Thousands of trees open in the east wind night,
Blow harder,
Stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars and incense filled the road.
Phoenix flute,
The jade pot turns,
A night of dragon and dragon dancing together.
Moths, snow willows, golden plumes,
The laughter faded away.
Looking for him in the crowd,
Looking back suddenly,
That man is there,
The lights are dim.
This is the work of Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty, which is divided into two parts.
Shangcheng mainly describes the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival: "Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind at night", "East wind" and "flowers" move quietly, and the word "release" connects them together, which is more concise and vivid than the sentence "The east wind suddenly blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". The word "thousand trees" shows the author's boldness of vision, but it's not over yet. As soon as the pen tip turns, it "blows off more". What did it blow away? Petals? Leaves? What else can you play? The author gives the answer that "the stars are like rain". The unconstrained imagination gives people a shock like the transformation of time and space. Of course, some people here understand "flowers" as fireworks and others as lanterns. In fact, lanterns or fireworks are just clouds in front of the beautiful scenery. Followed by a series of scene descriptions, BMW, carved car, Dimfragrance, Xiao Feng, jade pot and other extremely luxurious words, plus fish and dragon dance. With sight, hearing and smell, it is no less than a big scene in Hollywood.
If that's it, the word is just so-so, and there's not much to recommend it except gorgeous. At least there is no realm except the first sentence. So when I arrived at Xiatan, the author began to write about people, "moths, children, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter." Hehe, moths, snow willows, wisps of gold, a group of fashionable beauties! Hanging in front of my eyes, beautifully dressed, laughing and fragrant. But these are not what I want. The pen turned, "I looked for him a thousand times, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim." I looked for that person thousands of times, but I didn't see her. Inadvertently turned around, it was her! Yes, she's in that remote place and hasn't come back yet! The image of a beautiful woman who doesn't admire glory and is willing to be lonely is vividly on the paper. Is she pretty? Didn't write a word. But there are so many moths, snow willows and golden wisps in front, which is not rare. They are looking for her alone. Do you think she is beautiful? But is the author writing about her beauty? Written characters! A unique and lonely character, a quality of "ice on the cliff, she laughs in the bushes"
In fact, poetry is also a good word. In the words of the ancients, "it can only be understood, but not expressed." Imagine how far away poetry is.
Feel first, then feel the last feeling.