White horse decorated with gold, flying northwest. Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger.
Young people go to villages and towns, raising their voices and hanging in the desert. I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven.
If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch. Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes.
Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards. There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of Land Rover has also moved.
Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment. The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left was Xianbei.
Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe? Parents don't care, how can you talk about children and wives?
A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish. Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Appreciation of Li Bai's Shu Dao Nan
Shudaobai
Oh, but it's very high and dangerous! Such a trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, until the two rulers of this area squeezed past in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei. Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this path to the west will never end, because the road is too steep to climb. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale! The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and dead trees hang upside down on the cliff. Flying rapids and waterfalls make a noise, and cliff fossils become thunder. All these dangers follow. Why do people who live at a safe distance come here? ! Jiange is magnificent and expensive. One person can keep it, and ten thousand people can't force it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? There are hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice!
Appreciation of Li Bai's Memory of Qin E
Debai
Ma Xiao throat, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty. Parents don't care, how can you talk about children and wives? A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish. Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death.
Appreciation of Cao Zhi's Love Poems
Love poem Cao Zhi
Cloudy and sunny, the breeze blows my clothes. Fish swim in the water and birds fly in the sky.
If you are a traveler, the corvee will not come back. First it was a severe frost, now it's white dew.
Travelers sigh and leave, and singers sing. Generous to the guests, sad inside.
Appreciation of Li Bai's Into the Wine
Jiangjinjiu Li Bai
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . MCA, Qian Jinqiu, give them to that boy in exchange for good wine and sell eternal sadness with you.
Appreciation of Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
Li Bai of Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds.
There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Appreciation of Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
Guan Shanyue Li Bai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Appreciation of Li Bai's Hard to Walk
Three Poems "The Difficult Road" (I) Li Bai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, there are many roads, where is Ann now? One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Appreciation of Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu
Li Bai on Tianmu Mountain in Dream
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie Caotang is still there, the clear water is rippling, and the apes are singing. I put on Xie's first spiked shoes and climbed the blue ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons, mountains and rivers, deep forests and shocking roofs. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven. An impenetrable shadow, the gold and silver platform shines day by day. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
Appreciation of Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop
Du fu, soldier vehicle store
Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. They ran after you, crying, pulling your sleeve and crying to the sky.
And every time a bystander asks you a question, pedestrians click on the frequency. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty. Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped. You won't hear that nothing grows except weeds in thousands of villages in 200 States of Hanshan. Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field. Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. No matter what demands are made on them, does the soldier dare to expand his hatred? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting. The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned? The new ghost complained that the old ghost cried the loudest in the stormy dark sky.
Appreciation of Du Fu's Moonlit Night
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Appreciation of Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa
Pipa Bai Hang Juyi
order
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and tastes pipa in Mu and Cao Ershan; Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. Then he ordered wine and asked him to play a few songs quickly, and the music was merciful. I said that I was happy when I was young, but now I am drifting away and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of the long sentences, the songs are given to them. Every 6 16 word is called Pipa Xing.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
Turn the piano shaft and pluck the strings three or two times, and we can even feel her feelings before she plays. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. The big string is like a downpour, and the small string whispers like a secret. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. The silver bottle burst into water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Laugh this year, laugh next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze have passed, without her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Sadly, all the people at the party listened and covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Appreciation of Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon blanc Bai Juyi
Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
Appreciation of Su Dongpo's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia Su Dongpo
The river of no return, a romantic figure with a long history. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. Rock clouds break, waves beat the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke. Old country fugue, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, early life in France and China. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
Appreciation of Su Dongpo's When Is the Bright Moon?
When will there be a bright moon? Su Dongpo
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking as drunk as a fiddler, wrote this article. Pregnant.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Appreciation of Su Dongpo's Liang Zhu Hua Luo Hong Xing
Flowers wither, residual red, and clear the east slope.
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Appreciation of Su Dongpo's Jiang Bie Xuzhou
Jiangcheng Zibie Xuzhou Su Dongpo
The end of the world is endless! When they met, they hurried by. Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty. How much is Dongfeng? Spring is always there, with whom!
Sui dike dissolves in water in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.
Appreciation of Su Dongpo's "Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci with Hidden Water and Two Rhymes"
Shui Long's Hidden Ci Su Dongpo, Huayang Ci of Zhang Yun Magistrate
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.
