From Qing Nalan Rong Ruo's Mulan Ci, Imitating Ancient Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends.
And "We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " It's from Pipa Xing written by Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Honey, I don't know. What exactly are you asking?
Meet meet, meet meet, why meet meet? From your tone, I feel that you are ambivalent.
It is a great fate to meet and know each other.
Cherish, if there is no result after all.
When you miss,
Life is somewhere tomorrow, so why meet each other? Why meet again? What can be expressed? First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love.
Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other.
Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.
Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other.
Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet.
Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes.
Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue.
Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together.
Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together.
But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met.
Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick.
This poem was written by Cangyang Jiacuo, which is somewhat similar to what you said, and the general idea is similar.
If we don't meet, how can we fall in love?
If you don't love, where do you miss?
But since we are so homesick and can't be together, why meet each other at the beginning?
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Guess the idiom correctly, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Yan Zilie H, love at first sight [y and jià n rú gê]
[Interpretation] Therefore: an old friend. We hit it off like old friends when we first met.
[Source] Twenty-nine Years of Zuo Zhuan's "xianggong": "Seeing your son's property is like an old acquaintance." Yue, Jia Sitan ...
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Know each other. Why have we met before? Which song is the lyrics? The ending song "Forever Companion" in the "Bon voyage" column of Beijing Communications Station
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? The whole poem is from Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.
Whole poem:
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard 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 long sentences and songs, every 616 words are 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.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
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 brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
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.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of 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 was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, 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.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted 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.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife 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. This dream is full of makeup and 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 and the autumn night in the moonlight.
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. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Appreciate:
This poem is very artistic. First, he combined the singer and the singer's thoughts and feelings, saying that you are talking about me and I am talking about you. Fates are the same and closely related. After the lute girls narrated their life experiences, the poet thought that they were "neither of us is happy-forever old"; After the poet told her life story, the pipa girl was "... moved by what I said, and she stood there for a while". After the pipa girl played another song, the poet was even more "this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. " Intimate friends are touching everywhere, and there is love everywhere. Secondly, the technique of writing scenery and music in the poem is superb, closely combined with writing life experiences and expressing sadness, and the atmosphere is consistent, so that the work is immersed in a sad and sad atmosphere from beginning to end. Thirdly, the language of the work is vivid, strong in generalization and simple and flexible, so the whole poem is well-known and easy to recite. For example, "However, before she came to us, we called for it a thousand times and urged it a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us"; "Don't feel dark and hate life, and speak more in silence than in voice"; There were fewer and fewer chariots and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears; "We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " , and so on are beautiful and moving sentences!
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? The antonym poem and yet, while China holds our friendship, Heaven is still our neighbor.
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Let's meet next. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? Next sentence: A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick exile here in Jiujiang. The original sentence is: neither of us is happy-forever and ever, 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.
About the author:
Bai Juyi (772 ~ 846), also known as Xiangshan Jushi in his later years, was a great realistic poet in Tang Dynasty in China. His poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and popular language, and are known as "Poet Saint" and "Poet King". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Bai Juyi was born in Xinzheng, Zhengzhou, Henan Province, and was buried in Luoyang. Bai Juyi's former residence memorial hall is located in the suburb of Luoyang. Bai Yuan (the tomb of Bai Juyi) is located at Pipa Peak in Xiangshan, south of Luoyang.
Introduction to the work:
Pipa Xing is one of the long Yuefu poems written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Eleven years of Yuanhe (8 16). This poem reveals the unreasonable phenomena such as bureaucratic corruption, the decline of people's livelihood and the burying of talents in feudal society by describing the superb playing skills and unfortunate experiences of the pipa girl, expressing the poet's deep sympathy for her and the poet's resentment at her innocent demotion.
If life is just like seeing this life for the first time, why meet her or him again-a person who is destined to meet a prophet but can't last forever. Perhaps in the crowded sea of people, perhaps in the street where the lights are dim, perhaps in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River or in the snow in the north. When we meet in the bleak autumn wind or rain, we may forget our feelings, love, infatuation and madness. Just eye contact, I know that I am the person the other person is looking for, thinking that life is so beautiful.
In fact, nature has tricked people, and she and he have no result, although there is an unforgettable process. Finally, when she separated from him, many years later, she recalled the first meeting, the flowers, the fallen leaves and the bright moon at that time.
We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? But we met as soon as we met. What do you mean? The first sentence: Meeting is fate, so why must we know each other?
The second sentence: They knew each other from the first time they met, and regarded them as bosom friends, just like an old friend they had met.