Meet Huan
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
If you keep cutting, you will still be confused, and that is to leave your sadness.
It's not just the general taste.
Although it was written by Li Yu, it is appropriate to regard this word as a woman's heart voice.
The woman lifted the curtain and silently came to the balcony in the west, looking into the distance. The moon hanging in the sky is so bright that a woman's eyes are shining with tears. I think of the people who once enjoyed the moon with her, and now I don't know where it is.
When autumn comes, the lonely plane leaves in the courtyard fall to the ground, and women love acacia even more.
I thought that women and men were so loving, but now that they are separated, the sadness in women's hearts is getting stronger and stronger.
The woman is so sad that she wants to divert her attention quickly. If only she could cut her sadness with scissors, but she kept cutting and cutting, and the more she cut, the more messy she became.
This inner entanglement is really unbearable, and the woman's heart has long been a mess.
It is distressing to see the feelings of women who are constantly cutting and confused. Have you ever felt like a woman? This is the feeling that ancient women kept cutting and confused.
In modern times, such a constant feeling also exists from time to time. There is a poem by Wang Guozhen, which also depicts this feeling of going deep into the bone marrow.
Endless feelings
I want to travel this time.
You can forget your beautiful eyes.
You can cut it.
A trace of love
Autumn wind can't blow away sadness.
Who would have thought that in the end,
The mountains and rivers remain the same.
Love remains the same.
Your shadow
Just behind, in front.
This vernacular poem is easy to read, but it is such a poem that deeply touches people's heartstrings.
Because he fell in love with this woman at first sight, the poet decided to travel, distract himself, reduce his affection for the woman he liked, cut off his feelings for the woman, and cut off his sadness that he loved but could not or dared not say.
The next verse of this poem is particularly touching, and it describes the poet's inner activities. Facts have proved that in the end, nothing has changed, and the poet has not changed the person he loves.
As long as you have free time, the figure of your beloved will emerge in your mind. Walking on the road, the figure of my beloved seems to be walking in front, remembering that this is my illusion.
Let yourself get rid of this idea, the idea has just disappeared, but I feel my sweetheart calling his name behind my back. This is the unique feeling of acacia, missing, and to some extent leaving sorrow.
Have you ever had a similar feeling about the more chaotic feeling of parting with sorrow and lovesickness? If so, this person may stay in your life for a long time, and such a person can do it or cherish it.
Hurry me! Hurry me! Hurry me! ?