Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Comments: This is a sentimental poem written by Su Dongpo after he dreamed that his beloved concubine Wang Chaoyun would die one day. Simple and sincere affection, you will be moved by affection every time you finish reading it. Separated by yin and yang, reunion can only be expected in a dream. What Su Dongpo can't give up ten years later is the kind of affection that affects each other. What he can't stand is not the loss of vigorous love, but the loneliness of a person after losing his partner. "Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost." All you can see in your dreams are trivial fragments of the past life of your deceased relatives. Because in those trivial things, there is an indelible affection. What is the highest state of love in the world of mortals? Holding your hand is a realm, caring for each other is a realm, and life and death are also a realm. In this world, there is the most dignified and profound love, called dependence. It is a long-term infiltration and a warmth that blends into each other's lives.
Second, the "operator" Li Chi Ngai
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it.
Comments: Li Zhiyi's poem is only forty-five words, but it is short and affectionate. The whole poem revolves around the Yangtze River, expressing men and women's yearning for love and resentment against separation. At the beginning, I wrote that two people are thousands of miles apart, which means that it is difficult to meet each other, and the lovesickness sees the depth. At the end of the sentence, write "* * * to drink", and the two places are connected by water to exchange needed goods; Melting love into water, using water as a metaphor for love, the affection is equally endless, expressing the heroine's persistent pursuit and eager expectation for love. The whole word is full of feelings, progressive and reciprocating, but the feelings are ups and downs in just a few words.
Third,' Qiu Yan Ci'
Yuan Haowen
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
Comments: In those days, Yuan Haowen went to Bingzhou to try and met a goose catcher on the way. The goose catcher told Yuan Haowen a strange thing that happened today: he set a net to catch a goose today and caught one, but one escaped. Unexpectedly, the wild goose didn't fly away, but hovered over him for a while, and then fell to the ground and died. Yuan Haowen looked at the two geese in the hands of the wild goose catcher, and his mood was difficult for a while. He bought these two geese with money, then buried them on the bank of Fenhe River, set up a stone as a souvenir, named "Qiu Yan", and wrote the poem "Qiu Yan Ci". Looking back at Shuangyan, "far away from home, far away from home" winters in the south and returns to the north in spring, "several times in cold and summer". They fly together, live together and love each other deeply. There are both happy reunion and bitter parting, but no force can separate them. Moreover, after the "trap breaks the amphibious dream", the lover has passed away and can live alone! Therefore, the "quitter" made up his mind to follow in the grave and "throw himself into the river". The ancients believed that love is extreme, "the living can die and the dead can live". How affectionate it is to be committed to life and death!
On the traditional view of love from China's ancient poems
Love has been a theme sung by human beings since ancient times. Poetry, as the mainstream of China's classical literature, is no exception. China's ancient love poems have distinct aesthetic characteristics. The essence of love she praises is pure and sincere, the form of love she expresses is subtle and elegant, the quality of love she embodies is loyal and firm, and the will of love she shows is affectionate and persistent. China's ancient love poems are precious spiritual wealth left by our predecessors.
Forty-two national styles of The Book of Songs. The peak of "Quiet Woman";
This quiet girl is so cute that she will come to the corner of my town. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head.
The quiet girl looks good. Give me a tong tube. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.
This country exploits me, Meili Yi and is rare. It is not as beautiful as weeds, and beauty gives people deep affection.
This is a poem describing the dating scene of men and women in love. Delicate brushwork vividly depicts the shyness and shyness of a "quiet girl" and the simple behavior of a man going to an appointment, showing an implicit beauty. Simple words reveal the warm feelings and feelings of the hero and heroine, but he hides his admiration with shy words, which is subtle and beautiful, but not lost in enthusiasm.
Another example is "curly ears"
Picked and picked, half a day less than a small basket. Well, I'm pregnant, so I went somewhere else.
I'm tired, Peter Trey. Let's pour a golden pot of wine first to comfort me.
Climbing up the high mountain ridge, the horse's legs are already soft and confused. Fill my glass and keep me away from my inner sadness.
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, why bother?
It's about a woman who misses her husband and doesn't express her concern directly. Instead, she expresses her worries by imagining all kinds of situations he encounters outside and calling herself "I" by her imaginary lover. First of all, this woman misses her husband so much that she stops picking vegetables. Then, instead of writing her further thoughts, she entered fantasy, changed roles and realized the replacement of the missing subject. Imagine the situation of the person you miss, drown your sorrows by drinking, and don't make yourself sad. Wang Fuzhi put it well: "If you show that you will never be pregnant, you will know that you will always be pregnant. It shows that it will never hurt and knows that it will always hurt. " Use the imaginary husband to miss himself in trouble to express his nostalgia.
