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My music, why is it sad to listen to a concert?
Sweetness is incompatible, and happiness makes happiness laugh.
Why love you unhappy things,
Or why are you willing to accept your troubles?
If the sweet voice is perfect and harmonious
The coordination between relatives and friends worries you,
They just gently blame you for not.
Choke the ensemble in your heart with a solo.
Look at this string, the other's lover,
How to echo and oscillate harmoniously;
Like fathers, sons and happy mothers,
They got together and sang in unison.
Their silent songs are all the same.
Sing to you: "If you are single, everything is empty."
Comments: First of all, according to the scene of this poem, we can speculate that the poet is trying to comfort a lonely person, who feels more sad because of hearing music, so the author says, "If the happy voice is perfect and harmonious,
The coordination between relatives and friends worries you,
They just gently blame you for not.
Choke the ensemble in your heart with a solo. To put it mildly, you are sad because you already have a "solo" in your heart, and you "suffocate" the happy music with this solo. In other words, "you" killed the beauty of music in your heart. Then, the author starts with whose director Qin Xuan said vividly, "Look at this string, the lover of the other,
How to echo and oscillate harmoniously; "This is to persuade" you "forget the sorrow past. If music knows how to echo each other, if music and musical instruments are not lonely, why do you want to protect your misfortune and refuse to integrate into that cheerful melody?
Their silent songs are all the same.
Sing to you: "If you are single, everything is empty." The last sentence is the central idea of the author's poem: loneliness is impossible to be happy. So please "you" forget the pain and give others a chance to be close to your heart. This is probably the embodiment of Shakespeare's humanism in this poem.
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I will never admit the union of two hearts.
There will be any obstacles; Love is not true love,
If you turn the rudder as soon as you see someone change,
Or see others turn around and leave.
Oh, never! Love is the eternal tower lamp,
It watched the storm intently, but was indifferent;
Love is another star, guiding the lost boat.
You can measure how high it is, but its value is infinite.
Love is not affected by time, even if it is beautiful.
And white teeth are bound to suffer from the hand of time;
Love doesn't change with the moment,
It stands tall until the end.
If my words are wrong and prove to be incorrect,
Even if I don't write a poem, no one really loves it.
This poem is obviously expounding the poet's own view of love: true love is invincible. As long as you firmly believe that you are in love, then there are no obstacles. If there are obstacles, it is not true love. And love is not afraid of difficulties and obstacles. "Love is an eternal tower lamp.
It watched the storm intently, but was indifferent; "Secondly, true love never dies." Love is not affected by time, even if it is a kind of beauty.
And white teeth are bound to suffer from the hand of time;
Love will not change with the change of the moment. "
The poet's love is very idealistic. If it doesn't meet these standards, it won't be called love ... Maybe the conditions are too harsh, but at least it is a goal worth pursuing.