The author is Ning Qin.
Ning Qin, a native of Hengyang, Huguang (now part of Hunan), was an official in the Ming Dynasty.
Half life has been windy and rainy, half life has been cold, and a cup of turbid wine is a toast to the passing years.
Looking back at the past half-life, it is seven parts bitter and three parts sweet.
The sunrise in the east wakes me up, but it cannot understand my heart as well as the sunset.
We say goodbye and never see each other again, and finally spend the spring and autumn alone.
Translation:
Half a lifetime of ups and downs, half a lifetime of hunger and cold, only a glass of wine to accompany the passage of youth, looking back on the past half of my life, what a taste of it There is bitterness and sweetness. Although there are seven parts sour and one part bitter, there are also three parts sweet. The sun rising from the east in the morning always urges people to get up, but it can never catch up with the sunset glow in the evening. It lingers like my mood and refuses to leave. Once the friendship in this world is gone, we will never see each other again, and in the end we will spend the rest of our lives alone.
Analysis:
The original text of "Half life is windy and rainy, half life is cold" comes from the online novel "Sword and Divine Comedy". The original sentence is Half life is windy and rainy, half body is injured, half of the sentence is not to hate, half of the heart is cold. Half of the life is full of wind and rain, half of the body is injured, half of the sentence is "don't hate" and half of the heart is desolate. It means that half of the life is going through wind and rain, ups and downs, and half of the body is injured. Even if I say half a sentence of "parting sorrow, don't hate", I only feel the desolation in my heart.
Half life has been windy and rainy, half life has been cold, a cup of turbid wine to toast the passing years. The whole poem comes from the lyrics of Ban Yang's "A Song of Love". What this song expresses is that people who have experienced the ups and downs of life have no hope for the rest of their lives. Too many extravagant hopes. At the same time, I also lost my emotional turmoil, and I just wanted to spend this life in an ordinary way. Half of my life has been windy and rainy, half of my life has been cold, and a cup of turbid wine is a toast to the passing years; looking back on the past half of my life, I feel seven parts bitter and three parts sweet.