September in lunar calendar is the last month of ancient autumn, especially for late autumn or late autumn. Although there is a festival, Chongyang, if it is sunny, it is no less beautiful than early spring. However, spring is a vigorous breath, while autumn is bleak.
At this time, the sky is crisp, there are geese flying south, red leaves on the mountain and yellow flowers everywhere, but there is a kind of loneliness and loneliness that spring does not have, because the melancholy of spring seems to be the beauty of spring flowers, with an endless unknown future, and late autumn is a kind of silence, which makes people think of the past and feel sad when they are old. This autumn's melancholy is not strong, but it is long, and it is as cold as dew for an instant, which stimulates people's hearts. Just like Dai Wangshu's worry.
"It's acacia in the far sea, and it's lonely autumn sorrow."
Yan, the son of Yan Shu, a famous figure in Song Dynasty, was born in a rich and gentle place. But like Jia Baoyu, 18-year-old father died and his family came down. Life has been a huge watershed since I was eighteen, and then I have been struggling for a living and being down and out for half my life. However, at the age of 0/4,/kloc-became a scholar. He is more energetic and proud than Jia Baoyu. He is a real down-and-out aristocrat. No matter where he is in life, there is a kind of tenderness in his bones. Even tears flow with a smile.
That's all. I put up with it. Although I couldn't bear it, I still laughed and cried.
"Autumn wind is not as good as spring breeze, and Jin Ying grows old all night.
Who will die with music,
Only geese lean against the moon and shine on the mountain.
The existence of the double star Old Testament year after year makes people laugh and change their feelings.
Infinite is infinite,
Xiao Yun said bitterly, with a low eyebrow. "Young corn poppy, autumn wind is not as good as spring breeze.
Although Yan was still a scholar at the age of 14, the political situation in North Korea changed due to the death of his father. Once every emperor was a courtier, there were more jealous people. Yan lost his father's protection in his official career, and he was very frank. However, because a song and a poem were forcibly attached by political opponents, they were jailed. Although he was acquitted by Song Shenzong, his future was also affected. Although he was born a scholar, he can only be a small official, or even a deputy or staff of a local official.
Among them, he served as the chief judge of the Ganning army, which was in Hebei and belonged to the border during the Tang and Song Dynasties. Yan is an army judge. He is thousands of miles away from his hometown of Jiangxi or Beijing.
This word should be written by Li Shangyin.
Chrysanthemums in the north wither earlier because of the cold autumn wind.
"The autumn wind is not as good as the spring breeze, and the golden eagle grows old all night."
This sentence has a quiet and sad taste, but it sounds elegant, like a friend laughing and teasing. Qiu Guang is sometimes better than spring, but autumn wind doesn't bloom overnight like spring wind. In this case, bloom has lost bloom, and the autumn wind blows away chrysanthemums overnight. The problem is that there are not many flowers in autumn, so what will happen to this flower in the future?
Why is autumn bleak?
"Who wants to work with Song? Weiyan leans against the moon and shines on the mountain. "
Autumn in the north is colder. It is said that autumn is the best place to climb high and look far, but the wind in the north blows everyone indoors.
It's just me, climbing up at night.
Only a curved moon shines on Guan Shanxue in the distance, and geese fly south, flying across the sky.
Is it early morning or dusk? It's morning. Because the wind blew all night last night, Yan couldn't sleep well and got up at midnight.
The words in this poem are very light, as if it were a person's whisper. If you don't go deep, you won't think it is on the edge of the wind and frost at all. This is where Yan can easily lift his weight. He didn't write about the cold, and he didn't say about the cold at the border, but in fact this is the barracks frontier fortress.
"The Double Star Old Testament exists every year, and the smile changes."
On that day, the world was still in the Milky Way, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were always in the sky. Their annual meeting will never change. This is their necessity. It's just that they will laugh at the fact that there is no meeting agreement like them in the world. That's why they are gods and we are mortals.
"A certain period of time is uncertain, and it is also a low eyebrow to say that you hate Xiaoyun."
The two stars in the sky are fixed for a certain period of time, but the parting between people, when they agreed to go back for reunion, has not arrived for various reasons.
Li Shangyin said that when you asked about the untimely return date, the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening, while here in Yan, knowing the untimely return date, you spent the night in the ancient border town.
There are return dates and expectations, but it is difficult to make them happen and come true. Isn't this indefinite? And it hurts more than life, because all expectations have failed.
"It is also a low eyebrow to say that I hate Xiaoyun."
It is said that Yan has well-known singers, such as Xiao Yun and He. But what is their relationship is unknown. Because officials were not allowed to associate with prostitutes in the Song Dynasty, but official prostitutes were not among them. Or this is the singer that Yan is familiar with. He sang Yan's songs and became bosom friends with each other.
Then I'll write these down and ask Xiaoyun to sing. I'm afraid she'll be sad when she sings.
But this word is obviously written about his sadness that he can't go home to reunite at the border. This kind of sadness is not biting, the surface is faint, and the reality is rich. He is doing what he should do, and he has no complaints. Just self-mockery and self-harm. He was trapped by fate and time.
Then the other one is very interesting, talking about Sifu or his wife.
"Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, thousands of miles away.
Where the clouds go, no letter will return to the flood.
Where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.
I can't write gradually, and I am deeply immersed in this feeling.
Red notes are colorless. "Yan Dao Ji" Philip Burkart people, autumn night with red leaves and yellow flowers "
What is obvious here is the late autumn scenery that is not at the border, either in Jiangxi or in the capital. It has a strong autumn color.
"Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, thousands of miles away."
In late autumn, the red-leaf trees and yellow flowers all over the city are gorgeous and cool. The chrysanthemum here will not grow old overnight, but it will only make people feel that its beautiful scenery is unaccompanied, because her lover and husband are thousands of miles away.
What is the so-called beauty? Who is happy?
She couldn't help thinking of her husband.
"The clouds are gone, so there is no letter for Hong. Where can I send books? "
Looking up at the clouds in the sky, no wild goose brought back his letter. Where is he? There is no clear statement about who I should write and send it to.
Yan often makes a living in his official career, and he is not an official, but a senior worker. There were many places that ancient postal services could not reach, and even if they could reach them, they were delayed. Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty missed his wife's serious illness because of an errand in other places, and didn't get the news until her wife was buried.
Yan will be in this situation all his life. There is no postal service in some places, so he can't write and receive letters to his family.
However, women know that they can't send it, but they still have to write it.
"Tears are endless,
Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. "
Look at this woman, full of acacia, crying in the wind. She found a way to get rid of it. She is going to write to him and tell him how much she misses him and cares about him. When grinding ink, tears drop into the inkstone.
"I can't write it out gradually, and I am deeply immersed in this feeling.
Red notes are colorless. "
This is a typical affectionate language between husband and wife. Gradually write down another sentence or leave, tears can no longer be suppressed.
Tears soaked the red letterhead and made it colorless.
I can't write this letter anymore, because the letter paper has been damaged by tears and I can't send it because there is no address.
But this is the anxiety, loneliness and sadness of a homesick woman.
When Yan worked in the north, her family was already poor. It is also the desolation of this reality that makes lovesickness and sincerity of feelings more obvious. He was at the old border all night, sad that he couldn't go home. She is worried that her husband has no place to send letters in the late autumn when there are yellow flowers everywhere.
Yan has no grief, only sadness and deep disappointment. In fact, his poems are all works of suffering, but there is a kind of implication and gentleness of the declining aristocracy. That kind of sadness is more touching, more lasting, affectionate and mellow.
The first coat is better than snow to explain the love and beauty in the poem for you.