Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
On the moonlit night, Su Shi, an dwarf pine, married Wang Fu of the same county at the age of 19, and later went out to Shu to be an official. Husband and wife are good at harps and harps, and there is sweetness in bitterness. Ten years later, Wang Fu died and was buried in his hometown Zuying. This word was written by Su Shi ten years after Wang Fu's death after he had a dream in Mizhou. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, the emotional bond is knotted and exists forever. The phrase "never forget" seems ordinary, but it is heartfelt and sincere.
"Don't think" is extremely heartless, and "self-destruction" is a life-and-death contract of getting pregnant without tasting one day. This feeling is deeply buried in my heart and it is hard to get rid of it. I am used to the loving words of "I don't think for a day, but I gather my eyebrows a thousand degrees" (Liu Yong). Looking at Su Shi's poems again, we can feel that they are writing emotional types at different stages of life. The former is the feeling of youth, passionate and romantic, but easy to fade. The latter is a normal relationship between husband and wife who have been living together for life after entering middle age. Like daily life, it is bland, yet light and eternal, long and profound. Su Shi has always appreciated the artistic style of "dry outside and paste inside, seemingly light but beautiful in fact", and this is exactly the feeling expressed in this word, so he can never die.
Another noteworthy point of this word is that the encounter between husband and wife in this dream clearly marks the difference between life and death. Wang Fu in Sakura Dream is "Xiao Xuan window, dressing up", just like a young woman who has not been married for a long time. Her image is beautiful and brings out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. But the changes in the world in the past decade, especially the psychological trauma, are obvious to both sides.
Su Shi's mood is very old because of the ups and downs of his official career and his running from north to south. When Wang Fu met Su Shi, he was also "caring for each other without words, only tears", as if he were talking about the infinite grief after "Where are you going?" The hardships of life also have a potential and far-reaching impact on unconscious dreams. In the last three sentences, I imagined the loneliness and sadness of my dead wife buried in the ground. In fact, two hearts are interlinked, and the living miss the dead more.
2. What grasses are there in Su Dongpo's sad poems?
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Ding Fengbo
On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
Ruan Langgui in Early Summer
Green locust, high willow, swallows, new cicadas, the wind first enters the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.
After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.
Quail day
The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder.
Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
Yu Meiren has a beautiful hall to tell the story of the past.
Hushanxin is a beauty in the southeast, with a distance of thousands of miles. How soon will your majesty come back? It makes your majesty drunk.
Who sings at the beginning of the Shahetang lantern festival? In the dead of night, there is only one bright moon in Liuli Bi.
Drunk, left Beijing to work
Light clouds and moonlight awakened the ship at the beginning of the second watch. The lonely city looks back at the light smoke. When you remember a song, you don't remember the season.
The towel slipped on the rattan bed, and no one said anything. When will this life drift and rest in peace? Home is in the southwest, longing for the southeast.
Nanxiangzi sent a story about the past.
Looking back at the chaotic mountains and rivers, I saw no one in the city. Who is like the tower pavilion on Linping Mountain, welcoming guests to the west?
When I get home at night, it will be clear that a cold dream cannot come true. The residual lamp shines obliquely tonight, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear.
The plum blossom ci of Nanxiangzi, and Yang Su.
The cold birds are full of hedges, vying to hold Han Ke to see the jade shovel. Suddenly, I saw the guests sitting under the flowers, flying around in surprise and spilling Fang Ying's wine.
Drunk and poetic, a drunk without a blanket. The flowers have withered, the wine cellar is spring, and it's leaving. It's a little sour. It's taken root.
3. What grasses are there in Su Dongpo's sad poems?
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone.
It has cleared up, pretending to be the word. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Ruan Langgui returned to the early summer, and the green locust was high and the willow was high, and the new cicada swallowed it.
Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep. After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed.
Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round. Partridge forest breaks the hidden wall of mangosteen, cicada grass pond.
When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset.
Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. There is a beautiful hall in Yu Meiren to present the ancient lakes and mountains, which is a beautiful scenery in the southeast, and it is thousands of miles away at first sight.
How soon will your majesty come back? It makes your majesty drunk. Who sings at the beginning of the Shahetang lantern festival?
In the dead of night, there is only one bright moon in Liuli Bi. Drunk, leaving Beijing, the clouds are light and the moon is light, and the ship wakes up at the beginning of the second watch.
The lonely city looks back at the light smoke. When you remember a song, you don't remember the season.
The towel slipped on the rattan bed, and no one said anything. When will this life drift and rest in peace?
Home is in the southwest, longing for the southeast. Nanxiangzi sent Shugu to look back at the chaotic mountains. He saw not people but cities.
Who is like the tower pavilion on Linping Mountain, welcoming guests to the west? When I get home at night, it will be clear that a cold dream cannot come true.
The residual lamp shines obliquely tonight, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear. The plum blossom ci of Nanxiangzi, and Yang Su.
The cold birds are full of hedges, vying to hold Han Ke to see the jade shovel. Suddenly, I saw the guests sitting under the flowers, flying around in surprise and spilling Fang Ying's wine.
Drunk and poetic, a drunk without a blanket. The flowers have withered, the wine cellar is spring, and it's leaving. It's a little sour. It's taken root.
4. Sad poem "Jiangchengzi"-Su Shi was born and died for ten years.
Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. This poem was written by Su Shi, a writer and politician in the Northern Song Dynasty, in memory of his late wife Wang Fu, and it has been passed down through the ages because of its sincere and profound feelings.
Wang Fu married Su Shi at the age of 16. He is proficient in poetry and books, smart and quiet. When he first married Su Shi, he never said he was studying. After marriage, whenever Su Shi reads a book, she stays with her all day. Su Shi occasionally forgets, so she reminds him from the side.
When Su Shi associates with visitors, Wang Fu often stands behind the screen and listens to the conversation. Later, she told Su Shi her summary and views on a person's temperament. As a result, everything is normal, so she can be called Su Shi's wife. Wang Fu took great care of Su Shi, and the two of them had deep feelings and loving each other.
In the second year of the Northern Song Dynasty (1065), Wang Fu died of illness in Kaifeng at the age of 27. Su Shi was working in Kaifeng History Museum at that time. Later, because of disagreement with Wang Anshi who promoted the new law, he was framed by Yushi when he was an official in Kaifeng and was released to Hangzhou. Song Shenzong Xining seven years (1074), Ren Mizhou.
On the twentieth night of the first month of the following year, Su Shi dreamed of meeting his dead wife in his hometown in Mizhou, and woke up with great grief. He remembers that his wife has been dead for ten years, and he is 40 years old. During these ten years, he was repeatedly hit politically, running around, and his inner desolation was nowhere to tell, so he wrote his thoughts about his dead wife in his poems.