Slow voice, search and search.
Li Qingzhao [Song]
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? Autumn is always warm and cold, and it is the most difficult to maintain and rest. How to resist the cold wind blowing in the evening after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew overhead, which was even more sad, because they were all old acquaintances who sent me letters that year.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? Looking out the window alone, how can a person stay up until dark? It was drizzling on the plane blades, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can you end this situation with a word "sadness"!
Li Qingzhao has profound attainments in melody. When she read aloud with seven overlapping words, she felt like pouring pearls, large and small, into a plate of jade. I only feel that my tongue and tongue are singing back and forth repeatedly, wandering in the downturn, and being sad tactfully, as if I heard a very sad person whispering. However, before she spoke, she felt that she had made the audience feel her sadness, and when she finished, the sadness still did not dissipate. An inexplicable sadness permeates my heart, permeates the air, and lingers for a long time, with endless aftertaste.
In a bad mood, coupled with the hot and cold weather, the poet can't even sleep. If you can sleep, you can escape the pain in a short time, but the more you want to sleep, the harder it is to sleep, so the poet naturally thinks of her dead husband. Get dressed and get up and have a drink to warm up. But a cold is caused by loneliness. Drinking, like drinking tea, will only make you feel particularly uncomfortable when you are alone.
Holding a glass of light wine, on this day, the dark clouds were low and the wind was cold, and suddenly I heard a lonely goose cry. The plaintive voice cut through the sky, once again cut the poet's unhealed wound, and Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The poet sighed: Alas, Yan Er, you are so sad and bitter. Are you widowed in old age like me? Unlike me, I have to face Wan Li Mountain and Qian Shan Sunset Snow all my life? Under the delusion, in the misty tears, I suddenly feel that the lonely goose is the person who sent a love letter to himself before. There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. The old love messenger is still there, but Qiu Niang and Xiao Lang separated after their death, and people and ghosts went their separate ways. Things are wrong, people are wrong, and tears flow first. This whimsy contains infinite unspeakable sadness.
Only when I saw those chrysanthemums did I know that the flowers were gaunt, without the elegance of "wine in the east fence, with faint fragrance and sleeves after dusk" The poet thought: In the past, when her husband was alive, how beautiful the days were, singing poems and sorting out ancient books. What about now? I am the only one left in this endless loneliness. So things are different and people are completely different. "Old weather and old clothes, only feelings, can't be like the past." Facing the lonely geese and chrysanthemums alone, I feel even more desolate. I put my cheeks in my hands and my eyes were full of tears. Fear of dusk, gain day. In the face of this gloomy day, how can a person endure until dusk? Longness makes loneliness even more terrible. A person, even time feels slow.
Finally, at dusk, it began to rain again. Bit by bit, tick by tick, the endless rain is as thin as sadness, which makes people more annoyed. Look at the two phoenix trees outside the house. Although they support each other in the wind and rain, they depend on each other, but in comparison, being alone is much more bleak.
Sudden wind and rain, lonely geese, broken chrysanthemums and phoenix trees, all in sight, make the poet's sorrow overlap and overlap until it is difficult to describe and express. Therefore, the poet no longer needs any comparison, any rendering, any Fu Bi interest, and simply says, "How can I get a sad word this time?" Simple and straightforward, but more magical, more charming and more chewy.