when the east wind enters the courtyard, all the willows are heading west.
always in my heart's translation and notes in spring
Translation
From late spring, I stayed alone in the empty boudoir, and the sound of warblers was sparse, which echoed my bursts of sobs. Pull up the bead curtain, and the face is full of fragrant grass.
an east wind blew through the yard; Thousands of willow branches are like thousands of strands of parting, one of which points to the west; That faraway west frontier is exactly where my lover is guarding. Appreciation
This is a poem by first-person narrator, and it is "spring resentment" that needs to be "spoken". There is no word "spring" in the poem, but it can be seen from the scenery; As for the word "resentment", we can only carefully taste and ponder between the lines.
"The Asahi warbler is singing with my concubine, and when I open the curtain, I can only see the grass growing." "Asahi" is still a day, and it is a popular spoken language; The warblers are rare in spring and dusk, so they are called "residual warblers". "Asahi" and "Canying" not only point out the season and time of late spring morning, but also make people's imagination naturally go back to last night and even the whole spring from this morning's lens. The sun is shining in Room 8, Xiaoying is crying and worrying, and another annoying spring night has passed. The word "can" reveals her sorrow at the end of her life, and the word "companion" conveys her loneliness and sadness. In late spring, being alone in the empty boudoir is naturally full of resentment and worries. It happened that a few residual warblers seemed to be aware of the loneliness of thinking about women in the boudoir, and it was even more worrying to accompany her to bark constantly every day. Helpless, I had to open the curtains, and all I could see was lush grass and blue sky. This boundless spring scenery can not only evoke the memories of "the grass is green and sends horseshoes" in the past, but also cause the sadness and hatred of the grass being green for a long time and recruiting people. What you see in front of you, what you think in your heart, the connection between scenery and things, is even more irritating. She had to look away again. Creation background This poem was written by the author in seclusion. Because the hermit's life is monotonous and the range of materials is narrow, the female theme gives him the opportunity to explore another spiritual world and display his talents in the story-telling fiction, so he wrote this poem to express the long-lost women's thoughts about their husbands. Liu Fangping (living around 758) was born in Luoyang, Henan Province in the Tang Dynasty. Huns. In the early days of Tianbao, he tried to be a scholar and wanted to join the army, but all failed. Since then, he has lived in seclusion on the banks of Yingshui and Ruhe River and has never been an official. With Huangfu Ran, Yuan De Xiu, Li Jie and Yanwu as poetry friends, they are appreciated by the talented people. Gong Shi, good at painting landscapes. His poems are mostly about things and scenery, especially quatrains. His poems are mostly about boudoir feelings and homesickness, with poor ideological content, but high artistry, good at expressing feelings in scenery and endless implications. His Moonlit Night, Spring Complaint, Spring Festival, and Autumn Night Boating are all masterpieces that have always been told.
but, with ways of the world too strange to foretell, Liu Fangping, spring only brings me grief and fatigue. The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the smoke at the gate is on the shore. If the Ming dynasty has weathered the storm, people will be at the end of the world! Spring is in the horizon. But now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals, which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?. Just as the spring breeze deceives each other, it blows off several flowers at night. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. On the 3th of March, it was occupied, and after all, spring came back. Greetings to the lake in the spring, the spring flowers on the shore, the spring birds in the forest, you are so beautiful, this time the arrival is three years ago. The spring breeze suddenly starts suddenly, Blow a pool of clear water. People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. A light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder begins to wake up. Grace is not as good as favor, and peaches and plums hurt the spring breeze. Five nights, the sound leaks to remind you of the arrow, and nine times the spring scenery is drunk. Do you wake up from your spring dream? It's drizzling on the spring sail, singing alone There is no better gift in the south of the Yangtze river, and the flowers will be sent to the spring.