Spring Festival Evening of Wulingchun by Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Explanation:
The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid a boat like Shuangxi grasshopper can't carry many of my worries.
2, red tears slipped down, full of spring breeze.
From the Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry, Today is the Wrong Way at that Time"
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Explanation:
Now I know that I was wrong at that time, my heart was desolate and confused, my tears fell silently, and all I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different. Knowing that there will be no chance to meet again after this separation, I still reluctantly agreed on the date of meeting later. Farewell like this, once the pear blossoms are gone, the moon will hang in the west again.
3. Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching.
From Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci" Song
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.
I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Explanation:
It looks like a flower, but it doesn't seem to be a flower. Nobody cares, let it land. Huayang fell from the branch to the ground, seemingly heartless, but it had its own melancholy. Delicate willow branches, like the soft intestines of a homesick woman tortured by sorrow, green willow leaves, like the charming eyes of a homesick woman, are still full of spring, and want to open and close. Just as Sifu dreamed of going to Wan Li to find her husband's place, she was awakened by the cry of an oriole.
I don't hate bloom's falling flowers, but I hate that the West Garden is all red and withered, and it is difficult to regroup. There was a heavy rain in the morning. Where can I find the trace of falling red? Turn into a pool of green screens early. If we divide the beauty of spring into three parts, two of them will turn into dust and one will fall into the running water without a trace. In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but sad tears.
4, the wind blows, the weather is sunny and rainy. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail.
From the Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates and Wind Xi Xi"
The wind and clouds are surging, and it is sunny and rainy. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. I don't remember clearly. Doubt was a dream, and the dream came with a heavy curtain.
Explanation:
Breeze blowing, drizzling, every drizzle will aggravate the spring sorrow in my heart. The past is gradually blurred in my mind, and I can't tell whether those experiences are true or dreams. Even if the dream comes, I can't get close to it through heavy curtains.
5. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality. One inch or a thousand strands.
From Song Yanshu's "Lou Yu Spring Hate"
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March. (parting sadness: parting love)
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Explanation:
Young people can always easily abandon the farewell people on the Changting ancient road where willows and flowers are flourishing. The five-watch bell on the roof awakened the dream of leaving people, and the spring rain in March at the end of the flower added to my sadness. Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but that lovesickness has no end and will never stop.