A poem
If this moment was 3,000 years ago-
If you look at the banks of the Yellow River-
At that time, the myth was mature, the ballad was green, and there was a solid "face" floating in the swaying Wang Yang, which was the earth. On the vast land, there is a running script-like "line", which is a river. Green "spots" occasionally appear in the vast rivers, which are sandbars. On the sandbar, alas, on the sandbar, I don't know what kind of karma happened that spring, but a pair of pheasant doves flew in. They called out "Guan Guan" and sang songs. This call, for them, is just a short oath of love, but for us Chinese people, it seems like hearing nature and being revealed. From that bright and happy morning, we had our first poem:
"The pigeon in Guanguan, in Hezhou, is a gentle and graceful lady, and a gentleman is good."
Three hundred and five articles of Tender Feelings Like Water and a whole volume of Innocent Thinking all started from this harmonious and sincere "Guan"!
Commentators in The Book of Songs say that pigeons are waterfowl who love each other for life, and their temperament is "loyal" and "different".
What is "loyal" should be his high-spirited will to survive, his madness for nine days, and his loneliness of looking around or going in and out of the haze on the edge of the cliff without causing dust. What is "sincerity" should also be the warmth of finding friends, the relative love of feathers, the caution of parenting, and the infatuation from beginning to end. "Being different" refers to their love that is not sticky or drowning. This is a mutual commitment, and everyone can enjoy the freedom of their sky and navigation channel.
Many people think I am a bird lover, but they are only half right. What I really care about is life, a harmonious nature. I always hope that I am a pheasant dove on the sand island of the Yellow River, and I can have a constant affection for life and people.
May birds fly in the sky, may fish jump in the stream, may this bird book bring you a state of mind, and may mankind finally learn to respect all life.
Interpretation of two ancient poems
For Ye Fan.
North Wei Lu Kay
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains.
Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
"Are you a fan? I am the messenger. I just came from Jiangnan. I brought a letter from my husband's friend. Ah! Mr. Wang has guessed, yes, yes, it was entrusted by Mr. Lu. "
"Speaking of it, I often run from Jiangnan to Chang 'an, and there are countless letters to send. But such a strange letter, alas, I have never seen or heard it. This is really interesting ... "
"Words that day I was in jiangnan, the weather is wonderful, jiangnan really is not the same as changan, just make spring, early with the awaken of spring. I was walking in an alley when I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, which was very weak, but I kept walking. Then I saw a family, a man folding plum blossoms. Seeing me, he said, "hey, aren't you the one who sent the letter at the post office?" "I said, yes. He said that he had an interesting letter and asked me to give it to an interesting friend. He said that this friend is noble, knowledgeable and has a good personality, so I promised him at once. Unexpectedly, after a while, he took out a paper bag. Look, sir, this is the bag. He said, take it well and don't break it. I said, what is it? He said it was "a spring day, a spring in the south of the Yangtze River. "I said, Sir, that's not funny. How can spring be a "branch"? Besides, how can spring be wrapped in paper? He sang a beautiful poem with a smile. He said:
"I am thinking of you in my heart, with plum blossoms in my hand.
What a coincidence! I happened to meet the messenger at the post office.
So I wanted to give you something,
You, the person who walks in the fields looking for spring, will give you the tender branches of this spring! "
Because Jiangnan is not like Chang 'an-quiet, nothing-except this spring wrapped in color and fragrance. "
"So I carefully brought this Jiang Nanchun to Mr. You. Mr. Lu is right. This is really an interesting letter. This long and fragrant letter should be planted in water quickly. When the flowers bloom, the branches will be covered with endless words from Mr. Lu. "
Wu Tong
In fact, I have never seen a really tall and ancient buttonwood tree.
Maybe it's because I haven't seen it before, and its figure is getting bigger and bigger in my heart. Sometimes, when I open the window and face the lush trees, my eyes begin to look for a completely different phoenix tree in the green, but it is not there.
In my imagination, it should grow in the cold mountain shade, look at the blue sky alone and try to rub the past white clouds with its branches. Not far away, there came the thin sound of mountain springs, like the sound of a piano. Gradually, those piano sounds are embedded in its annual rings, making the buttonwood the most perfect music wood.
I've never heard of the guqin made of phoenix tree. In fact, it is impossible to have a pair of hands playing the piano in our time. But in my imagination, the ethereal rhyme still comes from an unknown direction, low in the valley of my dreams.
