered with dust, and the glory of the past has faded. I don't know why, but my heart is full of pity. Alas, when will the flowers on the branches bloom again?
While I was wandering in the sunset, a swallow flew in. Familiar colors, familiar eyes, Yaner, are you the same Yaner who met me in the garden last year? How long will you stay here this time? Will you leave me again? Will you come back to see me after you leave? If you want to go again, don't forget to bring my thoughts and love to my old friends.
A person wandering in the garden, clothes are full of flowers. Falling red is flying all over the sky, covering everything and the memories of the past. I have been exploring the past for years.
Falling flowers and dancing, also paved the road, lost in the garden. ...
In the first year of Yuanfeng, there was an official named Su who was in a hurry on the avenue in Xuzhou. Soon after he came here as the magistrate, there was a spring drought and he was extremely anxious. Later, after many prayers, it finally rained. Now he must go to the stone beach in the east of the city and thank God!
It is the season when jujube trees bloom everywhere. On the country road, there are golden jujube flowers, and the faint breeze caresses them and surrounds them with wisps of fragrance. The flowers on the jujube tree fell on my head and shoulders, leaving a wisp of fragrance, and I, with this wisp of fragrance, continued on my way. Not far ahead, I heard the sound of car work again, lingering over the village and spreading all over the north and south of the village. After stopping for a minute, I continued on my way, "selling cucumbers, fresh cucumbers!" " A cry caught my eye. I saw an ancient willow tree covered with green, which seemed to be covered with a green coat, covering a farmer who was selling cucumbers. Take a closer look and drink! Look how delicious this cucumber is! They are neatly arranged, covered with dark green coats, and there is a flower dotted on their heads, which adds poetry. Looking at these bumper harvests, they will be glad that the weather is beautiful and give them a soaking rain in the spring drought year to save these crops and have a good harvest. Maybe I'm glad they have a good satrap!
After a long pause, I set foot on the road again and walked towards the end of the distance, because I drank a few more cups when I sacrificed to God. Although a little drunk, my heart is warm. I got up and walked from village to village. At this time, it was already hot, the smell of wine was strong, and people were thirsty. I couldn't resist asking for tea. So I looked around and found a family. It was a bumper year, and people went to work in the countryside. I wonder if the host is at home?
So, I decided to try knock knock and get ready for a bowl of water. I hope someone is in there. Finally, an old woman came out. Explain why, after drinking herbal tea, I was very satisfied at once and hit the road again.
In the first year of Yuanfeng (1078), an official named Su was walking on the road in Xuzhou in a hurry. Shortly after he came here as a magistrate, a spring drought happened. He was so anxious that it finally rained after many prayers. Now he must go to the stone beach in the east of the city and thank God!
On the way, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears. It turned out that the already-opened jujube flowers landed gently on the skirt of his broad official uniform, which made him suddenly realize that it was early summer and the spring drought was finally lifted. He smiled and slowed down his mood and pace, only hearing the creaking sound in his ear. He listened curiously, but he couldn't tell where the sound came from, because in this busy sericulture harvest season,
The busy rural scene in his eyes made him feel relaxed, and this real sensory experience stimulated his pleasure as a local official. Walking on, he saw a farmer in cow clothes sitting under the ancient Liu Yin, with a pile of cucumbers in front of him. Although his clothes are poor, he has just been carefully starched by a woman. At this time, there were not many pedestrians, and the melon seller didn't shout loudly. He just leaned against the willow tree and watched the melon seller gloat. He couldn't help feeling the hot weather, and suddenly thought of spending a summer vacation under a tree. I probably drank a little wine at noon, so maybe I should have a good sleep in the breeze and light summer heat this afternoon! At the moment, 20 miles seems too long to take a nap. It happened that the sun was shining brightly and he gradually felt sleepy. He feels more and more thirsty and tired, and he is no longer in the mood to lament the farmhouse music. His demand has become practical and urgent: a cup of green tea, or even a bowl of well water!
Then ask the families nearby for some tea. He doesn't seem to know much about this country. Yes, he has always been so informal and carefree in his ups and downs! However, there were few people in the suburbs, and it took a while to meet a corner hut. He pinned his hopes of quenching thirst on this wild hut, so he knocked at the door hopefully, but during the busy farming season, his mood was uneasy. I wonder if the host is at home? Finally, an old woman answered the door. He asked in a modest tone. Of course, he went on to drink a bowl of cool well water held by people. Sleepiness and longing instantly turned into joy and satisfaction, and his spirit did it one brace up. Then, after being warmly received by the villagers, the well-known person who loves the people and thanks for the rain and dew finally recovered his spirit and went on his way.
Huanxisha Composition 8 Who reads the west wind and is cool alone, and the yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the sunset. It was unusual at that time to have a bad sleep when you were drunk, and to gamble on books and pour tea.
Yellow leaves fly freely in the air, and then fall, and the golden floor is full of warmth and sadness. It is already late autumn, and the west wind blows, and the coolness comes slowly from the gap of the wind, which cools the season, the world and the poet's melancholy heart.
A lonely and cold autumn, a dying sun, a lonely window and a pair of melancholy eyes. Lonely thoughts come quietly, and acacia is everywhere, interacting with poetry. It turns out that nostalgia is a kind of painful poetry, and it is the lingering of the old days. Sad but beautiful.
Once, that person went deep into the deepest part of life. Accompany through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the wind, frost, rain and snow, all over Qian Shan, experienced joys and sorrows. This kind of companionship has long been a habit, carved into the bone marrow. However, fate always tries its best to break everything after people get used to it. Isn't it? When we embrace our habits at the same time, we are slowly abandoning them. Then, after we have gone for a long time, on an autumn evening or a special occasion, we will take that habit out of the old storage bag, and the sweetness is mixed with sadness and silent nostalgia
Sometimes, nostalgia has a great power, which can make people cross over to just visit and reunite with the long-lost past. It is clearly in a lonely and cold autumn, but my thoughts live in a bright spring because of the power of homesickness. Meet people and things that belong to that spring day. In reality, people and things have experienced many vicissitudes. Only in nostalgia, things are different, and the appearance does not change, and the original appearance is fixed in the years. "I was shocked by the wine." One spring evening, my beloved and I stood in the wind with wine, got drunk and slept together. "Bet on books and tea." A gifted scholar and a beautiful woman, on a sunny afternoon, wrote poems together. When they were having fun, they accidentally knocked over the hot tea. Sweet tea and ink are fragrant, blending with each other for a long time. However, "Tao was unusual at that time." Ordinary little things can't be done anymore, because the beautiful woman has passed away, and the people left alone miss the original appearance of being frozen in autumn dusk for a period of time. Then I sighed with emotion. In desperation, I said lightly, "It was unusual to be a Taoist at that time."
A season, unchanged, a memory, an unchanging face, a sadness, and no lack of beauty. Discover a well-known secret in the depths of time. After a gust of wind, a beautiful poem with tears quietly condensed.