1, spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Translation:
Spring breeze, you and I are strangers, why do you want to blow into Luo Zhang to arouse my sadness?
Appreciate:
The poet captures Sifu's psychological activities when the spring breeze blows into the boudoir, and shows her yearning for her husband who has not yet retired.
Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep.
Translation:
It kept raining, and I didn't even know that spring had passed. It was not until it cleared up that I realized that summer was already deep.
Appreciate:
This sentence is fresh and natural, describes the charming pastoral scenery in late spring and early summer, and expresses the poet's happy mood. Author Fan Chengda (1126-1193), with a smart word, is called Shi Hu lay man. Han nationality, born in Wuxian County, Pingjiang (now Suzhou, Jiangsu). Poets in Southern Song Dynasty. Shi Wenmu. Starting from the Jiangxi School, he studied the poems in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, inherited the realistic spirit of poets such as Bai Juyi, Wang Jian and Zhang Ji, and finally became his own family.
3, things are as short as spring dreams, and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds.
Things are as short as spring dreams and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. A poem written by Zhu Dunru in Song Dynasty means: Things are so short, like a dream on a spring night, and people's feelings are so weak, like clouds in autumn.
Appreciation: Zhu Dunru, the author, has experienced many vicissitudes, lamenting that human feelings are warm and cold, as short as a spring dream and autumn clouds, and feels rather pessimistic; The original poem is: things are as short as spring dreams and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. Don't worry about hard work, everything has life. Fortunately, three glasses of wine are good, and a hundred flowers blossom. Laughter and blind date for a while, but it will rain or shine tomorrow. Things are as short as spring dreams and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds.