Dai wangshu
I'm afraid I'm getting old,
As time goes by slowly,
Every time it's slow and quiet,
Will be full of infinite regrets.
At sunset, I sat in a hard and cold round-backed chair.
I will see, in front of my vague eyes
Floating through those vague shadows;
Delicate smile, slender hands,
A few burning eyes,
Or when pearls of tears shine.
Yes, I don't remember very clearly:
Whisper in my ear
Put your lips in the right place,
Are they cherry blossoms?
That's Li Ru cymbals with lazy eyes.
Look at the brocade shoes she has taken off? ......
I don't remember these clearly,
Because I am old.
I said, I'm worried about getting old,
Afraid that these memories will fade,
Piece by piece, like a flower;
Leaving only withered branches, lonely.
The reduplication "slow silence" in this poem highlights the loneliness and loneliness of the old man in daily life, and only feels that there is no stronger desire in every moment of exercise. Instead, it repeatedly carries infinite melancholy.
Overlapping words "piece by piece", when all this is fixed, when old dreams are connected, this piece reflects the true ambiguity of the old man and highlights "I can't remember clearly", then "I" is really old and irretrievably old.
agree with
There are few Chinese roses.
Get sick in the garden
Butterflies are cut off and come and go.
Blue is like washing, boundless.
close-up shot
Running water is ruthless, but falling flowers are intentional.
An indivisible past
give priority to
A slim hope
Do what you want to do.
A world of its own.
The loss and loss of missing.
Preference can only be given.
Treat an ending coldly.