Now, I can't remember exactly how my best friend commented on this poem, but I vaguely remember that she disagreed with future generations to interpret this poem as the theme of female lovesickness. What I can't forget until now is her beautiful handwriting when she copied this poem over and over again. Today, these words are still in my "time machine" and I turn them out from time to time. The so-called "time machine" is a wooden box made by my family from a carpenter, which contains my favorite things collected since childhood, or gifts from friends, or letters from friends, or various honorary certificates I have obtained. Among them, what I cherish most is the communication between me and my best friend. At that time, when we were young, we were still dreaming one gorgeous literary dream after another. Even at the same table, we like Hongyan to pass books, chat poems and talk about each other's hearts.
"Travel again" in Nineteen Ancient Poems has also been lying quietly in the corner, emitting Gu Mo's book fragrance. Some time ago, I turned it out and reread it, but my heart was still filled with emotion. Nowadays, with the increase of age and experience, we are not what we used to be. In addition, in recent years, my best friend has also had some physical problems. I almost thought I would lose a sister who has been with me for more than ten years. Reading this poem again, the first sentence is enough to make people cry. Although I haven't broken contact now, I'm still on the move and separated from you. What makes me sad is not the parting now, but the helplessness and panic that she thinks she is terminally ill. Life and death, we will have a chance to meet again. If we die, it will be one on the horizon and one in the corner of the earth. How pathetic. At the sight of parting, I still sighed to death.
Now, if you read this poem again, why are you afraid of "the road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan"? As long as we are alive, we can tell you when we meet. Huma follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of bird's nest. Although it is a metaphor for hometown, it is similar to me and my best friend seeking common ground while reserving differences in some aspects. She loves the lonely smoke in the desert and the sunset in the long river. I love the misty rain and fireworks in March in the south of the Yangtze River, but we can also become best bosom friends. I remember at that time, we also agreed that when the economy became independent, we would go sightseeing together and see the lonely desert, and fireworks would go down to Yangzhou together in March. Today, we haven't been to the two places we want to go most, but we unexpectedly went to the Imperial City and the Ice City together. Without her husband's company, there is no lack of relaxation and comfort in the girlfriends' trip. However, there won't be many opportunities to travel together, and you can't travel if you have a family and a job. I hope the rest of my life can be peaceful. Let's go to the northwest to see the desert and go to the south of the Yangtze River to see the misty rain.
"It's getting late, and the clothes are getting slower", which means that the clothes are getting wider and wider, and people are haggard. For me and my best friend, as long as they are settled in their own lives, it will be sunny. "The clouds cover the sun, and the wanderer has no intention of returning." That is, I will think of you in the clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset. For me and my best friend, whether in the ends of the earth or in the ends of the earth, just remember to come back and get together often. "Thinking of the monarch makes you old, and the years are getting late", that is, if there is love in the sky, there is also old. For me and my best friend, it's sad that so many people walk in and out of each other's world, but it's also a kind of happiness that we can leave each other when Zhu Yan is old. "Don't give up the donation, try to add meals", that's what you said, but what you said is what you remember. For me and my best friend, that is to wish you all the best, look forward to reunion and see you soon.
Jiang Xun said in the interpretation of Song Ci that "there is only the difference between life and death between people, and there is no third ending". Qian Zhongshu once wrote affectionately, "From now on, we will only die, and there will be no separation". For me, whether I live or die, I can't accept it at present. There are few intimate friends, even if I travel again, I hope to see the well-being of my best friends.
At that time, I was old. I hope you and I are still old friends, standing by the window, turning on my dusty "time machine" again and reading the "Travel and Travel" you copied to me that year. At that time, it was the best annotation of this poem: thinking of the monarch makes people old, and the years are getting late.