Li Shangyin, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, was politically isolated and helpless due to his poor background. Coupled with the loneliness of being ignorant of the world and lack of emotion... This sense of loneliness had a profound impact on the syntax and imagery of his poems. , formed the sad emotional connotation of Shang Yin's poems. Twenty-four poems of the tragic summary (Tang Dynasty) Sikong Tu was swept by strong winds and flooded, and the trees were destroyed. It's so painful that you want to die, but you can't find rest. A hundred years old is like a stream, and wealth is cold and gray. If the great road is lost, it will be a great talent. A strong man flicks his sword, awe-inspiring and sad. The leaves are rustling and falling, the rain is leaking and the moss is green. Note———— [Volume] Lift up. [to destroy] destroy: fold. To be destroyed: to be broken by the wind. [Invitation sentence] Zhao: Invite. Rest: rest; comfort. [hundred-year-old sentence] hundred years old: a hundred years of time. Like flowing water: passing away like running water. [Wealth Sentence] The main idea is: Wealth turns to ashes. [Dao Sentence] Dao: the way of heaven, the way of nature. The past: disappearing day by day. [If it is a sentence] If it is: How, what can I do? Xiongcai: A person with great ambition and talent. [Strong man's sentence] A strong man is the "hero" mentioned in the previous sentence. Pointing to the sword: "Jade Chapter": "To brush means to come out." To brush the sword is to draw out the sword. [Miai] Endless sorrow. Mi: full. [Xiao Xiao two sentences] Describe sadness specifically. The sadness is like the autumn wind withering the leaves, and the raindrops dripping from the green moss, one leaf at a time, a little bit, endless and endless. Translation————The strong wind stirred up wild waves and the trees were destroyed. At this time of excruciating pain, the person I invited to stay with me refused to come. Hundreds of years have passed like running water, and all the prosperity and wealth are now here again! The world is collapsing day by day, leaving even those with great talent and strategy helpless. The strong man drew his sword, looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling sad! This sadness and anger is like the autumn wind withering the leaves of trees, and the raindrops dripping from the green moss.
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