Sad Wen Qu/Yi Ru
I like the agility and dexterity of picking mulberry seeds. Even aside from the words, the word "picking mulberry seeds" alone has the freshness and charm of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which can make people smell the breath of spring.
Picking Mulberry and Picking Lotus are two pastoral songs belonging to the south of the Yangtze River. Mulberry picking begins in spring and ends in summer, and lotus picking begins in summer. Stretch each other. In spring, the silkworm house in Jiangnan was awakened by Lei Zhen. Immediately, the young black silkworm bit the tough membrane of the cocoon with its small mouth and crawled on the green mulberry leaves in a large area, eating all night. All night, I made a rustling sound. For a moment, I thought it was raining outside the window. In the mulberry picking season in March, in the countryside, you will see mulberry picking women carrying baskets and picking mulberry leaves in the mulberry garden after the rain. It is common for bold children to lurk in trees, pluck mulberries from their chests and eat Qing Wu with their mouths full. Happy and happy. Mulberry reminds people of the difficulty of food and clothing, but it shows the abundance of labor.
Since Huajian and the Northern Song Dynasty, the third sentence "picking mulberry seeds" in the upper and lower parts of the word spectrum does not need to overlap with the previous sentence. Since Li Qingzhao's "Adding Words and Picking Mulberry" created the amazing variant of overlapping sentences, many poets in later generations have also imitated Li Qingzhao's form, and the third sentence in the upper and lower films is overlapping sentences. Repetition of the beat can increase the pleasant effect and charm of Xu Shu. This poem also has the effect of folding and overlapping.
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? The atrium is overcast. Yin fills the heart, leaves warm the heart, and the volume is relaxed and affectionate.
It's raining at night on my sad pillow, which is a little sad. A little sad, worried about leaving people, not used to listening.
-Li Qingzhao's "Adding Words and Picking Mulberries"
This is Li Qingzhao's sorrow, because there was a happy day of "gambling books to make tea fragrant" and a lingering love affair of "being turned red", and later loneliness was even more difficult. The contrast between the past and the present is also stronger. Rong Ruo, too, lived a beautiful life as soon as possible. When he was alone, he could not bear loneliness. The artistic conception of these two "Picking Mulberry Seeds" is similar. In the form of reduplication, Rong Ruo's style is simple, but his characteristics of filling words in common spoken language and not carving ornaments echo Yi 'an's concealment.
This poem "Picking Mulberry Seeds" is an expression of feelings, and there is not a word in it. Among them, it is sad and touching, and it is clearly said that it is "another night of thin in snuff." However, it is not just snuff that is gaunt and messy.
It's not that I don't know what's bothering me, but that I know there is nothing I can do. What can be solved is not called a knot. How can it be difficult to settle down in this life? Rong Ruo, such an affectionate man, is as sad as snowflakes, flying freely all over the sky. After perilla, there is Nalan, but who can make a lamentation after Rong Ruo? Don't think about marrying such a man, because you are deeply in love and jealous, and you are doomed to leave a memorable love story in advance.
"Yuefu" was originally the official office of the Han Dynasty, which managed the music used in sacrifices, parades and courts. As an official collection of folk songs, it is also called Yuefu. Later, all poems that can be appreciated are called Yuefu. Rong Ruo's ci is generalized. Who plays sad old Yuefu songs at night? The rustling sound of the wind and rain echoed with it, and the long night drifted away. Unconsciously, the red candle burned out and snuff was like a person who lost his clothes. The lower detective clung to the upper detective's "thin snuff and stayed up all night" and further told his boring mood: "I don't know what's going on, I'm bored when I wake up, and bored when I'm drunk." I don't know what bothers me. Despair when awake; It's hard to hide your sadness when you are drunk. Whether awake or intoxicated, that person will never forget.
Yan Xiaoshan's "Partridge Sky" is full of flowery words, such as "The soul of a dream is used to unrestrained inspection and has passed Xie Qiao". I don't know why, but even the rigorous Cheng Yi Neo-Confucianists fell in love with it and admired it. Rong Ruo even transferred the meaning of the hill here and asked, "Has Dream ever been to Xie Qiao?" Even if I can dream, can I really visit Xie Qiao and reunite with Iraqis as I wish? Compared with Yu Xiaoshan's unrestrained dream, Rong Ruo's loneliness and desolation are vivid, so this sentence ends the whole article with endless words and feelings.
I tried my best for you, but I missed my dream. Finally, I am as heartless as the golden couple.
The hills also do mulberry picking—
Bailianchi was reunited last month and tonight. Qushui Lanzhou, I remember flying with Joan to watch the moon sleep.
Yellow flowers and green wine are wet with tears after separation. Old things happen every year, and lotus picking in Nanhu is in season.
At that time, the place where the moon flew was still desolate. I'll think about it, too. Lonely nights are longer.
Tears spilled on the mandarin duck pillow and circled the cloister again. I went to the east window on the moon, and now I want to be heartbroken.
-Yan "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
Poetry is in his hand, dancing the city like a peerless actress. But these mountains are different from Rong Ruo. He missed himself all his life, mourning the years that flew through his fingers and didn't stay. [4]