fan zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Autumn in frontier fortress. In the sky, flocks of geese spread their wings and flew to Hengyang. This reminds me of homesickness. I am determined to return to my hometown, so I have no nostalgia for the life I left behind. Well, now think about it. I have been away from home for seven or eight years. Are the relatives at home still healthy? How I want to go home and see my long-lost relatives. How I wish that wild goose could take my thoughts home and bring them to the people I love!
In this high mountain range, the mountains stretch, the smoke rises outside the frontier, and the afterglow of the sun shines on the desert. A lonely city is located in the desert, desolate and lonely. Surrounded by enemy troops. The sound of hooves of Qiangdi is endless. Alas! My heart is full of depression and desolation.
How much I wanted to go back to my hometown, but I didn't make meritorious deeds on the battlefield. It is a soldier's responsibility to go home after meritorious service and put the national interest first. A glass of turbid wine entrusts me with endless yearning for my hometown, and I drown my sorrows by drinking. How can I face the emperor and the folks in my hometown before I get rid of my troubles?
I stayed in frontier fortress for seven or eight years and listened to the long sound of Qiangdi all night. I've been listening for a long time and I'm used to it. However, autumn has come, and sometimes when I hear these voices, my heart is full of worries and I have not slept all night. Endless homesickness, but where to start before meritorious service? Aren't the general's white hair and the soldiers' tears sad because they have not made meritorious military service?
My strong heart, I hope it can be realized as soon as possible, so that I can go home as soon as possible.
2. What rewrote Qiu Si Fisherman's Pride? ,,,,,,,, Autumn, evening, the frontier fortress is desolate and bleak. The geese returning from the south flew across the sky in droves, so heartless, as if they were tired of the gunpowder war. Tragic military music is mixed with messy sidetones. Only when you can see the long smoke can you have an accident. Poor drinks are never enough for Sauvignon Blanc. Yes, eternal battlefield, eternal war, endless victory, is the despair of going home for the last time. How many people can resist the sleepless night when the sound of Qiang flute is endless and first frost flute is piercing? The general in the account has gray hair, and the tears of the iron man have lost the last line of defense.
3. Ask Qiu Si, the proud fisherman, to rewrite his composition. The 600-word "The Pride of the Fisherman" Qiu Si Original: Qiu Si Fan Zhongyan, the pride of the fisherman, filled up the scenery in Qiu Lai, and Hengyang Goose didn't pay attention.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears. The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia.
Sad voices from all directions sounded with the horn. In the mountains, the long smoke goes straight into the sunset, and the isolated city is closed.
Drinking a cup of old wine and missing my hometown thousands of miles away, Ran Yan has not carved Pinghu Gong, and his return is unpredictable. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere.
The recruiter can't sleep, the general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are crying. Translation 2: As soon as autumn comes, the frontier fortress is so beautiful that the geese fly south to Hengyang and refuse to stop.
With the sound of bugles from all directions, between mountains, the setting sun will make the kitchen smoke float, and the isolated city will be tight. A glass of turbid wine temporarily soothes my homesickness. A person who has not made achievements has no face to return to his hometown.
The long flute echoed in the frosty night sky. Who can sleep well? The general's hair turned white and the soldiers shed endless tears. Appreciation 1: When Fan Zhongyan is mentioned, people can easily think of his famous "The Story of Yueyang Tower", but rarely remember his lyrics; Similarly, because of the article, most people recognize him as a composition officer, but rarely regard him as a military commander.
This word can make up for this ignorance. From the first year of Song Kangding (1040) to the third year of Li Qing (1043), Fan Zhongyan was appointed as the well-known deputy envoy of Shaanxi Jinglve and Yanzhou.
According to historical records, when he was guarding the northwest frontier, he not only strictly ordered the soldiers to be taken care of, but also attracted all Qiang people to accept him, which was deeply feared by Xixia, saying that he "had tens of thousands of armour soldiers in his belly." This poem named "Qiu Si" is a fisherman's pride and a sentimental work when he was in the army.
The last picture depicts the nature of the autumn scenery. The word "different" dominates the characteristics of all scenery: wild geese flying south early in Qiu Lai, horns mixed with the howling of wind and horses, long smoke rising all over the mountains, isolated city closed to Japan and China, sinking in the west ... The author painted a lonely and desolate bird's eye view of the frontier fortress with almost thick lines.
