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The human face is nowhere to be seen, and the green waves are still flowing eastward.
[Translation] My beautiful sweetheart, where are you? I only see the river still flowing eastward.
Just do business. The wild geese are like fish in the water, and it is difficult to convey this feeling of melancholy.
The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hook. The human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward.
2. Notes:
Red paper: silk paper printed with red lines. Mostly refers to love letters.
Hongyan: wild goose.
According to the "Book of Han (Biography of Su Shi)", the Han Dynasty sent envoys to request the Huns to release Su Wu. The Xiongnu Chanyu deceived the Han envoys, saying that Su Wu was dead. The envoys of the Han Dynasty used their own methods to treat the people themselves, and deceived Shanyu by saying that the emperor of the Han Dynasty shot down a swallow flying from the north while hunting. There was a silk book tied to his foot, which was written by Su Wu. Chanyu had no choice but to let Su Wu go. Chisu is a piece of silk used for writing in ancient times, usually one foot long. The ancient Yuefu "Yinma Great Wall Grottoes" contains: "A guest came from afar and left me a pair of carp. Hu'er cooked the carp, and there was a ruler in the book." Therefore, the ancients had "Yan Zu Zhuan Shu" and "Yu Zhuan" Ruler element" statement.
Curtain hook: a copper hook for hanging curtains, this refers to windows.
Human Face: Use the allusion of "Human Face Peach Blossom". According to Tang Meng's "Emotions and Poems", the poet Cui Hu was in Qingming. When Cui Hu returned to his place, there was no one at the door. Cui Hu sadly wrote a poem on the left side of the door. Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City": "The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still laugh at the east wind."
3. Translation 1:
The red letter raft is filled with dense words Small print
Speaking of a lifetime of lovesickness
Swan geese flying high in the clouds
Fishes floating in the water
It makes people sad Ah
It’s hard to send this deep feeling of mine
I stand alone in the west building in the setting sun
The distant mountains are just opposite to my hanging curtain hook
< p> I wonder where she is now, the beautiful girl?The green wave still flows eastward day and night.
Translation 2:
The light red letterhead is filled with small words, expressing a lifetime of love. But the geese that carried the message were in the clouds and the fish were in the water, so it was difficult to send the letter. As the sun set, I leaned against the west tower alone, with the distant mountains blocking my view. I don’t know where my sweetheart has gone, I only see the river still flowing eastward.
Translation 3:
The red letterhead is filled with densely packed small characters, expressing my lifelong longings to the fullest. The geese are in the sky and the fish are in the water. It's so melancholy. It's hard to send my thoughts to you.
As the sun set in the west, I climbed up to the west building alone, with the distant mountains facing the window behind me. Beautiful sweetheart, where are you? I only see the river flowing eastward.
Translation 4:
The dense small regular script written on the red paper expresses the meaning of lifelong love. The geese are flying high in the sky, the fish are swimming at the bottom of the water, the geese are disappearing and the fish are sinking, it is really sad - who will deliver this love letter written with my tenderness and sweetness?
As the sun set, I climbed up to the west tower alone and leaned on the railing to look out. The distant mountains were right in front of the curtain hook, blocking my sight and only adding to my worries. I don't know where the man has gone, but the green waves in front of the building are still flowing eastward.
4. In Yan Shu’s life, he saw that he had no choice but to see the flowers fall away, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow rustling sounds on the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer.
5. This is a work of love. The poem embodies emotions in the scenery, using light scenery to describe deep sorrow, saying that the green mountains are always there and the green water is always flowing, but the person I love has nowhere to go; although there are geese in the sky and fish in the water, they cannot be for themselves. Passing letters, so melancholy.
The first part of the poem is lyrical. The sentence that starts with "The small characters on the red paper can tell everything about ordinary business" seems to be plain, but in fact it contains countless love affairs and infinite emotions. Red paper is a kind of exquisite small red paper that can be used to write poems and write letters. The protagonist in the poem used this kind of paper to write densely packed small characters, expressing his lifelong love for each other. Obviously, the other party is not an ordinary friend, but a close friend who loves each other deeply.
Three or four sentences express the frustration of being unable to convey the letter after it was written. The ancients said that "the goose's feet pass the book" and "the fish passes the rule". The former is found in the "Book of Han? Su Wu Zhuan", and the latter is found in the ancient poem "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes" (Guests Come from Afar), which is a poem. Commonly used allusions. The author uses the concept of "swan geese in the clouds and fish in the water" to show that they cannot be driven to deliver letters and slips, so "it is difficult to express this feeling of melancholy". The fortune code is new, and it adds a lot of charm compared to the phrases such as "It's hard to break up a good thing".
