1. Poems about lost love
Once upon a time, it was difficult to change the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil and the joy is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and silky.
Untitled The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely red shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop. I was not born before you were born, but you were already old when you were born.
I wish I could live at the same time, but I will be with you every day. Untitled: The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop.
The Xie family’s courtyard is still standing, and the swallows are placed on the carved beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish the flowers but the fragrance.
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.
"Picking Mulberries" by Nalan Xingde (Qing) The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus roots are lingering. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People have become less affectionate, and now I really regret being so affectionate. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears.
"Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" Nalan Xingde. 2. Poems about lost love
1. Once upon a time, it was difficult to change the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
2. Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and silky.
3. Untitled The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop.
4. I was born before you were born, but you were already old when you were born. I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
5. Untitled The fallen leaves are silent in the wind, for whom are the white plum blossoms presented in the cold winter? The lonely shadow sings alone, unable to sleep for a long night, waiting for the rain to stop.
6. Xie’s family’s courtyard is full of ruins, with swallows in the carved beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish the flowers but the fragrance.
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago. "Picking Mulberries" by Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty)
7. The wind-blown catkins have turned into duckweeds, while the mud lotuses are strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk lingers. Take a piece of incense to remember your past lives.
People's affection has become less affectionate, and now I really regret being so affectionate. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears. "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" Nalan Xingde 3. Looking for ancient poems about lost love
1. "Five Thoughts on Lisi Part 4"
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen< /p>
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation: If you have been to the sea, you won’t care about the water elsewhere; if you have been to Wushan, you won’t call the clouds anywhere else clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
2. "Jin Se"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
3. "Jiang Chengzi·Dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. Without thinking. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Small Xuan window. Dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye as husband and wife, and I can’t bear to miss you. But after all, it is difficult to see each other. That lonely grave thousands of miles away, there was no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in her heart. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I returned to my hometown again in my dream, at the window of the hut. Dressing up. You and I were silent and miserable, and we could only shed a thousand lines of tears in silence. Unexpectedly, the place where I missed her back then was on a hill with dwarf pine trees on a bright moonlit night.
4. "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of the Ancient Juejue Ci"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad? Paint fan.
It’s easy to change an old person’s heart, but it’s easy to change an old person’s heart.
Lishan’s words are gone until half past midnight, and the tears and rain will end without complaint.
How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for that day with wings and branches.
Translation: Getting along with the person you love should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when you first met. But you and I should have loved each other, but why have we become separated from each other today? Now it is easy to change your heart, but you say that it is easy for lovers to change their hearts.
You and I are just like Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Yang Yuhuan. We made a life-or-death vow in the Palace of Eternal Life, but in the end we made a decisive separation. Even so, there is no grudge. But how can you compare with the Tang Minghuang back then? He still had a vow to be a winged bird and to connect a branch with Yang Yuhuan.
5. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Hands"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Red Hands. Huang Teng wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil. The joy is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong wrong wrong.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo.
Translation: The red and creamy hands hold a cup filled with yellow wine. The city is filled with the scenery of spring, but you are already as out of reach as the green willows in the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, how thin the joy is. A full glass of wine is like a glass of sadness, and my life has been very bleak in the past few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
The beautiful spring scenery is still the same as before, but people are losing weight in vain. The water washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief completely. The peach blossoms in spring have fallen, on the quiet and empty pond and pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Mo, mo, mo. 4. Poems about lost love
"When wine pours into the sad intestines, it turns into tears of lovesickness" means "Only by pouring bitter wine into the sad intestines frequently, cups of wine turn into tears of lovesickness."
Original text: "Su Muzhe·Blue Sky"
Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue, the yellow leaves are on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are covered with cold smoke and green. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Word annotation:
⑴Su Muzhe: the name of the word brand. Song Dynasty poets used this tune to create new songs. Also known as "Clouds and Mists Lengthening" and "Yunsong Ling on the Sideburns". Double tone, sixty-two words, five sentences each in the upper and lower parts.
⑵ Cold smoke on the waves: A layer of green smoke hangs over the waves. The smoke is originally white because it connects to the blue sky above and green waves below. From a distance, it looks like the same color as the blue sky. As the saying goes, "Autumn water always has the same color as the sky."
⑶The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun: It means that the grass stretches to the end of the world and seems further away than the setting sun. "Fragrant grass" often alludes to hometown, so these two sentences have the meaning of lamenting the distance of hometown.
⑷The soul of the hometown: feeling sad because of longing for hometown. Dark, describes a melancholy mood. The words come from Jiang Yan's "Farewell": "Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye."