In particular, the poem "Long smoke and sunset red" naturally reminds people of the famous sentence in Wang Wei's "To the Fortress": "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." -frontier fortress, although it has been washed away by the long river of history, still leaves the same mark in the pen of ancient poets.
The next song is lyrical, expressing the sadness of border guards and soldiers. Holding a glass of turbid wine, I think of my hometown thousands of miles away, but if my troubles have not subsided, how can I talk about going home? Plus, there is frost everywhere, and the sound of Qiangdi is broken. How can people fall asleep? Soldiers can only worry about their black hair and shed muddy tears.
Here, the author combines the direct expression of the soul with the lyricism of borrowing scenery, expressing the feelings of the soldiers in the border area who are hard to get income and homesick for serving the country. Throughout the poem, the artistic conception of the poem is open and desolate, and the image is vivid and distinct, which reflects the scenes that the author personally heard, saw and experienced, and expresses the true feelings of the author himself and the soldiers guarding the border. It is really touching to read.
Appreciation 2: Fan Zhongyan, a famous minister in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote this word when he led his army to the northwest frontier and put down the Xixia rebellion. These are two controversial works. Ouyang Xiu tried to call it a poor castle, speculating to the effect that it is not good for a coach to write sad scenes and homesickness beyond the Great Wall instead of expressing his generosity.
On the one hand, Qu You used his own life experience to prove that this word really describes the scenery beyond the Great Wall, on the other hand, he said: "It is not successful to make this statement with the general manager." These are all evaluations from the perspective of political education.
Other critics praised it, saying it was "heroic", "easy to swing" and "still impressive and lively". Mr. Xia praised the words "vigorous emotion and broad spirit"
The author believes that the aesthetic value of any poem is composed of various artistic functions. This poem "Fisherman's Pride" is not about military battles, but about the nostalgia of frontier soldiers for their hometown, so it should be measured by artistic scale rather than political scale.
Its artistic function and artistic strength lie in lyrical scenery, but even if it is a political requirement, the meaning of the word is not negative. The sentence "Ran Yan didn't stop thinking" is the most essential ideological highlight of this poem.
Yanran, today's Hang Ai Mountain. Dou Xian, a general of the later Han Dynasty, pursued the Huns and once climbed the Yanran Mountain to erect a monument.
The old general, whose head is covered with frost and snow, has dried the tears of homesickness. In the contradiction between homesickness and serving the country, he attached great importance to the frontier military. He is loyal to his duties, has not made meritorious service in the border areas, and although he sometimes misses home, he does not intend to go home.
How can you turn a blind eye when you are so worried? The epigraph is mainly about scenery writing. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and nobody cares about the geese. This is an allusion that geese return to Hengyang to reflect their homesickness beyond the Great Wall.
Why do you want to go home? Do you hate frontier life and ignore national security? No, it's the sharp sound of bugles on the border and the howling of wolves around, which is chilling.
What's more, the setting sun is thousands of miles away, the long smoke locks the mountain, and the isolated city is closed. How can such a scene not make people miss the warmth of their hometown? People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless. For a veteran who has been guarding the border for a long time, it is natural to miss his relatives and hometown.
"A thousand miles away, a lonely city in a long smoke, the sunset is off" is the most successful sentence, and only the word 10 outlines a magnificent frontier fortress dusk scene. Scenery is written for lyricism.
Therefore, from the beginning, the next worship was "a glass of wine will erode Wan Li's house, but Ran Yan didn't stop thinking". Turbid wine, originally milky rice wine, is also a metaphor for a heavy heart here.
Why is the mood heavy and turbid? I can't go home because I miss home. Jing's rebellion, the work has not been achieved, how do you know that the court is above, not the people? "Without a plan" means that it is impossible to have the best of both worlds.
In this ambivalent mood, the distant strong brother is carefree, making it difficult for recruiters to fall asleep. They can't help but think of their hometown thousands of miles away, and their relatives in their hometown may also be looking forward to the white-haired people. "People don't sleep, the general is white-haired and tears for his husband." This word 1o is inspiring, and it writes down the complex feelings of caring for the country and the people, patriotism and love for the hometown.
This song "The Fisherman's Pride" is by no means a demoralizing remark. It truly shows the true feelings of border guards who miss their hometown, love their motherland more and are determined to defend their motherland. When Fan Zhongyan was young, he advocated "worrying about the world first" in the article Yueyang Tower.
4. Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" Qiu Si was rewritten into a 600-word novel. A group of troops marched slowly on the Gobi desert in the frontier fortress. The armored general suddenly stopped the horse's red mount, and the horse looked up and whistled, and the neighing echoed in the long and narrow valley.
