How to understand Luo Bing's Night Bell

What flows from the bell in the evening is the truth of life experience, the beauty of religious spirit and the beauty of philosopher's feelings. This is a beautiful lyric, and it is also a poem with infinite charm. Its poetic environment is far away, so we should appreciate it with poetic heart. The sadness and broadness of life, the sadness and relief of life, blend between the lines of leisurely poems and must be examined with the soul of poetry.

The author wrote "Late Bell" as lyrics and published it in "Ci". It is good that such a beautiful and meaningful poem can be inserted with the wings of musical melody, but what's wrong with not using musical melody? When we wander in its beautiful poems, there will be low and distant melodies floating from sunset, new moon and heaven; Moreover, among a thousand different drifters, you will hear a thousand different melodies.

I said:

When I was in junior high school, I saw this poem from a Chinese workbook and never forgot it. In the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination, I rummaged through the wardrobe to find the exercise book, cut out this poem and kept it in my notebook.

I have always believed in intuition and love at first sight. This is especially true of poetry. When I lost my notebook in high school, I accidentally thought of such a late bell. I want to remember it, but I can't. I can't find it if I want to. This is a kind of loss, as if losing something cherished in my heart.

Fortunately, after going to college, the internet became popular. Relying on Baidu and a few keywords vaguely remembered, "The night bell rings for those who have a family, please go home", I finally found this yearning night bell.

I used to hate reciting poems deliberately, but I prefer to watch quietly, and two people look at each other in pairs. Now that I think about it, I'd better recite it. At least in my mind, it's not easy to lose it. I was really afraid to look for her in my dream, and suddenly I looked back at the dim light, which was a bad feeling.

Night bell. Night bell. I really can't appreciate it according to the rules. I only know that this is my favorite poem. I've looked for it for so long, and I'm relieved to find it. Words are really attractive to me.