⑸Thinking of the journey (sì): Can't let go of the sorrowful thoughts of the journey. Chasing, following, here means clinging to something. Travel thoughts, the sad thoughts of living abroad. Thoughts, moods, feelings.
Translation:
The blue sky with floating blue clouds, the earth with flying yellow leaves, the autumn scenery of the rolling water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the blue sky and the river. The fragrant grass is not familiar with human feelings, and it stretches until the sunset cannot shine on the horizon.
Silently missing my hometown makes me sad, and it is difficult to get rid of the lingering thoughts of traveling. Unless I have good dreams every night, I can only get a moment of comfort in good dreams. I don’t want to lean on a tall building alone on a bright moonlit night and look into the distance. I can only pour bitter wine into my sad heart frequently, and every cup turns into tears of lovesickness. 5. What are the poems that commemorate the deceased lover?
Pan Yue in the Western Jin Dynasty first wrote "Three Mourning Poems", which wrote about the long-lasting memory of his wife after the death, and thus started the path of mourning poems.
Shen Yue, a poet from the Qi and Liang Dynasties, and Xue Deyin, a poet from the Sui Dynasty, both wrote poems with the same title of "Mourning for Death", both of which mourned the death of their wives. Liang Jiangyan wrote ten poems called "Mourning Room People", which are also works mourning the death.
After the Tang Dynasty, most of the poems written in memory of the deceased wife did not use "mourning" as the title. Generally speaking, there are far fewer mourning poems than mourning poems. This is because mourning poems are, after all, impromptu lyrical works by poets (ci). The death of a wife before the poet (ci) is, after all, a matter of Very few.
In addition, the love between husband and wife is the most precious and secret emotion in the world. Ancient Chinese poets (ci) still lacked the habit and courage to express this emotion in poetry. Among the poets, Yuan Zhen and Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty are the most famous for their mourning works. Yuan Zhen, in particular, has three poems in seven rhymes called "Removal of Sorrow", five poems of seven unique poems in "Li Si", and eight poems in seven unique poems of "Six Years of Spring". ***Sixteen mourning poems.
Among the poets, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty and Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty are the most famous for their mourning poems, especially Nalan Xingde. The titles of the poems are clearly marked with "mourning", "dream of the dead woman", " There are as many as five or six poems with the words "Dead Wife's Death Day" and "Dead Wife's Birthday". Other untitled poems may involve far more mourning poems than this number. The importance of mourning poems lies in the sincerity of emotion rather than the unforgettable words. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" has several lines that say, "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, one will never forget it." This is why it has been passed down.
And because the mourning poems do not commemorate those scholars with lofty ideals, but the wives who have lived in the same room with the poet (ci) for a long time, so they contain many intimate words and many excerpts. Express feelings by comparing many trivial matters of life when the wife was alive with the life of the wife after her death. Yuan Zhen's poems mourning the death of Yuan Zhen have been discussed a lot. This is because Yuan Zhen's wife Wei Cong was not only loving to her husband during his lifetime, but also willing to be poor and lowly and of noble character. Therefore, Yuan Zhen said: "I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples are sad for everything." "Sorrow" Part 2), "There was a time when the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds" ("Lisi" Part 4). These parallel and controversial sentences have also become famous sentences that have been passed down forever.
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
This poem was written by Su Shi in memory of his late wife Wang Fu. —————————————————— Xijiang Moon Su Shi The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind.
Visitors from across the country are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down. Plain face often looks too pink (氵万), and lipstick does not fade after washing makeup.
The high-spirited memory chases the dawn clouds and does not dream of pear blossoms. This is a mourning poem in memory of Chaoyun, the concubine who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.
———————————————————— Half-Dead Tong·Partridge Sky He Zhu Everything will go wrong if you go through Changmen again. We came together and returned home differently.
After the parasol tree was half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck flew away without its companion. The grass on the original grass shows the first light.
The old habitat is surrounded by the new ridge. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes?
Mourning the death of He Zhu’s deceased wife——————————————————Three mourning poems (Part 1)——Pan Yue flies through winter and spring, and the cold and heat suddenly Liuyi. The son returns to Qiongquan, and the heavy soil will forever separate him from the world.
Whoever can restrain his selfish ambitions will be of no use if he stays in floods. He bowed respectfully to the imperial order and returned to his first battle.
Looking at the house, I think about the person, and entering the house, I think about what I have experienced. There is no trace of the curtain, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.
