Problem description:
"When the sun goes down, I often sit in the shade of that old oak tree on that sad mountain ..."
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Analysis:
lonely
When the sun goes down, I am often full of sadness.
Sitting in the shade of an old oak tree on a high mountain;
I often look at vilen from a distance and look in all directions.
I saw a changeable picture from my feet.
Here, the choppy river makes a low cry.
Winding to the front, disappearing in the distance of confusion;
There, the calm lake rippled with dreams,
The evening star rose from the water to the sky.
On the top of the mountain surrounded by dense forests,
Twilight still casts the last ray of light,
The moon in gauze, the queen in darkness,
Born Ran Ran dyed the edge of the sky white.
From south to north, from east to west, from a mountain
To another mountain, my eyes searched in vain,
I look around this vast land in all directions,
I can't help but sigh: there is no happiness waiting for me everywhere.
Whether the sun's orbit begins or ends,
I gave it a cold look when it moved;
In a cloudy and clear sky, it either sinks in the west or rises in the east.
What does the sun have to do with me? I have no expectations for these years.
Even if you can travel endlessly with it,
My eyes will only see the desert and nothingness everywhere;
I don't want to get anything from everything it shines on;
I know nothing about this infinite universe.
However, outside the limits of its orbit,
Ah, there is a real sun that illuminates another heaven in the sky.
Once I leave my body,
Maybe my dream happiness will appear in front of my eyes!
There, I may be intoxicated by the clear spring I long for,
There, I may get hope and love again,
Get it again, and every soul is looking forward to it.
And there is no hollow reputation when living in the world, that kind of happiness!
Since I can't fly to you at dawn,
Ah, the hazy scene in my dream,
Why should I stay in the world?
The world and I really have nothing in common.
When the yellow leaves in the forest fall on the grass,
When the evening breeze strikes, it immediately rolls the fallen leaves from the valley to the sky;
And I, I'm like this dead leaf:
Ah, just take me away like a dead leaf, violent north wind!