Look again,
It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jiaxu is about a man who has a crush on a woman, but never dreamed of it. A distant and vague, beautiful and desolate feeling arises spontaneously. A long and clean smell, silently watching the silence not far away. Yearning for romantic and lingering love. An externalized romantic scene brings people an internalized touch, waiting alone for the unreachable Iraqis by the river covered with reeds. How desolate and beautiful is that?
Love is an eternal topic that people have been talking about for a long time. Most people think that people nowadays are madly in love, completely in love, completely in love, desperately in love, fully displaying their individuality, enjoying freedom and bold expression. The ancients were bound by all kinds of feudal ethics, and they could only endure and suppress, but they didn't know that the more suppressed things were, the more vital they were. Human history, in a sense, can be said to be a history of depression. I forget who said this-the more depressed, the more explosive, just like a balloon. The greater the air pressure inside, the greater the possibility of blasting, and the greater the powerful sound when blasting. As long as there is love, there will be expression and love will be talked about. To speak is to say, that is, to express. Who said the ancients were subtle? The ancient people's expression of love lags far behind that of modern people. For example, a poem "Bodhisattva Man" written in the Tang Dynasty wrote: "Make a wish before the pillow: I want to rest until the green hills are rotten and float on the horizontal plane until the Yellow River is completely dry. At dawn, Beidou will return to the south, we can't stop, and see the sun on the third night! " Listen, what an iron couple! How can the castle peak rot? Will the Yellow River dry up? How does Beidou return to the south? How can the sun appear in the dead of night? Modern people swear all day that "the seas run dry and the rocks rot, and their hearts will not change." Isn't that what the ancients said? There are more than a thousand years left? There is also a saying in Yuefu folk songs, "... there are no graves in the mountains, rivers are endless, winter thunder bursts with summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are one, dare to be king!" "Oh, my god, when the world is so different, it is the moment when the two of them break up! There is a poem "Ode to Qingjiang River" in Yuanqu-farewell: "If you still want to see him, tell the truth: it's not that you don't write books, it's not that you don't have talent, and you can't buy sample paper around Qingjiang River!" The author asked someone to bring a letter to his lover, not because he didn't want to write, nor because he didn't have the talent to write, but because he couldn't buy a letter paper as big as the sky! Acacia is too much to write, where can ordinary stationery fit? How hot it is! Nowadays, people describe love as a fire. Doesn't ChristianRandPhillips have a love song? "You are like a fire in winter, and the flaming flame burns me …" If ChristianRandPhillips is a fire, we women in the Yuan Dynasty can call it a flaming volcano, and see who is crazy! In ancient times, a man named Wei Sheng made an appointment with a woman to meet under a bridge. I don't know why, at the appointed time, the woman didn't arrive, and the tide suddenly rose. Weisheng refused to break his promise to the woman, held the bridge column and waited, and finally drowned in the water. What a spoony person! There is also the well-known love story between Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. Of course, there are many political reasons for their mixed stories. If we treat them not as empresses in historical figures, but as ordinary love tragedies, their unswerving and faithful love is still very valuable. There are many women in the harem of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, but they can "have other women in his court, with 3,000 rare beauties, but his favorite 3,000 are concentrated on one body." Later, due to political reasons, Yang Guifei was forced to hang on Mawei Slope. Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty "could not save her, but hid her face and looked back at the confluence of blood and tears." He thinks there is no love in the world of Zhaoyang Temple. Since then, "the porcelain mandarin ducks on the tiles have grown thick and frosty, who is cold and jade broken?" ? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. "Tang Xuanzong's unswerving love for Yang Guifei, the kind of emotion that can't be changed wherever he goes, is great, especially for the emperor with supreme power. Apart from political reasons, they can be said to have little loyalty since ancient times. A person's absence, a hairpin and a fan can evoke his heartbreaking sadness. Finally, Emperor Xuanzong died in deep meditation and anger. It is really "forbearance in the earth, forbearance in the sky;" One day, both will end, and this situation is endless! "Love, a sacred and eternal topic, cannot be said or said. Anyway, the love of the ancients has many things that make people think deeply today. ...
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