This poem is a rare masterpiece with neat antithesis and lyrical scenery.
When I first started reading, I felt a little dull; But after tasting it again, I feel the faint feelings and meaningful philosophy in the poem-just like a bottle of old wine, the more delicious it is, the longer the aftertaste is. Let me taste the mellow taste of poetry.
The first link: the years are short, yin and yang promote each other, and Yaohu has several degrees of spring. Time flies and the years are short; Yin and Yang are changing, and the spring breeze on the shore of Yaohu Lake is green. A few figures made me realize the poet's feelings about the passage of time. The feeling like a continuous spring rain lingers in the poet's mind and haunts the reader's mind. Yes, the spring is beautiful. It is another spring in our Yaohu Lake, and the flowers are similar year by year. How can you not make people feel poetic and sigh!
If the first couplet is full of poetry, then this couplet shows us a beautiful picture of spring. Don't you see: the morning dew on the pear flower is crystal clear; The grass seems to be covered with a faint layer of smoke, gray and green. Spring is beside you and me in the joy of flowers and plants. Under the high-quality goods, this couplet seems to write a real scene, but it is beyond the scope of the real scene. Pear grass is just a representative here. They are one of the 10,000 things in Qian Qian, and everyone will dress up this spring. It seems to be true and virtual, alternating with reality, which explains the meaning of spring well.
The peak turns around, and the situation changes suddenly! If the poets in the upper city bring us the tenderness and affection of spring, then at the beginning of the lower city, the poets changed their pens, from borrowing scenery to expressing their will through poetry, and their feelings about life and longing for the future are all here.
"Spring breeze melts the silk rain" is a lover's gentle feeling, and "thunder sends feedback to the heart" is a shock and a torture of conscience. The thunder of spring is not rough and wild, but it is enough to wake up the sleeping winter and ring the bell of spring. It brings more hope for a bright future and a bright future. Therefore, we should reflect on ourselves and see what mistakes we have to correct and what ideals we have to plan in this "Year" season, instead of wasting this beautiful light and shadow, indulging in the beautiful spring scenery, forgetting that life is short, don't wait, grow old together and be sad!
When the poet wrote here, the artistic conception was sublimated. "The colorful red is fading away, and I realize that I cherish this inch." Time is money. Youth is short, "Son Sichuan said: The deceased is like a husband". Don't wait for "I touch my white hair. I have grown too thin. "I lamented the randomness and waste of my youth. Don't look back and be ashamed of your mediocrity! Therefore, we can only grasp the moment, "don't give up day and night", so that we won't leave regrets for life, and this kind of youth is more exciting!
Throughout the poem, I can't help but be moved by the poet's good intentions. Every word is well written, and the meaning is self-contained; Every sentence is affectionate, and there is more hope in gentleness. I can't help but immerse myself in this spring and think about the true meaning of life. ......
Absolutely original, I pray for your elegant return.
Some digressions:
I didn't want to write this long (it seems that the number of words has reached your requirements, so you can hand it in as homework directly), because typing is too slow, and then I feel like I am back to my lush student days, so I can't stop.
The word "Cai" in Yin at the beginning of enlightenment seems to be "inch", maybe you are mistaken. To tell you the truth, your teacher's poems are only average, and a fair evaluation should be average, slightly higher than the average. But if you want to do the problem, of course, you have to kiss the teacher's ass, so I choose the good one, extend it, flatter it to the extreme, and feel disgusting. Ha ha. But I have a worry. If you hand in my poetry review, your teacher will treat you as a confidant. Do you want to talk about poetry with you? Or just don't believe you wrote it. -This is a modest problem. It's up to you.
Is it a little embarrassing for me? Ha ha.