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 tears sparkle with pearls.
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.
In this poem, the reduplication "silence for a long time" highlights the loneliness and loneliness of the old man in his daily life. I only feel that in every moment of exercise, there is no longer a desire for vitality, but endless melancholy.
Overlapping words "piece by piece", when these things are solidified, when old dreams are linked together, this piece reflects the true ambiguity of the old man and highlights "I can't remember very clearly", then "I" is really old and irretrievably old.