Say goodbye to sadness forever
Nomads invaded and the Northern Song Dynasty perished.
Like-minded husbands died in other places.
Du Nan took refuge, and the half-life collection of stones and stone cultural relics was lost.
Get up in the middle of the night, outside, the wind is biting.
Looking for something? It's hard to avoid crying alone on such a cold night.
That feeling is like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. Repeatedly singing, wandering in the bleak, tactfully sad, just like hearing a very sad person whispering, that kind of sad mood lingers for a long time.
I'm in a bad mood, and with this hot and cold weather, I can't even sleep. If she can sleep, she can escape the pain in a short time, but the more she wants to sleep, the harder it is, so she naturally thinks of her dead husband. Let it be! Life is like this, what is unbearable? Get dressed and get up and have a drink to warm up. But colds are caused by loneliness. Drinking, like drinking tea, will only make you feel particularly miserable when you are alone.
Holding a glass of light wine, on this day of low clouds and cold wind, I suddenly heard a lonely goose cry. The plaintive voice cut through the sky and cut her unhealed wound again. My head is white and my husband flies with me. Alas, Goose, you are so sad and bitter. Are you widowed in old age like me? Like me, do you have to face Wan Li Mountain and Qian Shan Sunset Snow alone for the rest of your 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.
Those chrysanthemums have also withered and withered all over the floor, without the elegance of "Dongli handle wine at dusk, with faint fragrant sleeves" In the past, when her husband was alive, what a wonderful life, poetry and songs, sorting out ancient books, but now? I am the only one left in this endless loneliness. So things are different and people are completely different. 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. When she felt sorry for the fallen flowers and worried about herself, it began to rain again; The raindrops pattered on the plane leaves until dusk. 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. But in her bitterness, it sounds like hitting her heart, drop by drop, with a sound, so strong that it knocks and shakes her heart that she can't restrain herself!
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. Lonely geese, broken chrysanthemums and phoenix trees, everything in front of her, let her sorrow and sadness overlap until it is difficult to see!
At first, it was warm and cold, but the wind came late, wild geese passed in the old days, yellow flowers everywhere, phoenix trees and autumn rain and so on. It filled her with bitterness and sadness, but her sadness didn't stop there. She has too many troubles. The pain of life experience, the pain of home and country, the disease of loneliness, etc. How can you cover everything with only one word "worry" and summarize it?
Thousands of years have passed, and that loneliness lingers in the poet's heart forever, and it also ripples in our hearts.