The film transitions from lyrical to scenic description. The period "setting sun" indicates the time, place and people's activities. The red sun is tilted to the west, and the slanting light shines on the lonely figure looking out from the top of the building. The scene is already very desolate, and the distant peaks block the sight of the sad person, cutting off the distance. The news is even more depressing. The sentence "The distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hooks", from a symbolic point of view, also means that two emotions are opposite but separated from each other by a distance.
Leaning against the building and gazing into the distance was originally meant to express sorrow, but now it has added a layer of melancholy. Judging from the lyrical technique, it has added another layer of twist.
The last two sentences are adapted from Cui Hu's poem "Nanzhuang of the Capital City": "The human face does not know where to go, the peach blossoms still laugh at the east wind", with slight changes, giving people a sense of more than enough. The green water may once have reflected the flower-like human face. Now, the flowing water is still in the eyes, but the human face is nowhere to be seen. Only the feeling of lovesickness follows the flowing water and goes eastward.
The sea of ????people is vast, the mountains are high and the water is vast, and I don’t know where my sweetheart is. The feeling of lovesickness drifts eastward slowly. The whole poem uses light scenes to describe deep feelings, and is profound and subtle, creating an artistic conception full of separation and sorrow, expressing the long-lasting feelings of a distant lover in a euphemistic, delicate and touching way.
This poem uses the setting sun, distant mountains, human faces, green water, red paper, curtain hooks and other objects to create an artistic conception full of separation and sorrow, and expresses the emotional waves contained in the poet's heart in a graceful way. Delicate and touching. The whole poem is light and affectionate, elegant and calm, which fully reflects the poet's unique artistic style.
6. This poem describes the longing for a lover who has traveled far away. It is one of Yan Shu’s most popular poems. The first part of the poem focuses on lyricism. The first two sentences are about repairing books and sending them far away, and expressing feelings for rulers. "Red Paper" is an exquisite small red letterhead. Three or four lines of writing convey the main idea with a sudden change of direction. According to ancient legends, geese can deliver letters with their feet on the belly of a fish. The second part of the poem is a lyrical description of the scene. Change the first two sentences and write about leaning on the building and looking into the distance, blocked by the Cangshan Mountain, and there is no trace of the beautiful lady. On the surface, this is a description of the scene, but in fact, it expresses the feeling of missing each other. The last sentence "I don't know where the human face is, but the green waves are still flowing eastward." It points out the meaning of lovesickness. It writes about the emptiness and melancholy of a person whose face is far away and has passed away with the green waves. The image of "green waves" also vaguely expresses the poet's deep and long love, separation and hatred, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. This "green wave" image, which combines love with the scenery, is peaceful and peaceful, giving people a long and distant aftertaste. At the same time, the flowing water is used as a metaphor for the author's longing and melancholy.
This poem embodies feelings in the scenery, expressing sadness through the scenery, looking into the distance and cherishing people. The moon shines brightly on the distant mountains, and the green water flows forever, but my lover is nowhere to be found. Even the geese in the sky and the fish swimming in the water cannot convey this deep longing for me, so I feel extremely melancholy. The whole poem is implicit and meaningful, and the language is light and affectionate. It is one of Yan Shu's most popular poems.
The small print on the paper is all about smooth business. "The light red letterhead is filled with densely packed small print, and every word is affectionate, telling the endless love for your lover.
?"The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It is difficult to convey this feeling of melancholy." The wild geese spread their wings and soar in the clouds, and the fish play happily in the water. I am the only one who is full of melancholy. It is difficult to convey this feeling through letters.
, the distant mountain is just opposite the curtain hook. "As the sun sets, I lean on the west building alone, and the mountain peak in the distance is just opposite to the half-shaped crescent moon by the window.
?"The human face is nowhere to be seen, and the green water is still flowing eastward." The missing sweetheart is nowhere to be found, and only the green river water is still flowing eastward.
The whole poem is meaningful, subtle, and full of emotions, which is exactly the style of Yan Shu's graceful poems.
7. After reading Yan Shu’s poem “Qing Ping Le”, the first thing that came to my mind was this sentence again. I think that when the two were in love, it was "a scoop of three thousand water", but now "I don't know where to look", the three thousand weak water is like a green wave, covering the water and flowing eastward. Things have changed and people have changed. Can the past really be swept away and written off?