They looked up and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. A rare smile appeared on the general's bronzed face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"Rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised his whip, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain. The yellow sunset dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, as if a group of heavenly soldiers would suddenly descend on the edge of this desert.
Standing on the northwest frontier of autumn parcels, heaven and earth seem to meet here. The frontier fortress seems particularly empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity.
The geese flying south occasionally fly across the sky and leave in a hurry to cooperate with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss the frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them. This desolate northwest frontier fortress! The autumn wind is bigger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and tired teams.
The horse can't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers were very close and buried their heads very low.
Time seems to have solidified at this time. The distant sound of vigorous retreat blew the horn, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of autumn wind tearing the standard and the howling sound of crazy friction of sand ... All kinds of voices were intertwined and echoed over this desert, as if only they were the owners of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor. Over the camp, the rising smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west.
The surrounding mountains become more and more ferocious at night. Only the lonely city with closed gates, the people in the lonely city, fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
Dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep. I am so tired when marching and fighting during the day that I don't feel homesick, but when the moon is in the middle, I am in my hometown.
Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the full moon, the mother who is over 60 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... but the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy were not completed, and it was difficult to return home and could not return home! The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of fighting during the day and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light flashed in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure.
The general's hand moved on the battle map, thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at that point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought.
Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the enemy's casualties were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheer and jump for joy.
He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone ... The general's face turned red. I don't know if it's because of the fierce wine just now, or because he is still immersed in the excitement of musicians carving stones. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a melancholy and desolate Qiangdi brought the general back to reality. It seems to be crying, complaining, and angry. It floats like a ghost in the whole moonlit night, once again evoking the gentlest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In a flash, the autumn frost outside the account climbed up the general's forehead again. That night, the officers and men guarding the border worked hard to serve the country and fight for men's homesickness.
The wind has stopped and the air is filled with flowers. The flowers on the branches have withered. Where will their souls drift? Their bodies * * * in the dust, submerged in filth. Is this the end of my life? Spring is almost over and all the colors are fading. Really helpless. I can't save the good old days, and I can't stop these delicate flowers from blooming in a minute. After the glorious early spring season, I feel more and more sad about this season now. It's getting late and the sun is setting. I looked up at the window and felt very lost. Let my hair hang over my shoulders in disorder, just like my mood at the moment. All the scenery remains the same, but the personnel are completely different. My lover and I have long been separated by yin and yang. I want to talk to him in his coffin, but my heart is shaking. I was in tears before I could speak. Too many words choke in my throat, but it's hard to say. Tears can still be paired, but I am lonely and helpless. My face is getting old day by day, and the white hair on my temples is engraved with the wave marks of the years, although I have tried my best to hide it. Every morning, I comb my white hair, hoping to find a trace of old marks, but those careful combs still can't hide my old face. Someone told me that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is very beautiful. I once planned to go there to row a boat and enjoy the beauty of this spring, so that spring scenery can push all my worries away. Let the waves wash away all my pain. Just too much sadness in my heart, a boat that looks like a grasshopper, can't bear the infinite melancholy in my heart. I am afraid that my heavy thoughts will run aground on this double-flow beach or drift away with the running water. Because my life is not sand, but a monument made of huge stones, on which there is only one oath "I will wait for you in this life".
Fisherman Qiu Si wrote about 350 words. Autumn in frontier fortress. In the sky, flocks of geese spread their wings and flew to Hengyang. This reminds me of homesickness. I am determined to return to my hometown, so I have no nostalgia for the life I left behind. Well, now think about it. I have been away from home for seven or eight years. Are the relatives at home still healthy? How I want to go home and see my long-lost relatives. How I wish that wild goose could take my thoughts home and bring them to the people I love!
In this high mountain range, the mountains stretch, the smoke rises outside the frontier, and the afterglow of the sun shines on the desert. A lonely city is located in the desert, desolate and lonely. Surrounded by enemy troops. The sound of hooves of Qiangdi is endless. Alas! My heart is full of depression and desolation.
How much I wanted to go back to my hometown, but I didn't make meritorious deeds on the battlefield. It is a soldier's responsibility to go home after meritorious service and put the national interest first. A glass of turbid wine entrusts me with endless yearning for my hometown, and I drown my sorrows by drinking. How can I face the emperor and the folks in my hometown before I get rid of my troubles?