The fragrance has not stopped yet, but it is still hanging on the wall. The feeling of sadness may exist, and the feeling of panic and alarm may exist.
Like the Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day. Like a fish swimming in Sichuan, he compares his eyes to the road analysis.
The spring breeze is coming, and the morning breeze is flowing through the eaves. When do I forget to sleep, my worries accumulate day by day.
The common people sometimes decline, but the Zhuang Fou can still be attacked. ———————————————— Lisi——Yuan Zhen Once the sea was filled with water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
I look back lazily at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. ———————————————— Nalan Xingde is the poet who wrote the most mourning poems in the history of ancient poetry. He has more than 20 poems that are filled with tears but are silent, and only destroy the past. fickle.
Relying on the profound knowledge of painting, you will be full of knowledge. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it.
The other words are very clear. Wake up early from a dream in the middle of the night.
The word "Qing" has been updated since I woke up from my dream early in the morning. Weeping endlessly, the wind eaves and the rain ringing at night.
——"Nanxiangzi" The sparse curtains are covered with dust and the curtains are floating, making it a dark and pitiful night. I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw the green leaves next to the rhinoceros dowry.
Only hatred turns to boredom, and the tide of flowers is still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, and cold rain and west wind are blowing across the painted bridge.
——"Good in the Middle" Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.
"Golden Thread Song" - Thoughts on the anniversary of the death of my deceased wife. When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers.
The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless.
It is not as good as the night platform, separated by dust, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.
I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's principles. When we get married, we will know him for life.
I am also afraid that both of them will be ill-fated, and if they meet again, the remaining months will be in the wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.
"Picking Mulberries" Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
"Qin Yuan Chun" Life is fleeting, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low. I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the bend of the carved lantern, they both leaned against the setting sun.
It’s hard to keep a dream, a poem cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around, but they are not allowed to be looked at.
Rediscover the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning.
The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced.
It’s really helpless, the sound of the flute next to it makes the sound of the ileum. "Police Poppy" The spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall away.
Why is the sunset approaching dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart.
I am a dreamer for Yi Ban, and I always draw pictures to call out the truth at night. "Wet Green Shirt" - Mourning for the Death There has been so much sadness lately, who can keep up the good news? Educational sharing, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.
I understood it at the time, but I have given it up now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily. 6. Famous quotes about missing loved ones
"Jiangchengzi: A Dream on the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao" written by Su Shi, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. For ten years, life and death are so vast. Without thinking about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees. Appreciation When Su Dongpo was nineteen, he married Wang Fu, who was sixteen.
Wang Fu was young and beautiful, and served his relatives very filially. The two had a deep love. Unfortunately, destiny is unpredictable, and Wang Fu died at the age of twenty-seven.
This was a huge blow to Dongpo. The deep pain in his heart and mental pain are self-evident. Su Shi said in "The Epitaph of His Dead Wife Wang": "On Dinghai in May of the second year of Zhiping (1065), Su Shi's wife Wang (named Fu) from Zhao County died in the capital.
In June of Jiawu, He will be buried in the west of the capital. He will be buried eight steps northwest of the tomb of the late monarch and his wife in Anzhen Township, Pengshan County, northeast of Meizhou."
In a calm tone. , containing great sorrow. In 1075 AD (the eighth year of Xining), Dongpo came to Mizhou. On the 20th of the first lunar month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife Wang, and wrote this poem: "There are sounds that can be heard in the sky, and there are tears that can be heard in the springs." "(Chen Shidao's words) And the mourning words passed down through the ages.
In the history of Chinese literature, starting from the Book of Songs, "poems of mourning" have appeared. From the emergence of mourning poems to Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty, the most famous mourning poems were written by Pan Yue of the Western Jin Dynasty and Yuan Zhen of the Mid-Tang Dynasty.
Li Shangyin in the late Tang Dynasty also wrote a memorial work. Their works are poignant and moving.
Some may write about being alone and desolate after the lover passes away, or seeing the relics and feeling sad; or the writer is rich and noble, recalling the past, lamenting the erratic nature of the world, and the impermanence of destiny; or he may write about his deep and profound longing. The feelings of memory and reminiscence are expressed in blurry words and colors, which is heartbreaking to read. The use of words to express condolences was Su Shi's first creation.
Compared with its predecessors, Su Shi's mourning poem has unique characteristics in its expressive art. This poem is "Remembering Dreams", and it clearly writes about the day of the dream.