I always think of Zhuangzi's self-metaphor, "Fu Gu Fu, which originated in the South China Sea and flew in the North Sea. Non-buttonwood, non-practice, non-diet, non-drinking. "
I can't help but get excited at the thought of the golden-haired phoenix perched on the tall buttonwood tree. Of course, I have never seen a stork, but I love it deeply. I love its noble nature and meticulous style in troubled times.
However, where is the phoenix tree that I can stop?
It must exist, I think-although I haven't found it yet, every time my eyes search in the overlapping mountains outside the window, I believe it must be hidden in some wet and cold mountain shade. In the lonely years, in the eager waiting, listening to the strings of spring water.
original aspiration
Because this book is new, I am very careful when I open it. The first line of the first page of the book is like this: "Start, start, Ben, Zhao, Zu, Yuan, Fetus ... Start."
That year, when I was seventeen, I was shocked when I looked at Er Ya's first sentence. What a strange book! Putting "Chu" and a bunch of "synonyms of Chu" side by side at the beginning of the book seems to be intended to use the long string of words "start" as the beginning of the book.
Is it also the beginning and keynote of the whole China culture? I'm a little awed.
Think of another book, the Bible, which begins like this:
At first, God created heaven and earth. "
It is a concise and magnificent sum, but full of vitality, such as the voice of Hong Zhong, which is shocking.
Reading makes people fidget. The so-called ambition is high, and there is ambition in the world. This is the mood! There are few people, and the heavenly work has been accomplished. As you can imagine, the sun rises, the sea waves rise, the mountains begin to rise, the valley suddenly falls, and the earth is silent waiting for the moment when the grass rushes up to make room for the soil!
And that year, I was seventeen years old and just entered the Chinese Department. I just bought Erya, the first dictionary in ancient times, and I was immediately fascinated by the first line on the first page. I was a little fond of philology, which was really good. China's first dictionary (probably the first dictionary in the world), its first word is "Chu".
"The beginning is also the beginning of tailoring." Books on philology explain this point.
I was shocked and appalled. I had a little training at that time and knew that there was a picture behind every Chinese character, but there was more than one picture behind the word "Chu", but it was a long scroll. I think it was also a painstaking stroke when the word maker first created the word "Chu". This matter is intangible and unpredictable. How do we track it?
He thought of a woman's action, perhaps her mother or wife, so she carefully took the cloth off the loom first.
A neat piece of cloth, scissors in hand, stood at the window. She held her breath and thought about where to start. The sun turned her slightly hairy temples into a circle of apertures. She looked at the whole cloth with mysterious and changeable eyes, as if she were presiding.
A ceremony. In fact, what she is trying to decide is whether to make a child's sweater first. Or cut your own skirt first? A piece of cloth, like a fading dusk, has the beauty that can be expected all night-of course, it may be a nightmare, but because it may become a nightmare, the dream is more desirable-and while she is reasoning, the land and land outside the window are filled with early spring sunshine, batches of winds, the first unstable sound of chicks, and the rotation from one horse to another in the sky.
The woman finally made up her mind to cut it with a knife, and her face was almost tragic.
This is the origin of the word "Chu".
Life is like a piece of cloth that is woven very hard. If you cut it off, everything will be cut off.
The whole universe can be regarded as a woman's tailor! I fell in love with the word "first" and reminded myself to be the "first person" every morning, and to keep that "initial heart" at all times.
Ding Limei full of autumn wind, trees and flowers.
I can't tell when I will start, and I will have a flat bean flower when I go home.
There are lentils planted by the courtyard wall of a family. They are wrapped around the ground, with me in you and you in me. Climb up the courtyard wall. Climb up the tree by the courtyard wall.
Say smooth branches, climb. Climbed up the wire in midair again. The wires are connected to the houses in the north and south of the road, above a pedestrian walkway, so lentils poetically set up a green tent with flowers in full bloom.
Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and other flowers bloom and fall, but the flat bean flower falls and opens. Small purple petals, like butterfly wings, countless butterfly wings, flying in the autumn wind, dancing happily.