I stayed in frontier fortress for seven or eight years and listened to the long sound of Qiangdi all night. I've been listening for a long time and I'm used to it. However, autumn has come, and sometimes when I hear these voices, my heart is full of worries and I have not slept all night. Endless homesickness, but where to start before meritorious service? Aren't the general's white hair and the soldiers' tears sad because they have not made meritorious military service?
My strong heart, I hope it can be realized as soon as possible, so that I can go home as soon as possible.
6. Expanding Qiu Si, a proud fisherman. He is a 26-year-old enterprising Suzhou native. He became an official in Song Zhenzong Dazhong Xiangfu. 5 1 year-old, was ordered to guard the northwest frontier and guard the Xixia army for four years.
He, a politician who advocates perfection, is determined to innovate and hone self-discipline. One autumn evening after four years of frontier defense, he walked in the open space of the Border Agency (now Yan 'an, Shaanxi) and visited the vast northwest. After all, the cold northwest wind and the bleak scene of bare mountains and hay are different from the flowing water in his hometown.
Like a statue, he stared at the wild geese flying freely in the sky. Like water, my mood is messed up by chirping songs.
Finally, Yan Zhen firmly flew south, went to Hengyang, a cold resort, and went back to the tower for the winter. He took a few steps towards the disappearance of the wild goose friend, and his eyes were full of longing for light.
He thinks that the sound of the horn coming from the city head is accompanied by the sadness of struggle, as if the voices of barracks, walls, beasts, mountains, ghosts ... nature, earth and people are ringing around. Looking into the distance, I saw that the peaks were undulating like obstacles, the solid Great Wall was undulating, the smoke from the kitchen was lightly floating, and the yellow and red sun hung between clouds, gauze and black belts. I couldn't help chanting: An isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
..... The last ray of sunshine also gathered, the door closed and the day was over. As night fell, he strolled back to the dormitory, poured a glass of wine, gulped it down, drank a few cups, and gradually warmed up in his heart, thinking too much.
He frowned: This is the warmest and most comfortable home thousands of miles away. My wife and children are looking forward to their own safety, hoping that I can make contributions and create more glory ... He slammed the desktop and looked out the window: shame, shame! I didn't lead troops to pursue Beidan, 3,000 miles away, like General Dou Xian of the Han Dynasty, and wrote an inscription on a boulder on the Yanran Mountain there, returning with honor. Me, what virtue do I have? How can I report to the emperor and comfort my relatives and friends? So what should I do when I get home? ..... The boss is not young; More than fifty ... The invincible light in Jiong Ran's eyes shot forward coldly.
In the dead of night, the flute seems to be spreading all the time. The piper must be missing his loved ones. Qingming Yue Hui poured on the bathing beach, and the frost became colder and colder.
He held the window frame and everything was as quiet as pig iron. Lonely time and space solidified.
A wisp of white hair fluttered in front of the old cheek and hung down gently.
7. Qiu Si Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman, wrote 300 words to insert the scenery of Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Goose didn't pay attention.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
He, a 26-year-old native of Suzhou, is enterprising. Dazhong Xiangfu became an official during the years. 5 1 year-old, was ordered to guard the northwest frontier and guard the Xixia army for four years. He, a politician who advocates perfection, is determined to innovate and hone self-discipline.
One autumn evening after four years of frontier defense, he walked in the open space of the Border Agency (now Yan 'an, Shaanxi) and visited the vast northwest. After all, the cold northwest wind and the bleak scene of bare mountains and hay are different from the flowing water in his hometown. Like a statue, he stared at the wild geese flying freely in the sky.
Like water, my mood is messed up by chirping songs. Finally, Yan Zhen firmly flew south, went to Hengyang, a cold resort, and went back to the tower for the winter.
He took a few steps towards the disappearance of the wild goose friend, and his eyes were full of longing for light. He believes that the sound of the horn coming from the city head is accompanied by the sadness of struggle, as if the voices of barracks, walls, beasts, mountains, ghosts ... nature, earth and people are ringing around.
Looking into the distance, I saw that the peaks were undulating like obstacles, the solid Great Wall was undulating, the smoke from the kitchen was lightly floating, and the yellow and red sun hung between clouds, gauze and black belts. I couldn't help chanting: An isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. ..... The last ray of sunshine also gathered, the door closed and the day was over.
