I have always felt that it is poetry that makes the image of Lin Daiyu three-dimensional, giving her talent poetic beauty and unique romantic style.
There are two forms of expression in Daiyu's poems. Romantic and touching, sad and moving. An infinite talent, fascinating. In each of her poems, I can deeply feel Lin Daiyu's admirable talent, which makes people feel so mixed, sad and happy.
Her poems are full of charm, and I saw her most lively and lovely side. This is a living Princess Xiaoxiang, not just a person who frowns and complains about everything.
What kind of pity will such a poetic woman give when she expresses her inner inexplicable feelings?
Daiyu's poems are amazing every time they appear, and the most widely known one is Burying Flowers. I have heard the classic plot of "Daiyu burying flowers" since I was a child, but I know nothing about Daiyu's life at that time. Now, I have grown as big as her, but she hasn't changed. I don't think a poetess will ever get old!
It was that day that I witnessed Daiyu standing outside Baoyu's door, thought about it several times and cried. Regardless of the cold moss and the cold flower diameter, I stood alone in the shade of flowers on the wall and sobbed sadly. I didn't understand her difficulty before I realized that "every son is talented and beautiful, and the world is happy, and he is alone in embroidering the boudoir."
Later, Daiyu and I went to Hua Zhong, and I watched her put the flowers in a bag and bury them in the ground. "If not, a pure land cover romantic! It is better to be clean than to be trapped in a ditch! " She witnessed the fate of the flower in her eyes and realized her destination in her heart. When she buried flowers, she was burying herself!
"I will die and be buried. When shall I be buried? The man who buried the flowers is laughing today. Who did he know when he buried them? " Her tears are not for sympathy, not for self-pity, but for telling the truth. "360 days a year, the wind and the sword press each other. When it is clear and clean, once it is drifting, it is hard to find." This is her accusation against the cruel reality, and also her helplessness to the drifting of fate.
Daiyu lost her parents and the warmth that belonged to her since she was a child. She lived under the fence since she was a child and suffered the hardships of being homeless and wandering around. A weak woman living in a sad song is the source of immortality. Every time I read Song of Burying Flowers, I can't stop crying. She writes poems for flowers, and I write poems for her!
Since the establishment of Haitang Poetry Society, Daiyu's poems are romantic and unique, winning the first prize repeatedly, shining brilliantly and worthy of admiration. If other people's poems are exquisite jade, then Lin Daiyu's three poems, Chanting Chrysanthemum, Asking Chrysanthemum and Dream of Chrysanthemum, are unparalleled reliefs based on this beautiful jade.
"Following the chapter of Tao, Changfeng said today." Daiyu used chrysanthemums to express her feelings of not being understood by the world. She introduced Tao Qian into her own poems, which not only praised the virtuous character of Chrysanthemum, but also hinted at her noble character. The whole poem is profound and beautiful. Only a clever and witty person can write such a wonderful poem.
In addition, the peach blossom line, which echoes the song of burying flowers, is not only a masterpiece in peach blossom poetry, but also a transcendence of the ancients. "The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms." "The railing man cries the east wind, and the skirt steals peach blossoms." Every son describes his pain with a strong contrast, which is both sad about the fate of Peach Blossom and worried about the future fate.
Hate is powerless, love is powerless, only two lines of affectionate eyes and tears. This poem has experienced many rhymes, and the feelings expressed have gradually advanced and deepened with the changes of words.
This is an artistic effect from the contrast between flowers and people to the blending of flowers and people, to the setting of scenery and the touch of feelings, and finally to the metaphor of evil with flowers in one go. After reading it, people can't be calm for a long time.
Dai Yu's poems have pictures in them and poems in them. Although it is a poem, it is also a period of youth and a life. It is not only a beautiful ode, but also a flow and agitation of sincere feelings!
It is true that Daiyu is poetic! Daiyu is a real poetess, and her sentimentality has become a unique gift for poetess in my eyes. Her stories of burying flowers, winning prizes and burning manuscripts are replayed in my mind over and over again, as if they were right in front of my eyes and beside me, so real, even more real and kind than my neighbors!
It is such a beautiful and talented poet who gave his life to protect his personal dignity and pure love, which is undoubtedly admirable and heartbreaking! However, this has nothing to do with anything else. I have long been immersed in her poems that moisten my soul!