"The small words on the red paper mean that the business is smooth." In the past, the romance between men and women should have been much simpler than now, right? The exquisite letterhead and delicate small characters can capture the love between two people so vividly. What a delicate and exquisite love this is! The water flows slowly, but it is inevitable to suffer the pain of parting. We gather in a hurry and disperse in a hurry. There is no timetable for gathering and separation. The bits and pieces of the past written on the red paper seem to tell the story of the vicissitudes of the past.
The swans pass the message, but the longing travels in the sea of ??clouds and drifts with the wind; the plum blossoms are sent by post, but the fragrance of the plum blossoms is broken, and the wait is far away; the fish passes the ruler, the green wave does not understand the pain of lovesickness, and goes eastward alone . I was left alone and melancholy, leaning on the west tower, looking at the green mountains in the distance. The sun was setting in the west. When the wild goose came back, the moon should be full on the west tower. The flowers have been adjusted, the water flows by itself, and the moon is like a curtain hook. It hooks the clothes of people passing by but cannot hook them. After the storm, where does "Begonia remain the same"? Since we parted ways, it has been hard to express our feelings, as we have become "green, fat, red and thin".
"On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don't know where the human faces are, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." I just blame the peach blossoms for not understanding the style and disturbing my heart. "On Yuan Ye last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. The moon was on the willow branches, and people were meeting after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and the lights were still the same. I didn't see the people from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves were filled with tears." Is it because the lanterns don't understand the sorrow of separation? Or is Yuan Xiaoyue deliberately messing with people? Why is the lamp still there and the moon still there, but the human face is nowhere to be seen? The rain of parasol trees on the autumn night beats my heart, making me sleepless all night long. Look at the red candle in the orchid hall, swaying uncertainly, "the heart is long but the flame is short, and it sheds tears to others." At this time of helplessness, I hope that the sorrow of separation can flow quietly eastward like a green wave, so that it will not linger up and down between the eyebrows.
The world is unpredictable and people’s hearts are hard to keep. One night the west wind blew down the green leaves from the trees; when I climbed up to the tall building alone, I could see the vast road to the end of the world. "If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are wide." When we are together, you and I are just a drift in the weak water of three thousand; when we are separated, you and I can only let it overwhelm the water and be unable to recover. Since ancient times, there seems to be a certain number of origins and annihilations. Why should we worry about whether they will gather or disperse?
8. There are many things in our lives that we always know how to go after we have gone through them; there are many people who always know how to love after we have loved them. The heart gradually grows old in the process of sublimation, and the pace slowly staggers in progress. There is a saying that "the human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward."
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Desire is deeper than water, and the river is wider than steps. Outside of life, there is no boat to ferry, and no soul to travel. I don’t know how many people can see the end of desire. We explore and look around in the bizarre temptations... Can the tears of enlightenment in this world make up for the lost time?
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I believe that there is true love, but I don’t believe that a long-lasting vow can support the most vivid love. I believe that love can last for a long time, but I don’t believe that forever is far away; what is forever? Woolen cloth? After fifty years, what will never be separated? What is never forgotten? In just fifty years, all the promises and all that have been made will eventually turn into smoke and clouds on a starless and moonless night. After the ashes disappear, who will tell me forever... Because I am in the world of mortals, so I I am used to being troubled by others, I am used to breaking out of my cocoon and becoming a butterfly, I am used to chasing the feeling I want without any hesitation. Just like a friend around me is used to escaping from one siege, shouting for life and death before jumping into the next siege, endlessly, as if he has long been accustomed to the reincarnation of love...
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In fact, in my opinion, no matter love, be loved, or be in love with each other, in the end, once the story begins, no matter how twists and turns, it is only gradually approaching the end. , when love completes the transformation of family affection, love no longer has passion. Of course I understand that all beautiful appearances are just to disappear and be missed. If there is a meeting that makes me tremble and burn, it is just to have an unforgettable separation. I would rather not see it.
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?There are always some sparse forests that will lose all their leaves, there are always some dreams that will be buried deep from now on, there are always some lives that insist on changing colors alone in the shadows, just like The promise I made back then. Rationality is a natural chasm between emotion and responsibility, which cannot be crossed or turned back. If some people choose to abandon, it is destined that some people choose to escape. I believe that when spring comes and spring comes back, the flowers will bloom again. Even in the alleys full of fallen flowers, I will sigh: Fortunately, it is only the flowers that wither, not the spring.
9. There is a poem in the Tang Dynasty that goes: "The human face does not know where to go? The peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze." Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty adapted this sentence and turned it into "The human face does not know where to go, the green Waves still flow eastward." There are peach blossoms, smiles, and spring breeze in the poems of the Tang Dynasty; there are green waves and eastward flow in the poems of the Song Dynasty. Yan Shu embodies a kind of sadness about parting in human affairs. His thoughts are long and his hatred is long. All the deep sorrows are gone with the flowing water. Love changes with things or with love. The world is not always so perfect. We gather and disperse in a hurry. , no matter how lively the gathering is, it is inevitable that they will eventually turn around and disperse.