Although it is said to be "remembering dreams", in fact, only the five sentences in the second part are about dreams. The rest are all about expressing one's feelings and sorrow. The writing is sincere, simple, sad and touching. The "Yimao" year in the inscription refers to 1075 AD (the eighth year of Xining, Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty). At that time, Su Dongpo was appointed magistrate of Mizhou (now Zhucheng, Shandong) and was already forty years old.
This "Dream Remembering" poem is actually a lyrical text except for the five sentences in the lower part that describe the dream. The first three sentences are clear and heartfelt, and deeply touching.
"Ten years of life and death are two vast distances." Life and death are separated by life and death. The dead are ignorant of the human world, and the living are also ignorant of the dead, isn't it the same? The loving couple parted ways forever, and time passed by ten years in a blink of an eye. "If you don't think about it, you will never forget it." Even though people are dying, the beautiful scenes in the past are "unforgettable"! Ten years have passed since Wang Fu's death. I still remember when the sixteen-year-old Wang Fu married the nineteen-year-old Su Dongpo. Needless to say, the young couple had a deep love for each other. What's more, it was rare for her to be considerate and sensible.
In the past ten years, Dongpo was suppressed because of his opposition to Wang Anshi's new law, and he felt sad and angry. After arriving in Mizhou, he encountered bad years and was busy dealing with government affairs. His life was so difficult that he ate wolfberry chrysanthemum to survive. Moreover, his stepmother Wang Runzhi (perhaps out of deep longing for his beloved wife Wang Fu, Dongpo married Wang Runzhi, Wang Fu's cousin. It is said that this girl has the charm of her cousin) and his son are by his side, how can he Why do you think about your dead wife all the time, day and night, year after year? I don’t miss it often, but I have never forgotten it. This kind of feeling buried deep in my heart is difficult to eliminate.
Because the author is middle-aged, the relationship between husband and wife that is full of worries and troubles has become stronger over time and cannot be eliminated at any time. The author combines "not thinking" and "self-forgetting" and uses the tension between these two seemingly contradictory mentalities to truly and profoundly reveal his inner emotions.
On the tenth anniversary of his death, a day that touched people's hearts, how could he "not think about" his wise and reasonable wife. The past suddenly came to my heart, and the undercurrent of emotions that had been stored for a long time suddenly opened like a floodgate, and it surged and was hard to stop.
So there is a dream, which is real and natural.
"A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to speak of desolation."
I am filled with emotions when I think of my beloved wife passing away at an early age. Thousands of miles away, there is no place to express my desolation, and the words are extremely painful. In fact, even if the grave is close by, can it be desolate if we are separated by life and death? This is a silly and loving word that erases the boundary between life and death. It expresses to a great extent the author's loneliness, desolation and helplessness, and his eagerness to tell others. It is particularly touching.
Then, "Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust, and our temples are like frost." These three short and long sentences again mix reality with dreams, and include all kinds of personal worries and indignation after death in the appearance. He was old and in physical decline. He was only forty years old at this time, and his temples were already "as frosty".
It has been ten years since she passed away, but she still wants to "even meet again". This is a desperate and impossible assumption. The feelings are deep, sad, and helpless, which shows the author's love for love. The deep remembrance of the couple also vividly depicts the personal changes, which makes the meaning of this poem even deeper. Su Dongpo once recorded his father's motto in the "Inscription on the Tomb of His Dead Wife Wang": "If a woman obeys you in times of hardship, she should never forget it."
And this word is written like a dream, and seems to be true but not true. I am afraid that the true feelings in it are not just obeying the father's orders, but feeling the life experience. What the author traces from his heart and dreams is indeed a deep feeling of adversity that "cannot be thought about but cannot be forgotten".
In the first five sentences of the next film, the title begins and "remembering dreams" begins. "Suddenly Returning to Hometown in a Deep Dream at Night" is a narrative in which I suddenly returned to my hometown in my dream, and reunited in the place where the two of them had spent their sweet years.
"In the small window, she is dressing up." The small room is friendly and familiar. Her mood and appearance are vaguely like that of the time when she was dressing up.
This is like a young woman who has not been married for a long time. The image is very beautiful, bringing out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. The author uses such a common and unforgettable scene to express the eternal impression of lovers in his mind.
When the husband and wife met, there was no reunion or intimacy after a long separation, but "they looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears"! This is where Dongpo's writing power shines, and it is so wonderful that it will last forever. It is only the "silence" that makes this dream seem so sad; it is the "wordlessness" that is better than a thousand words; it is the silence that makes this dream feel infinitely desolate.
"At this time, silence is better than sound." The victory of silence lies in this. Where do we start talking about the separation? Just let the tears pour down.
A dream brings back the past.