There are peaches in the garden, which is actually a dish. The troubles in my heart, I sing, I tell lies. People who don't know me are arrogant. Who is it? What did Confucius say? I have endless sadness, people in the world, who can you know! Who knows? Forget it!
There are thorns in the garden, which are actually food. My heart is full of sorrow, so I'll talk about my country. If you don't know me, call me a scholar. These understandings are correct, but please tell me what to do. I have endless sadness, people in the world, who can you know! Who can really understand my heart? I'd better not break my heart in vain!
To annotate ...
① Yao: As a verb, eat.
2 songs: songs sung by everyone. Folk song: A song sung by a person alone.
3 scholars: scholars.
4 is: so.
⑤ He Qi: What can I do?
6 cover: why not, why not.
7 spine: acid tree.
Travel country: travel around the country.
Pet-name ruby: There are no standards in my mind.
translate
The orchard is full of peaches, and the fruit can be used as delicious food.
How sad my heart is, I can only sing that ballad.
People who don't know me say that I am too proud to be a scholar.
They are like this. What do you think I should do?
My heart is full of melancholy, and who really knows?
Who can understand sadness, it is better to forget it.
There are jujube trees in the orchard, and the fruit can fill the stomach.
My heart is full of troubles and worries, and wandering in the city will eliminate them.
People who don't know me say that I am an insatiable scholar.
That's what they do. What fun do you think I can have?
Who can understand the melancholy in my heart?
People who understand sad thoughts had better forget that there is no pain.
analyse
This is a poem that expresses the feelings of worrying about the country and the people but no one understands it.
The poem begins with the peach and jujube trees planted in the garden, and slowly expresses the feelings that the poet can't let go. The peaches and dates in the garden can satisfy the hunger when they are ripe. And the heart is full of sadness, nowhere to vent, only humming songs, wandering in the city to ease. Those who don't know me will only say that I am an arrogant and dissatisfied scholar. Maybe that's what they think. There's nothing they can do. It's just the sadness that lingers in their hearts. Who can understand it and simply forget it? This will also release their hearts.
The ancient people's feelings of worrying about the country and the people are always so affectionate that they are deeply imprinted in their hearts for the future of the country and the nation. When one's patriotic feelings and patriotic thoughts can't be realized and people around him don't understand oneself, there is nowhere to tell the inner pain, so one can only write it in words, express it in words and express one's feelings.
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