Lyrics
Your tears are soft and hurt
The pale moon crescents and hooks the past
The night is too long and condensed into Frost
Who is in the attic in cold despair
The rain gently bounces on the vermilion window
My whole life is blown by the wind on paper
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The dream turns into a wisp of fragrance in the distance
The wind blows away your appearance
The chrysanthemums are covered with wounds
Your smile has turned yellow
The flowers are falling and the heart is broken
My thoughts are flowing quietly
The north wind is still in the dark night
Your shadow keeps cutting
Leave me alone
In pairs on the lake
The flowers have fallen into the evening and their splendor has fallen
The fate of the withered world is unbearable
I am worried about crossing the river and tearing my heart in half
I am afraid that you will not be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life
Whose country has the crazy sound of horse hooves
My military uniform is whistling and vicissitudes of life
The sky is slightly bright and you sigh softly
A night of melancholy is so euphemistic
The chrysanthemums are all over the ground with bruises
Your smile has turned yellow
The flowers are falling and the heart is broken
My thoughts are flowing quietly
The north wind is still in the dark night
Your shadow keeps cutting
Leave me alone
Twins on the lake
The chrysanthemums are covered with wounds
Your smile has turned yellow
The flowers are falling and people are heartbroken
My thoughts are flowing quietly
The north wind is still in the dark night
Your shadow keeps cutting
There is nothing left I'm lonely
Two on the lake
Lyric analysis
"Your tears are soft and hurt, and the pale moon crescents hook the past"
The crescent moon: from Song Anonymous's "The crescent moon shines on Kyushu, some families are happy and some are sad."
"The night is too long and condenses into frost. Who is freezing in the attic?" "Despair"
Attic: From Li Yu's "Speechless I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn"
"The rain gently bounces on the vermilion. The window has been blown away by the wind all my life on the paper."
The vermilion window: from Mao Pang's "The small bridal chamber with red windows and green doors, the freshly pressed jade grains are tender and goose yellow, and the half-green oranges are pitiful and fragrant." Qianqiu. Merits and faults, future generations will comment. Thousands of years later, your body will turn into dust, and your descendants will all be gone. Who will remember your greatness back then? Being able to write down one's life on paper and pass it down to future generations is enough to prove one's greatness. However, Qingfeng is illiterate, so why bother flipping through books. No matter how majestic you were during your lifetime, you will be unable to do anything about the breeze after your death.
"Dreams turn into a wisp of incense in the distance and float in the wind like you"
A wisp of incense: from "A Dream of Red Mansions" "Softly lined with spring grass, softly trailing a wisp of incense." Some people say that the dream turned into a wisp of wounds in the distance, but that’s not true. Combined with the following sentence? Drifting away in the wind? Your appearance. He knew that a strong man was far away, and when his ambitions met, a vision appeared in his subconscious, as if he saw the appearance of a beautiful woman.
"The flowers have fallen towards the evening, and the fate of the world is miserable in the bright and withered world"
Xiang Wan: from Li Shangyin's "Xiang Wan was also unwell and drove to Guyuan." Some people say that it is a flower. They also hold each other and the brilliance falls. It originally made sense. It said that two people's hearts are so beautiful that they will never be separated. But combined with the second sentence "The fate is miserable in the withering world", we know that it should be "the flower is late". It's late autumn, the flowers are withering, my sweetheart is about to go on an expedition, I'm worried! worry! worry!
"Don't cross the river to tear your autumn heart in half. I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life."
Autumn heart is split in two: from Wu Wenying's "Where can sorrow be synthesized? Leave the heart and go to autumn." ." Using the technique of splitting the characters, the word "sorrow" is separated, and the words "autumn" and "heart" are exactly the portrayal of the scene. In ancient poetry, "autumn" often refers to the desire for reunion and the feeling of loneliness and separation, while "heart" happens to be a true portrayal of the wife, so the scenes blend together without leaving any trace.
"The sound of horses' hooves is crazy. My military uniform is whistling and vicissitudes."
The sound of horses' hooves is crazy: from Shi Wenhui's "The talented scholar from Wuling has a new brocade robe, and the horse's hooves are trampling Qiong Yao grass." "This sentence is recognized as a favorite among men on the Internet. As the old saying goes, "The king, the minister, the minister", if the king wants his minister to die, he must die! Only by riding the horse and whipping the whip and dying, can one achieve a lifetime of fame!
"When the sky is slightly bright, you sigh softly, a night of melancholy is so euphemistic"
A night of melancholy: from Zhang Bi "Day dreams are caused by melancholy, and evening sorrows are mostly caused by separation." This The gentle sigh is as melodious as the sound of a piano, containing helplessness, affection, and melancholy...
"The chrysanthemums are all over the ground, your smile has turned yellow, the flowers have fallen, and my heart is broken. My thoughts are flowing quietly" < /p>
Heartbroken: From Ma Zhiyuan, "Withered vines and old trees, crows are dim, people's homes are under small bridges and flowing water, the old road is westerly wind and thin horses, the sun sets in the west, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world." People are thinner than yellow flowers! People are thinner than yellow flowers! ! .
"Chrysanthemum" in ancient times not only meant parting, but also meant missing and mourning. This sentence uses the rhetorical technique of "synaesthesia" to confuse the "yellow of chrysanthemums" with the "yellow of smiles", but it is natural and profound. It makes people feel that the warm smile is gradually fading away and going away. Sad and touching emotions are revealed naturally.
"The north wind is turbulent in the night, and your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone in pairs on the lake."
Ye Weiyang: from "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Ting Liao" "How is the night?" The night is still young. The court is burning with light. When the gentleman comes, the sound of the luan will come. "The lyrics just came out are: "The leaves are swaying slightly in the north wind, leaving me alone as frost on the lake." At that time, I felt that it should be Ye Weiyang. The last night before parting is always the most precious. If it were during the day, there would be less sorrow and more hesitation in ambition! Frost on the lake is a very good saying, it means turning into a watchful stone, independent in the cold autumn. Fang Wenshan wrote "double", which is even more wonderful! Reflected in the lake, only it is paired with me, so helpless and resentful. The master is indeed something that we, the common people, can’t even hope to match.