First, the world is infinite, and it is impossible to draw a sad picture.
These two sentences are from "Looking at Jinling at Night" by Gao Chan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows:
I used to accompany the clouds to dusk, and I still accompany the sunset to the autumn sound. There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.
Appreciate:
There are countless painters in the world, but they can't draw their own inner sadness. Such sadness is really extreme. Gao Chan was not a first-rate poet in the Tang Dynasty. Some people have never even heard of his name, but this poem is very popular, especially the last two sentences, which made me fall in love as soon as I read it.
The first two sentences of this poem are about clouds floating in the evening. Through the description of the scenery, it shows the ups and downs of the sad atmosphere, and the last two sentences are even more sad and happy. Some people say that this is because the author saw the decline of Jinling City in the twilight, foresaw the precarious and irreversible decline of the Tang Dynasty, and felt bitter but helpless, so he wrote such a poem.
Secondly, I want to say that I still have a rest, but it is a cool autumn.
From the ugly slave by Xin Qiji, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, in the middle wall of Shuboshan Road, the word reads:
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I say it's a cool autumn.
Appreciate:
Xin Qiji worked hard all his life to regain lost ground, but the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty, which was in a corner, could not give him a chance to display it. Many of Xin Qiji's poems reflect deep sadness about his home country, and this one is also my favorite.
When he was a teenager, Xin Qiji always liked to climb high and look far and express his thoughts in order to write lyrics. In fact, he is a little melodramatic, sighing every day and looking sad, but he is just pretending. But after experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world, I once again tasted the sorrow of the world. When I want to say sadness, I can't say anything. I can only say lightly: what a cold, cold autumn!
It is impossible to have such a thorough understanding without experiencing great sorrow, vicissitudes of life and everything in the world. True sadness is indescribable.