I don’t know if it is due to some deep or shallow fate that people meet each other. Many hidden chances and coincidences led to this moment of acquaintance among the crowd. In the vast world of human beings, these two people met each other, and because of this, the two lives were connected together. It cannot but be said to be fate. From the moment we met, there was more joy and expectation in our lives, and our hearts began to throb because of it. Many beautiful scenery and tender feelings have entered life, just like the night after the clouds have dispersed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the golden stars twinkling and jumping in the sky appear against the dark night sky, just like the feeling in my heart. A pair of gentle eyes. The stars in the sky are bright, and the heart is full of joy... With the joy of regaining new knowledge, the heart will become very low in front of the confidant. In the soil of the heart, a green seedling will grow brightly. , fresh and cute. People are tightly wrapped in gentle thoughts, and become grateful and calm. It seems that every inch of willow silk in front of them is the tenderness that sways the spring breeze. Following the breeze in the ears, they sing softly about youth, counting the flowers falling in their dreams. How much, without fear, without words or intentions, just calmly waiting for the gift of life. In the dream, there is the fragrance of blooming crape myrtle, the melodiousness of caressing the strings of the piano, and the elegance of flying skirts. There will be a sense of gratitude in my heart for no reason, thanking each other for cherishing each other.
Because of the current encounter, the previous waiting in life seems to have been given value and meaning again, creating a layer of magnificent and charming brilliance on the originally colorless life. In the days to come, the seeds of hope have also faintly taken root. As the years go by, joy gradually grows, and branches and leaves emerge in the dusk of memory. The emotion is enveloped in the golden twilight mist, the peach blossoms are shining brightly, every time the wind passes by, the branches nod and gesture, they all understand each other.
However, the gatherings in life are extremely short-lived. When we were young, we could not feel separation until we were scattered like flowers to the end of the world, even if our partners were still there, even if the old house and The backyard is still there, but the mood can no longer return to the innocence of childhood. There is actually a touch of sadness. While the years have brought us new moods, they have also taken away some of the ignorance. Fearless. I can no longer sit on the steps and look at the stars in the night sky with my face raised, I can no longer wander on the paths in the deserted garden until the sun goes down, I can no longer laugh and go home together, no more, no more Now...
After I first met someone, another set of experiences with people began. Before I could sort out the messy memories of yesterday, someone pushed the door open and entered. There was no room for your shyness and anger. The fragrance of first acquaintance has already rippled through the hair, and the pink peach blossom has bloomed in the heart. Then through the ups and downs of emotions, the heart begins to accept and contain it, like a delicate flower bud gently swaying, The faint fragrance floats, and the small garden becomes dusk.
When a certain period of time can never be found again, we will wonder whether the past has forgotten us, or whether the world has changed, the sea has changed, the sun and the moon have risen and fallen, and the water has fallen. At a certain point in life, Someone takes away the warmth you know, leaving behind permanent sighs and longing. If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? Even if you really want to stay, you will still follow. Walking forward all the way, like the breeze in the mountains, it does not startle or disturb, and follows silently step by step.
10. Internet emotions are like "when you come, you will have a spring dream, but when you leave, you will be like a morning cloud with no place to look for." Bai Juyi's "Flowers Are Not Flowers" reveals the true meaning of Internet emotions. Yan Shu's "Human Face" "I don't know where, the green wave is still flowing eastward" also writes about the final destination of Internet emotions - in the end, all the emotions that were once disrupted by the Internet will return to their original places. On the surface, the emotions remain the same and everything remains the same. What cannot remain the same may be a heart that has been vicissitudes due to the washing of emotions!
The distance between hearts is a fate that can never be controlled. In fact, maybe in addition to the distance in reality, the so-called love on the Internet, the distance between hearts is also an insurmountable gap. On the surface, it is glamorous and charming. Love, without the friction of reality, once pulled into the long river of reality, what will be the ending? Can a warm smile be eaten in reality? Reality is often cruel, so even if you break free of a collapsed home lock, you may gain another heavy home lock.
11 The small characters on the red paper tell the story of smooth business. The wild geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It is difficult to convey this feeling of melancholy. The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hook. The human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward.