I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Appreciation of Li Qingzhao's Dream, Last Night's Rain Disappeared the Wind
Like a dream, it rained last night and the wind suddenly blew, Li Qingzhao.
The rain stopped suddenly last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. I asked the shutter man, but he said, "Haitang is still there." You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin!
Appreciation of Li Shangyin's Four Poems in Yantai
Four poems by Li Shangyin and Yantai
spring
The scenery of Ran Ran is unfamiliar to both the East and the West, and the charming soul can't be found for several days. Mi Jia Yu Ke Ban Xin, Ye Ye advocates always getting to know each other.
Warm, peach trees are late in the west, and peaches stand upright. Where's the dragon and the phoenix? This is also a puzzling mystery.
Drunk is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I'm worried that the iron net will cover the coral and open the sea.
The belt is ruthless and wide, and the spring smoke is white. I don't know whether yan dan has breached Shi Tian, but I hope I can get a prison lock.
When Luo Wei was arrested, the fragrant muscles were cold and wrinkled. Today, the east wind is invincible, turning into light into the west sea.
summer
The rain curtain in the front pavilion is not sad, and the trees in the back hall are shaded. The scenery in Shicheng is yellow, and it is empty at midnight.
The silk fan calls the wind into the sky, and the waves spin gently. Does Shu Soul have a lonely companion? A few nights later, kapok bloomed.
The ghost palace finally got light from the shadows, and Yan Xunlan whispered softly. I taught Han Yin to throw himself into his arms, but I didn't send Xing Fei to come and go.
What is the source of turbid water and clear waves? The river is clear and the Yellow River is turbid. Andrew lifted his skirt in the mist and took a cloud chariot to call Taijun.
autumn
The moon is wet, and the cold toad falls into the stars. The cloud screen does not move to hide loneliness, and the west building is in a hurry to fly kites all night.
I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. But when I heard the sound of Beidou, I didn't see the clarity and shallowness of the long river.
Goldfish lock off the red laurel spring, and the ancient wind and dust are full of Yuanyang Yin. Sadly, the small garden is a long road, and Yushu has no sympathy for national subjugation.
The lyre's possession of Chu Nong is getting colder and thinner. Night fright frost parrot with curtain hook, evokes the dream of South Cloud circling the cloud.
Ding joined the ruler element and recorded the acquaintance of Xiangchuan. Song lip held the rain all his life, but it was a pity that the fragrance was in his hand.
winter
Sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the female phoenix flies alone, and the female dragon is few. Qingxi Baishi is not opposite, and the class is far away.
The frozen wall is covered with frost, the fragrant roots are broken, and the heart is dead. The waves beat the toad, and the moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu Guan is full of worries, and the empty city dances with his waist. At that time, Huan was performing in the palm of his hand, and his peach root was a twin sister.
Broken scorpions are cold, and white jade swallows golden cicadas. When the windmill rains, the horse won't support it, and the candle cries red and complains.
Appreciation of Xin Qiji's Ode to Yule, Jingkou, Gubei Pavilion and Nostalgia for the Past
Yong he le Jing kou Gu Bei Guan nostalgia Xin qiji
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
Appreciation of Nalan Xingde's Dead Hua Lian
Naran Xingde, a butterfly flower
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
But the fate of dust is fleeting, and the swallow remains the same, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
Appreciation of Zhou Bangyan's The Warrior Lan Ling Liu Yinzhi
Appreciation of Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian
Liu Yong dies in Hua Lian.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Appreciation of Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
Liu Yong Yulinling
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Appreciation of Li Yu's Two Poems "Meet You Huan"
Meeting you, two songs, Li Yu
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Appreciation of Li Qingzhao's "A Prune, Fragrant Lotus Root and Residual Jade in Autumn"
Jianyimei Red Lotus Root Fragrant Yu Can Qiu Chan Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Warrior Lanling Liu Zhou Bangyan
Liu Yin is straight and smoky. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered to bid farewell. Who knows how tired Beijing guests are when they visit their old country? Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Looking for old traces at leisure, drinking while mourning strings, the lights shine far away. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
Mourning, hate accumulation! Shame on Biepu, Tianjin is silent and the sunset is endless. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears.