If you enjoy the festival, you will be drunk and unattainable. Life is like mail, why complain? Endless past lives, how many spring flowers and autumn moons, that is even more dangerous. And ask Niu Shan guest, why alone with clothes.
Translation:
Clouds and shadows are immersed in the river, and Hongyan is planning to fly south. I brought a hip flask, invited guests and found a green, quiet and smoky place to drink. A smile is rare in the world. Fortunately, Huang Ju can take it off and put it on his head to amuse himself. The scenery is still the scenery of previous years, and people are no longer the people of the past.
To celebrate the Double Ninth Festival, you should get as drunk as a fiddler. Please don't refuse to drink again. People living in this world are like parasites. Why do you have to work hard and hate that life is too short in the end? Throughout the ages, the list is endless. There are many flowers in the world, and there is nowhere to escape from the crisis. Ask Qi Jinggong why he shed tears on his skirt, because life is short.
This article comes from the Poem of Mount Li written by Zhu in Song Dynasty, which includes Du Mu.
Appreciate:
According to the original content of a certain style, rewriting a sentence into another genre is called implicit inclusion. This word implies Du Mu's poem "Climbing Mount Qi in Nine Days". When I read it for the first time, I felt that I transplanted the original poem sentence by sentence, but it was dull and far away. Repeatedly chanting experience, only to find that the spirit of artistic conception has been thoroughly remoulded. ?
Let's look at Du Muyuan's poem: "Jiangying geese fly at first, and carry the pot with them." It is difficult to write a pen in the world, and chrysanthemums must be inserted. Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. This is the only situation throughout the ages. Why does Niu Shan want to be alone? " On the Double Ninth Festival, Du Mu climbed Qishan with his friends, and the beautiful scenery made this late Tang poet feel a rare joy. However, the setting sun touched the author's impermanence and sadness.