This poem is a work of nostalgia. The poem embodies feelings in the scenery, using light scenery to describe the deep sorrow. It says that the green mountains are always there and the green water is always flowing, but the person I love has nowhere to go. Although there are geese in the sky and fish swimming in the water, they cannot deliver letters for themselves, so they are full of melancholy.
The sun that had just risen had disappeared somewhere, leaving only the drizzle following the breeze, caressing the plain face and tugging at the heartstrings. Melancholy lingers in my heart, and my thoughts are swaying in the wind and rain. "The small characters on the red paper can tell everything about ordinary business." My quiet thoughts can only be expressed on this small plain paper. But, after all is said and done, so what? Although, "Swan geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water", this feeling is still difficult to convey, so I can only sigh.
The love is tired, the dream is gone, and the longing in my heart gradually fades away with helpless tellings again and again. The pen in my hand is getting heavier and heavier. Tired, tired, I no longer want to start this meaningless sigh again. In a daze, I leaned alone on the west tower, looking forward to it, still waiting in secret. But the distant mountain peaks blocked the sight, and I couldn't see the returning person. I could only see the flowing water, and I had no choice but to feel longing for it and flow slowly eastward with the flowing water, endlessly.
Reciting this word softly, in the quiet night, you can silently experience the author’s feelings that were difficult to express at that time.
The rain is still falling. The rain in March is always so quiet and lifeless, gently curling into the heart with the wind, moistening the sadness of loneliness and hazy the heart of waiting.
When I turned on the speaker, a helpless and sad song floated out: "This is a very lonely day, with a sad rain. This is a me who cares a lot and an ending that doesn't matter. Once upon a time Working hard for love, I used to escape for love, escape from the familiar past, escape from the strange you. I no longer know your news, no longer know your secrets, only the familiar past, only the strange you. . In those black and white dreams, there are no more memories of blue and purple. At this age of meeting and breaking up, only the traces of rain and wind are left, for the continuation of the pale love, for the gain and gain. The lost beauty, let the tears that were dried and shed turn into the rain of lovesickness all over the sky." Could it be that the drizzle falling all over the sky is also the tears that flowed out after being wiped dry?
Listening quietly, suddenly, I felt that all the words were so pale and feeble. Suddenly, I was tired of this lonely dance alone, tired of the pen in my hand, and tired of the screen in front of me. I just want to go back to the distant past, to the west tower in the distant mountains and the setting sun, watch the flowers fall and bloom, listen to the ebb and flow of the tide, and return quietly in nature.
I don’t want to leave any more bitter memories in the words on my palm, or leave stains of tears in this deep and shallow memory.
However, if you leave these, the pen in your hand, and these blue or purple memories, how can you dream quietly in that black and white life?
"The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossom still smiles at the spring breeze." The peach blossom does not understand the style, and the spring breeze does not understand the hatred. It’s hard to express sadness, and it’s hard to write down sad thoughts. Why not, let this longing flow eastward along with the green wave...
12. The green wave still flows eastward without knowing where the human face is.
When I saw this poem, I thought of writing a letter. Modern people use emails instead of letters one by one. Will the feeling of carefully tearing open the envelope, gently pulling out the letter paper, stroking the handwriting, and even smelling the pen and ink and his scent still exist? Fast food has filled our lives, including letters, meals, transportation, and even love.
Have you ever experienced the feeling of sitting alone under the lamp in the middle of the night, waiting for someone? I have an appointment but it’s past midnight and I’m free to knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. I don’t have it anymore and I don’t like waiting. Waiting is very likely to be the beginning of misunderstandings and misses. If I were that young man, I must have confessed my love to the woman at that time, but who knows, maybe the beauty will be lost as soon as I confess my love. How wonderful it would be if we only met each other for the first time in life.
In the past, we would write letters every day, but now it’s a bit crazy to think about it. We see each other every day. Do we still have such things to say? Maybe it’s the childishness and curiosity of children. It seems that it won't happen now. Is it because we have grown up or lost the original freshness and started to enter a stage of calmness. I carefully stored the thick stack of letter paper in a box and sealed it. Maybe I will treasure it for a lifetime.
Most of the love in childhood is beautiful but unreal, and one often even doubts whether it is love or a temporary favor. I don’t know now...I still feel that everything is very blurry...The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water, where am I?
I don’t know when I will be able to think clearly. It’s better to live a good life. Random thoughts are not good.
I suddenly remembered a sentence. When describing the stunning beauty of Persia, Dai Qisi, in Jin Yong's "The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon", he used the words "the long sword beats the snow, and the purple dress is like a flower". A lifetime of bad luck.
Perhaps, love is just an impulse, and then it takes a lifetime to explain.
Author of this article (source): Yan Shu