As night fell, he strolled back to the dormitory, poured a glass of wine, gulped it down, drank a few cups, and gradually warmed up in his heart, thinking too much. He frowned: This is the warmest and most comfortable home thousands of miles away. My wife and children are looking forward to their own safety, hoping that I can make contributions and create more glory ... He slammed the desktop and looked out the window: shame, shame! I didn't lead troops to pursue Beidan, 3,000 miles away, like General Dou Xian of the Han Dynasty, and wrote an inscription on a boulder on the Yanran Mountain there, returning with honor.
Me, what virtue do I have? How can I report to the emperor and comfort my relatives and friends? So what should I do when I get home? ..... The boss is not young; More than fifty ... The invincible light in Jiong Ran's eyes shot forward coldly. In the dead of night, the flute seems to be spreading all the time. The piper must be missing his loved ones.
Qingming Yue Hui poured on the bathing beach, and the frost became colder and colder. He held the window frame and everything was as quiet as pig iron.
Lonely time and space solidified. A wisp of white hair fluttered in front of the old cheek and hung down gently.
Two lines of glittering and translucent tears glowed with cold light.
Qiu Si, a fisherman, wrote an article saying that autumn is coming and the scenery under the frontier fortress is very strange. Because the weather was too cold, the geese flying to Hengyang did not want to stay, and continued to fly south. Suddenly, horns sounded around, and the wind of A?vagho?a roared, one by one, mixed together. Sunset hung on the horizon, with thick twilight and smoke. This isolated city, located among the mountains, closed its gates early.
In the evening, the soldiers drank wine together to dispel the chill. When I raise my glass, I can't help thinking of my hometown thousands of miles away. However, the invading enemy soldiers have not retreated now, and they have not carved stones on Yanran Mountain. How can we consider returning? I can only drown my sorrows in wine.
The night is getting deeper and colder, and the thick frost is all over the earth. The sound of Qiang flute came from outside the account, which was deep and intense. Lying in the cold bed, the general tossed and turned, making it difficult to sleep. Now my hair is gray, and the soldiers are secretly homesick and crying. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and returned? !
9. Qiu Si Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman's pride, wrote 300 words to insert the scenery of Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Goose didn't pay attention. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
He, a 26-year-old native of Suzhou, is enterprising. Dazhong Xiangfu became an official during the years. 5 1 year-old, was ordered to guard the northwest frontier and guard the Xixia army for four years. He, a politician who advocates perfection, is determined to innovate and hone self-discipline.
One autumn evening after four years of frontier defense, he walked in the open space of the Border Agency (now Yan 'an, Shaanxi) and visited the vast northwest. After all, the cold northwest wind and the bleak scene of bare mountains and hay are different from the flowing water in his hometown.
Like a statue, he stared at the wild geese flying freely in the sky. Like water, my mood is messed up by chirping songs. Finally, Yan Zhen firmly flew south, went to Hengyang, a cold resort, and went back to the tower for the winter. He took a few steps towards the disappearance of the wild goose friend, and his eyes were full of longing for light.
He thinks that the sound of the horn coming from the city head is accompanied by the sadness of struggle, as if the voices of barracks, walls, beasts, mountains, ghosts ... nature, earth and people are ringing around.
Looking into the distance, I saw that the peaks were undulating like obstacles, the solid Great Wall was undulating, the smoke from the kitchen was lightly floating, and the yellow and red sun hung between clouds, gauze and black belts. I couldn't help chanting: An isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. ..... The last ray of sunshine also gathered, the door closed and the day was over.
As night fell, he strolled back to the dormitory, poured a glass of wine, gulped it down, drank a few cups, and gradually warmed up in his heart, thinking too much. He frowned: This is the warmest and most comfortable home thousands of miles away. My wife and children are looking forward to their own safety, hoping that I can make contributions and create more glory ... He slammed the desktop and looked out the window: shame, shame! I didn't lead troops to pursue Beidan, 3,000 miles away, like General Dou Xian of the Han Dynasty, and wrote an inscription on a boulder on the Yanran Mountain there, returning with honor. Me, what virtue do I have? How can I report to the emperor and comfort my relatives and friends? So what should I do when I get home? ..... The boss is not young; More than fifty ... The invincible light in Jiong Ran's eyes shot forward coldly.
In the dead of night, the flute seems to be spreading all the time. The piper must be missing his loved ones. Qingming Yue Hui poured on the bathing beach, and the frost became colder and colder.
He held the window frame and everything was as quiet as pig iron. Lonely time and space solidified.
A wisp of white hair fluttered in front of the old cheek and hung down gently.
Two lines of glittering and translucent tears are shining with cold light. ...