Flowers bloom, pods knot and lentils take shape. My four-year-old nephew said it most vividly. He said it was a green moon. Looking around, it really looks like a green moon with purple edges. When you pass by, you can touch the green moons on the roadside with a little lift. I think if I chop them, fry them and steam them with rice, the fragrance will penetrate into the bones of every rice-this is my childhood memory. People in rural areas don't think lentils are exotic. When cooking, they think of lentils, run out of the house, grab a handful by the haystack in front of the house or by the courtyard wall, wash them, and steam them in the rice cooker. When the rice is cooked, so are the lentils. Enlarge the bowl, put some salt, monosodium glutamate, garlic paste and two drops of sesame oil. That smell is only one word, Xiang.
However, the lentils here are not picked and left hanging. The owner of lentils probably regarded it as a landscape. In lentils, it is a blessing, it can grow naturally without being disturbed, and flowers bloom and fall.
I finally met the owner of lentils, a neat and capable old woman. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun went to the other side of the building and left a shade in front of her house. Flat tofu pudding is bright, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. She sat beside the tofu brain in front of the hospital with a book on her leg. She lit the book with her finger and read it line by line. I took a look at the flat tofu brain and then at her, and I thought they were one.
Since then, I often see old ladies, all in that posture, reading a page carefully by the bean curd brain. Her eyesight is poor and she reads slowly. At this point in my life, I can finally park my car next to a flat bean flower, shake hands with time and relax. I thought to myself that real people always keep their mouths shut. The old lady may also be an expert. For example, in Zheng Banqiao, I once went to Anfeng, a small town in northern Jiangsu, and lived in Dabei Temple. I ate gourd vegetables in spring and lentils in autumn. When people saw him, he was just an ordinary farmer in the countryside. Who knew his mind was full of poems? The autumn wind is getting colder. On the door panel of the wing where he lives, he carved a couplet in calligraphy, "Spring rain vegetables are full of courtyard, autumn wind is flat and bean flowers are full". Hundreds of years have passed, and the great hall of compassion has long since turned into dust. But his phrase "full of autumn wind and flat tofu pudding" is with lentils, and it has been read by many people from generation to generation in the autumn wind.
The beauty of nature is eternal.
Cha, a scholar in the Qing dynasty, also recorded about flat bean curd: "Clear water overflows shallow sand, and several bamboo fields are cultivated by the people." The most pitiful autumn is full of hedges, and it rains to open flat tofu pudding. " Some people read Desolation, others read Desolation, and I read Joy. Life is the solstice of autumn, it doesn't matter. Outside the hedge is a flat bean flower, which blooms everywhere in the oblique wind and drizzle, and life is endless.
Sitting opposite a mountain, Qingguo Peak
I really want to sit quietly like this forever, quietly. Quietly, sitting opposite a mountain.
It's beautiful to sit in front of a mountain and open your heart to a unique world. Where are the landscape collectors? I left this quiet scenery to myself. This is the best way, so that I can take photos of the mountains with my green eyes in meditation! I only have one wish: I love this mountain, and I love this ordinary. It stands firmly in the mae of water, and will not frighten me with sublimity, nor dazzle me with strange Olympics. In the golden sunshine, it has its own solemn existence. The sunshine in September, like a transparent spiritual spring, washes the sky so blue and vast. Trees all over the mountain are also bathed in bright sunshine, green is pure, green is young, and green is dazzling! The boundless blue is covered with a large clump of thick green. No one but nature can describe the scenery so breathtaking! Look at that mountain, every forest, every green slope, and even every soaring leaf, showing my most indulgent life. I don't need to explain, and I don't need to explain. I can only mumble: This is God!
It is beautiful to sit facing a mountain and open your heart to a unique world. However, don't think it is so easy to know this mountain. It has 1000 faces, and each face contains a unique style. You see, I don't know when, Shan Lan has quietly risen, empty and white, and then rose on the mountainside, and suddenly flowed along the ridge to the valley, and it was beautiful and lingering on the top of the mountain. Isn't it? Fog covers clouds, and there are many kinds of customs. This mountain immediately looks like a bride in March. It is hard to believe that his simple appearance has such exquisite charm. However, don't be confused by this sudden scene! Don't worry about the clouds, don't worry about the sunshine, and don't worry about the faint peaks. At this moment of dreaming, I know what I need is a haze of drunkenness. Drunk! Drunk! In pure intoxication, you can pick a bunch of Meng Shan.
