One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.
BMW carved cars full of incense, the phoenix moved, the basin lights turned and the fish dragon danced all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was there, and the fire was dim.
Ouyang Xiu _ _ _ _ raw tea seeds. Yuanxi
Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights, with willow tips on the moon and people around dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
This nostalgic poem "Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi" is one of Ouyang Xiu's masterpieces.
The first movie of Ci recalled the previous tryst, full of hope and happiness, which shows how happy their feelings are. The surrounding environment, whether it is flowers, lights, or the moon and willows, has become a witness of love, a beautiful confession and a picture of happiness in the future. Emotion and scenery are linked together, showing a beautiful artistic conception.
But happy times always become memories soon. In the next movie, the pen turns and time flies like electricity. In the blink of an eye, it is "This Year's Night", which pulls the hero's feelings back from his memories. "The Moon and the Lights Still" describes today's environment in a very general way. The word "still" leads people's thoughts to the description in the last film. The moonlight is still beautiful, and the lantern market is still as bright as day. The environment is still the same as last year, but what about people? This is the main theme of the hero and the main body of his lyric. The poet has nowhere to look for beauty in the crowd, and his mood is depressed, and his clothes are wet with bitter and helpless tears. In the old society, the weather was old and the clothes were old. How can a beautiful woman not be sad when she can't see tears? The last sentence "I didn't see it last year" contains infinite sadness, and the last sentence makes this sad feeling vivid and clear.
Things are different, and the contrast between the past and the present is bleak, so the beautiful scenery has also become a sad scene, and the night scene of the flower market intertwined with the moon and lights has also changed from bright to dark. Cold sadness pervades the world's next movie. Lights, flowers, moons and willows are nothing but the embodiment of desolation, the catalyst of sadness and the witness of lovesickness in the eyes of the protagonist. Beauty is hard to find now, and tears are also sad to see flowers, and tears are full of sleeves.
You never know, and it's hard to get what you want. The most touching thing is the sad, lingering and unforgettable acacia. Who has never longed for, who has never really pursued, can be helpless, and the figure of happiness always passes by. The joy of the old days still lingers in my heart, and the person who is infatuated with waiting will never come again in this life. There is nothing to do, but what about the swallows we have met before? Is the love that once existed really unpredictable? If so, are those beautiful young days in two of a kind drifting away in the years? No one expected, missed a season and missed a lifetime. Although the mountain alliance is there, the beauty is silent. What a sad regret and heartbreaking pain!
The ancients did this, and so do modern people. There is always too much sadness and regret in the world. Things are changing, and things are changing. Looking back, the former people are gone, and there are no heartbroken people here. The world of mortals is rolling, and there is a vast sea of people. There is nowhere to find beautiful women, so there are ten thousand kinds of tenderness, and who do you talk to?
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Ren Jun "tears wet the sleeves of his spring shirt", but he has "not seen last year". How can this hurt him? Ouyang Xiu has many poems, but I love Cha Sheng, Zi Yuan and Xi alone. Singing "Last January's Night ..." over and over again, I was infinitely sad, and the faint sadness turned into a deep sigh: What love is there in this world that will make this endless sorrow endless?