Farewell Poems of Anonymous in Sui Dynasty

A poem "Farewell" written by an anonymous person in the Sui Dynasty wrote: "The willow green hangs low and the flowers are long and sultry. ? The wicker is broken and the flowers are flying. Will pedestrians come back? "

Appreciation of works:

The first sentence is about wicker, a thousand green branches, hanging on the ground like smoke and fog, parting with the wind, parting with others, and leaving a hate note, which is fascinating. The second sentence says that poplars (catkins) are like snow, flying all over the sky and filled with clouds.

The word "long" describes the number and scope of flowers, especially the word "stir", which not only vividly describes the dancing of flowers, but also arouses the feelings of people who leave, suggesting that the separation is unreasonable.

These two sentences are green and dripping, and the color of poplar flowers is brighter; The "landing" willow branches are still, giving people a feeling of vertical drooping, while the "stirring the sky and flying flowers" catkins are flying, and their posture is gentle and upward. Both are dynamic and static, one is dynamic and dynamic, the other is line and the other is block. The combination of dynamic and static paves the way for the latter two sentences to express their feelings of parting.

The last two sentences take the scenery as the main line, from the scenery to the feeling, further associate, and give a suggestion to those who travel far away. The words "Jin" and "Gui" are closely related. "Gold" means the end of things and the passage of time, and "Gui" means the end of the wandering life of pedestrians.

Overlapping use can also feel the author's affection. Because of the ambiguity of poetry, it is difficult for us to confirm the identity of the farewell. However, no matter what he wrote is the farewell of lovers, the separation of husband and wife, or the travel of relatives and friends, his deep affection and sincerity in artistic conception are enough to arouse readers' psychology. Therefore, the ambiguity of poetry is far better than the certainty, which is the charm of poetry.