It is beautiful to sit facing a mountain and open your heart to a unique world. All morning, I just stood motionless against the mountain, and the mountain stood motionless against me. My heart is in the country, the valley is empty, and my thoughts are like clouds. And the reverie like a cloud is not a dream, the mountain is full of enthusiasm! Generous! The clear rhyme of the mountain drinks me, and the beauty of the mountain eats me. There are many kinds of happiness, even a delicate heart can't analyze my satisfaction. I was so intoxicated that I ended up in a trance, all over the mountains.
It is beautiful to sit facing a mountain and open your heart to a unique world. Yes, we must open the window and open our hearts. If I don't mine, how can I start a mountain? If I don't know me, how can I know the mountain? I have lived in the mountains before, and I have also had a trip to find mountains. Those mountains that stand in my memory are majestic and deep, which makes me feel surprised and amazed. However, it has never made my heart throb with such frightened joy! Alas! There is not much joy, and a seed of joy can bear a tree full of memories; Mountains don't need to be very high. Once you realize spirituality, you can pursue it all your life. Don't say that time is short, but there is eternity. Lavender dusk is coming, and the earth will retreat in mysterious light. But tonight, although it is as dark as ever, I can see this mountain standing proudly-it has left an eternal image in my life.
There are mountains besides mountains, I know. Mountains are different, so I love one. How beautiful! Open your heart to a unique world and sit on a mountain.
Falling branches
When I first arrived in Jiangnan, I met the rainy season. I can't sleep all night listening to the rain falling on the pillow. I pushed the window in the morning, but the rain stopped. Overhead, the thick clouds have not dispersed, and the indigo mist is low. In the yard, a bunch of green trees were dyed black. In the hazy dark green, there are bright red flowers. Like a heavy and peaceful string sound, a crisp and jubilant flute sound jumped out, adding a lot of vitality to this empty morning after the rain.
Gee, it's early summer, and spring flowers are blooming. Why do flowers bloom so enthusiastically?
Walking on the gravel road whitened by rain, I suddenly remembered Yang Wanli's early summer poem: "Only pomegranate knows long summer and flowers bloom every year." Take a closer look, it is pomegranate flower. These are four pomegranate trees, located on both sides of the narrow tunnel, with staggered branches, building a natural gatehouse with red flowers and green leaves. The tree is only one person tall, but the flowers are flourishing. Bury your head in the bushes, back and forth, back and forth, pomegranate flowers burn like flames.
I have long heard that pomegranate trees bear fruit while flowering, and flowers grow branches with children, which is very spectacular. Looking at it now, it is. This dense layer of flowers and fruits is really like a big family with sisters side by side. In the process of growing from flower to fruit, there are many subtle changes-some buds stand upright and are in bud; Some are half open and half closed, showing golden buds slightly; Some are in full bloom, spray red and spray color; Some petals have fallen and seeds germinate again; Some calyx bulges, and the fruit has begun to take shape, swaying in the wind on the branches.
Ah, these blooming flowers and ripe fruits are like a group of innocent and carefree children. However, a breeze blew and I felt a little water dripping down. Are these flowers' tears? Water drops on the ground, and the ground is a world of fallen flowers. Yes, the tears of flowers and fruits are saying goodbye to the fallen flowers and appreciating their affection. Falling flowers lie quietly in the embrace of the earth, so calm and peaceful. The red petals swell in the rain, and the black soil is dyed deep red. For the first time, I noticed that the scene of falling flowers was so magnificent, and a beautiful feeling in my heart shocked my soul. Yesterday, it may have sheltered the stamens from the wind and rain on the branches. Its gorgeous appearance and fragrant smell attract bees and butterflies, spread pollen and breed new life. Today, a new life begins to grow. In order to get more sunshine and nutrients for the fruit, I don't miss the prosperity of the branches, nor boast of my achievements, falling in the oblique wind and drizzle. Lying on the ground, it also looked up at the branches and saw that the budding fruit replaced its original position and still showed the beauty of life. I was relieved and fell down without regrets. It is relieved, but it has not forgotten its home. In the autumn wind and autumn rain, it blends with the simple earth and is ready to nourish the flowers next year. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Gong Dingan's heart is connected with fallen flowers. People often say: blossom and bear fruit. As we all know, when the flowers fall, the fruits are ripe. It is said that there is a pomegranate tree with beautiful flowers, but it never bears fruit. In this sense, the fallen flower is a symbol of new life, which is really worth writing. Similarly, Gong Ding 'an, in another falling flower song, once expressed the feeling that "An De tree has endless flowers, and it rains better, and the flowers will fall in 360 days".
