300 Song Ci poems, graceful and restrained, translated and annotated by people who were injured in spring.
The dense grass reminds me of my long-lost grandson. The pavilion outside the willow tree is towering, and she looks at it all day for nothing. The cuckoo's son has been barking, and the sad voice is unbearable. Seeing that it is dusk again, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the boudoir door.
As far as appreciation is concerned, the words used in the whole poem are nothing more than the commonly used words in the Song Dynasty, such as the tall building outside the willow, the sunset of the grass, the pear flower with rain, and the cuckoo at dusk. However, just as a talented composer can compose countless wonderful movements with different combinations of seven notes, this word also depicts an independent and irreplaceable artistic image with its infectious image combination and natural and delicate artistic conception.
Let's look at the structure of this word first. This word is mainly about scenery, and it conveys a kind of yearning for hurting spring. That kind of fragrant and subtle emotion is gradually deepened and enriched through the transformation of scenery and gradually displayed. In the scene transition, the words show the psychological characteristics from big to small, and gradually converge, and the word body eventually tends to be closed. From the beginning, the word showed an open and sad blue color: the sky is fragrant, the flowers bloom thousands of miles, the eyes are green, the people who miss you are far away, and the heart of the boudoir is fluttering gently until the end of the day. In this sentence, both emotion and scenery show a profound and subtle feature. Next, the scene is gathered in the willow trees in the field and the high-rise buildings outside the willow trees. Then, in the cuckoo's cry, it will be dusk, and with the passage of time, the pear blossoms in the yard for the spring rain have once again gathered at the scene. Finally, Moth was admitted to the hospital, and the scene was closed into a close-up without words. It is conceivable that the hearts of those who wander thousands of miles away behind closed doors will eventually return to their closed hearts. The structure of ci works is from big to small, from the outside to the inside, from scenery to emotion, and has the characteristics of convergence on the whole. This feature accurately shows the introverted mentality of ancient women.
Another feature of this word is that it does not use words as energy, because it can be seen that some of the most common images are used in words. Most of these images appear repeatedly in the poems of predecessors, accumulating rich connotations and deep national cultural feelings. Image itself has a strong "tension" of beauty, which is enough to mobilize people's life and cultural accumulation, thus helping readers imagine a beautiful artistic conception. Such as grass, willows, tall buildings, Du Yu, pear flowers, etc., are the basic images in China's elegant literature. These images have been sung by poets of all ages, and they are highly sensitive to hair-trigger and sound echo. That is to say, as far as willow is concerned, from the willow in the Book of Songs to Wei Zhuang's "heartless is a Taicheng willow", from Li Bai's "spring breeze without resentment" to Liu Yong's "Yang Liuan and the breeze and the waning moon", how many China literati's worries are contained in that wisp of willow silk! When people read this word, they will feel the lingering sadness in their hearts to varying degrees with the accumulation of their respective cultures. Another example is Fangcao, "Spring grass flourishes when the prince and grandson don't return" (Huainan Mountain recruits hermits): "I remember the green silk skirt and pity Fangcao everywhere" (Niu Xiji's Life Stop): "I hate it like spring grass, but I still live further away" (Li Yu's Qingpingle).
Most other images in this word also have this beautiful association. Therefore, when the author skillfully combines these images together, a richer and more enlightening picture is formed. So people find strangeness in familiarity and infinity in finiteness.
Appreciating Li Zhongyuan's "Remembering the King's Day" is a word that describes * * * missing her husband.
The first sentence of the word "the flourishing grass remembers Wang Sun" is the language of "Wang Sun swims without returning, and the flourishing grass grows" in Liu An's Recruit Hermits, indicating time and season.
"Liu Wailou lost his soul" means climbing a tall building and looking out of the window, hoping to miss his husband day and night, but still not seeing him, feeling sad and feeling sad. "Du Yu's Voice is Disgusting" is about cuckoo's piercing voice, which can even arouse the sadness of missing relatives. "In the evening, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door." It will be dusk, it will rain again, and pear blossoms will fall to the ground, and the injury will go further. * * * Sifu's lonely mood, accompanied by biting cold wind and heavy rain, is even more heartbreaking. I couldn't bear to see pear blossoms again, so I closed the door and never saw anyone again. It gives people endless reverie, and the sadness is beyond words.
The whole poem was rendered layer by layer, and pushed forward layer by layer until the final "closing the door" stopped. This was a very silent story, even more than what they told by voice. It's exciting to read.
He lives near 1 122 (Xuanhe, Song Huizong), and his life experience is unknown. There are four poems recalling Wang Sunzi in Song Ci, all of which are excellent works with great artistic conception. For example, the first song is about the melancholy in the boudoir: when a beautiful woman looks at a tall building, she sees that the sky is high and the grass is low, and the people who want it are far away; I heard Du Yusheng moan again, and the pain was "unbearable". The color gradually entered the courtyard, and the protagonist retreated to the embroidered pavilion with the tick of "Rain Beats Pear Blossoms", but his heart was undoubtedly more dignified than before, and the whole word was filled with sadness. Jong Won Lee
When the rain hits the pear, it closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. The catkins are light and the pears are sunny. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin. Pear blossoms under the moon, borrowing the dream lace gallery. The willow is golden and tender, and the pear flower is fragrant with snow. Dongfeng hates Du Xuan, blowing jade branches, and jathyapple pear blossoms are also jealous. At the beginning, I saw pear blossoms with jathyapple, and Haitang half contained morning rain. After Yingying Yan Yan flew away, the pink pear was thin. Snow powder flowers, pear blossoms, smoke villages no longer. Willow leaves wrinkle with songs, and pear flowers weep. The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In the dead of night. The atrium is just shining with pear blossoms and snowy moons. White brocade has no grain and no fragrance, and Yushu Qiongpa piles snow. Pears wither at the latest, and there is no exact date of return.