It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Translation:
It's hard to meet each other, and it's even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.
Untitled is a love poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, with the theme of parting between men and women. The first couplet of this poem is a sigh of extreme lovesickness. First, it is said that it is rare to meet each other and it is embarrassing to leave. Then, I was troubled by the feeling of leaving acacia symbolized by the powerlessness of flowers, and my mood was low. Zhuan Xu wrote his infatuation and bitterness and his unrequited love pursuit by symbolic means, saying that love is deep and dignified, and life and death depend on each other; The neckband imagines the life scene of the object you miss, which means staying away from others, being close to each other and showing the meaning of caring and cherishing; William said that they are not far apart, but it is difficult to meet and communicate with each other. I hope someone can send a message and say hello. The word "don't" is the crowning touch of the whole poem, which is profound but not obscure, gorgeous and natural, with sad and beautiful feelings.