The whole poem is:
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in bloom next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different every year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.
All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms are in full bloom in the east of Luoyang, and the flowers are blown away by the wind. I don't know whose house collapsed. Luoyang girls love flowers and sigh when they meet dead leaves. The withering of flowers has changed the face this year. Who else will blossom next year? I've seen pines and cypresses wither into firewood, and I've heard that Woye has become the sea. The dead can't go back to the eastern suburb of Luoyang, and the living still sigh at the falling wind.
How similar flowers bloom year after year, but with the passage of time, people's youth is no longer immortal. Tell those young people in their prime to pity this half-dead old man. Now his hair is all white, poor thing. However, he used to be a charming young man.
The old man with white hair once played with his son Wang Sun under the fragrant tree, singing and dancing before the flowers fell. He used to decorate the pool platform with splendid scenery like Ma Fang, who was advised by Guang Luquan in the Eastern Han Dynasty. He also painted clouds and immortals everywhere in the pavilion of his mansion. Now the old man with white head was once ill in bed and ignored. Where was the joy of singing and dancing in the past?
And how long can a beautiful woman's youthful beauty last? After a while, the crane's hair was unkempt and white as silk. Look at the old ballroom, only the birds at dusk are singing in the cold wind.
Extended data:
Pulsatilla Daibei is a quasi-ancient Yuefu poem. The title of the book is also called "The Whitehead Generation". Ode to a Bald Head is an old topic in Han Yuefu Hege. The woman who wrote ancient poems resolutely broke with the ungrateful man. Liu Xiyi wrote this poem "A Woman for an Old Man", lamenting that youth is perishable and wealth is impermanent. Novel conception, lyricism, beautiful language, harmonious phonology and high artistry. It was praised in the early Tang dynasty and has always been a famous article.
The first two sentences of the poem "Luoyang East Peach Blossoms, Who flies around" depict the late spring scenery of Luoyang East. Luoyang, the eastern capital of the Tang Dynasty, was very prosperous. These two sentences are the beginning of the poem. The yearning and nostalgia for beautiful spring scenery and young beauty, the sadness and regret for falling peaches and plums, and the perishable youth expressed below are all born from this.
The following ten sentences "Luoyang daughter is a good girl" describe the infinite feelings of young Luoyang daughter in the face of falling flowers all over the sky. What Luo Yang's daughter is sad about is actually the change of nature, which is associated with the brevity of beauty and the limitation of human life. The color of flowers has changed this year, but who will bloom next year? It shows the psychology of lamenting that beauty is easy to get old and life is impermanent because of the passage of spring.
The phrase "flowers are similar year after year, people are different year after year" expresses the sigh that youth is easy to get old and things are impermanent with beautiful, smooth and neat antithesis, and is full of poetic artistic conception and philosophy. According to the Liu Binke Biography, there is a saying:' Flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year. "Between his uncle and Song, he earnestly loved these two words, but promised not to do so.
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