However, for thousands of years, most of the poems about fallen flowers are sad. In dark times and violent storms, unsuccessful flowers often suffer setbacks and wear, so "flowing water falls into the spring" and "helpless flowers fall" ... have become famous sayings throughout the ages. Their authors, or women who are hurt by spring, are unlucky; Still a down-and-out scholar, he has no talent, so he has to compare flowers to himself and express his thoughts. Have you noticed that a funeral poem by Miss Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions, "Bury a fragrant burial mound, and the flying swallow will burst into tears", made many people cry. This is a tortuous accusation and struggle against destroying talents and trampling on the new society. Today, such an era should be a thing of the past. Our country is like this pomegranate tree dotted with morning dew, with flowers and fruits on the same branch and full of vitality. Everyone should be a flower. When it's time to open, we should open wholeheartedly, and when it's time to fall, we should fall calmly. Whether you erect branches or bend over the soil, you will never forget the mission of cultivating new life. In this way, our career will be metabolized and the vitality of youth will be maintained forever.
A slight rustle interrupted my reverie, and several fast-flushers fell down. "Although the fallen flowers are silent, they don't want to complain about spring." What does the enthusiastic fallen petal entrust the oriole to tell spring? Please go to the branches next year, and the fruitful fruits on the trees are the answer.
Yubajin
After living in one city for three months, I want to move to another more dynamic city. It happened to rain the day before I moved. It began to rain at noon, and the sun appeared through the clouds in the morning. But the weather forecast column in the newspaper contains the story of rain.
When it rains, it looks bleak. Although this place is a big port, ships come and go every day, but I live in a secluded mountain, far away from busy markets and docks. This mountain is very quiet. In my room, I can only hear the sound of trams on the coastal streets below and the occasional bell ringing on the hawker's car. Trams are not noisy and there are not many.
There are two windows in my room. Open the front window and look out, you can see the sea. Open the side window, and the stone steps at the foot of the mountain are below. Except for a few boys and girls, few people pass this stone road every day. Moreover, the students walked by according to a certain time. Sometimes I get up late in the morning, and I can hear the crisp laughter of female students under the quilt.
Most of the houses at the foot of the mountain are bungalows, and even the buildings are only as low as two floors. Japanese houses are ridiculously short. But so I can see the sea in my room every day, and there is no towering roof to cover my eyes. The boat seemed to pass under my window when it left. But the sailboat fluttered before my eyes like a blank sheet of paper. Actually, it's not appropriate to say it's fluttering, because my eyes can't see clearly when sailing at sea. At those times, the color of the sea water often changed, sometimes it was white, and sometimes it was as deep as the night sky. Under the clear mountain, the sea across the horizon is like a bright white belt, or like a bright light-colored cloud. At first glance, I never thought this was the sea. However, the sea is the most beautiful at this time. I only saw it once, and it was last night. I'm afraid I won't see you for a while. I thought I could watch it again tonight, but I didn't expect it to rain tonight.
When it rains, the sea is completely out of sight. I turned off the light in the room and opened the window to look out. Only star-like lights are embedded in the sky-like background. The lights are blurred because of the rain. Not to mention anything else.
The wind outside shook the house, and raindrops rang like balls on the iron roof. It won't be calm tonight. But these voices make my heart more lonely. I don't like this environment that seems to bury everything. I'm uncomfortable when I meet this. At this time, I am really a little sad. But it is not nostalgia for the past, nor worry about the future, but grief and indignation for the present environment. The meaning is easy to understand. I am not the kind of person who will cry when I see the broken flowers and the broken moon. Although I will leave some people tomorrow, especially the children who have played well with me for three months, and I am afraid I will never come to this place again, I don't have much nostalgia. Because there are many things in my heart, there seems to be no room for personal sadness.
I have a way to get rid of the inner loneliness caused by this storm. A friend recently wrote that I am "the person who is best at solving loneliness". He seems to only know that I will use articles to relieve loneliness. In fact, this is just a way. However, I only started using this method in the last three months, so I wrote more than a dozen short articles under the generic name of Didi.
I will leave here tomorrow. My little book Didi has also been sorted out and sent back to Shanghai this morning. This little book is my painstaking efforts in the past three months. The blood flowed out like this and was sold cheaply. Another friend often blames me for "wasting" time, and he naturally has a point. I also attached some articles written in Peiping or Shanghai to fill in the blanks and so on. These articles are different from the works of Ming people. Every sentence is the words of a living modern youth, so I like it.
I was about to put down my pen when the sound of clogs came from the window next to me. From the small and slow footsteps, I knew a woman came up from below and walked the stone steps to the back of the mountain. Where else can I go on such a rainy night? I think so, too. Passers-by naturally won't know. Footsteps rang lonely for a while, as if even the breathing of women had reached my ears. So the sound disappeared. Then a gust of wind roared through the tea trees and pine forests behind the house, and the rain kept falling on the roof like beads.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
In the distance, the bell of love rang in the church with white roof. The goddess of the night, moonlight, touches the earth with gorgeous new clothes. Charming summer flowers are scattered in the green countryside, as well as blue waves, quiet forests, friendly flower beds and sweet snorts. Everything fell asleep quietly. The spirit of the earth floated ashore in a boat made of flowers. The pent-up Mars in the room is still glowing slightly, and every elf jumping on the branches like a bird is dancing gently together. Ah, the good dream is about to begin, and the summer night full of love has begun. ...
In the simple and lovely countryside of Tuscany in Athens, the wedding of Duke theseus and his fiancee Hippolyta is being prepared in an orderly way. The Duke was involved in an argument against arranged marriage: stubborn old Eggerz betrothed his daughter Hermia to Demetrius, but she loved Lysander so much that she decided to elope with her lover. Helena, who loves Demetrius, told him this plan in exchange for her love. That night, the lovers ran into the Woods with Demetrius and Helena. At this time, there are a group of amateur actors in the Woods. They are workers in nearby villages. They are looking for a place to rehearse the performance at the Duke's wedding. But even their director, Burton the weaver, is a very clumsy person, and his performance is very funny. But neither lovers nor actors know that they are approaching the secret home of the elves in the dark jungle. The beautiful fairy queen and the handsome fairy king are arguing about their waywardness. Elves found a kind of flowers and plants that produced love, which blinded lovers' eyes, so this lively and beautiful summer night began to sing.
The brave and lovely Hermia turned into a warm lily for her faithful love. "Since sincere lovers will always be worn away, which seems to be the law of fate, let's practice patience; Because this kind of abrasion, like memories, dreams, sighs, hopes and cries, is an indispensable follower of poor love. " With Cupid's golden arrow, the purity of Venus's dove, and the divine power of caring for love with her soul, she put aside the worldly bondage and wanted to sing for love! She showed me the firmness and courage of love. She watered the roses on her face with tears. "Ah, what a magical power my lover has that can turn heaven into hell!" "Love is warm, loyal and singing. Is to follow it wholeheartedly. Let's love her bright eyes, cherish her running with all her strength and wish her endless love.
Another girl, beautiful and sad Helena, you let me cherish and dry the crystal tears on your cheeks. Apollo is about to start singing, and your prince will never be as ethereal as Daphne. "Love doesn't need eyes to see with the heart, so Cupid with wings is often portrayed as blind; And the judgment of love is completely irrational, with wings and no eyes, blindly expressing recklessness and impatience. So Cupid is a child, because he often makes mistakes in his choice. " So, please forgive him for being late. The genie is guiding him to your side. "All despicable weaknesses become insignificant in love, but become happy and solemn." Love is blind, love is obedient, love is persistent, despite the pain. Please continue to believe in love along the direction of the stars. On this day, a good dream will come true, and you finally see it.
Please don't care about the quarrel between the fairy king and the fairy queen, because this is also a manifestation of their love. At dawn, the two playful people will get back together. Even if they are noisy or jealous and proud, love can tolerate and understand. Love is an omnipotent world. Lysander and Demetrius, two lucky teenagers, let the goddess of summer night bless your good luck, Burton, have a good dream tonight? The tolerant and pregnant duke should remember to bless the love of young people, and the cunning Parker should stop being glib.
This is one of Shakespeare's few comedies, lively and beautiful, perhaps deeply moved by the full release of love, and never forget to laugh with the people. Although it is an "imperial and aristocratic amusement drama", it also shows people the ubiquitous love world-boundless. Thanks to Shakespeare for giving it such a happy ending, let us know that love will never end, love will be tenacious, love will share joys and sorrows, and love will last forever-because love is you.