This sentence comes from "A Generation of Sad Pulsatilla" written by Liu Xiyi in Tang Dynasty. The upside-down repetition of "Year after Year" and "Year after Year" is not only full of echoes, but also emphasizes the ruthless fact that time has passed and the helplessness of resignation, which is really touching.
The image metaphor of "flowers are similar" and "people are different" highlights the contrast between the ups and downs of flowers and the youth of life, which is intriguing. The poet did not equate "woman" with "spring flower", but used such general nouns as "person" and "flower", not only because of the limitation of the number of words in the seven-character poem, but also to include all the poor people who can't control their own destiny, including the poet himself.
This poem is sentimental, but not decadent. Beautiful and tactful style, wonderful music and art, has always enjoyed a good reputation.
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Liu Xiyi (about 65 1? ) Tang Dynasty poet. Yan Zhi was born in Ruzhou (now Linru, Henan). Shangyuan (674-676) was a scholar who was good at playing the pipa. His poems are good at singing, writing more about women's feelings, soft and gorgeous, and sentimental.
There is a saying in A Generation of Sad Whiteheads (A Generation of Whitehead Songs) that "flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year". According to legend, his uncle Song wanted to keep it for himself, but he didn't allow it, so he had it crushed with a soil bag.
Little mandarin, down and out, and later was hurt, died before the age of 30. The original set has been lost. Representative works include Joining the Army, Picking Mulberry, Song of Spring, Walking for Women in Spring, Pushing Clothes, Nostalgia in Luochuan and Mourning for Pulsatilla.
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Pulsatilla elegans
Author: Liu Xiyi
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.
All the songs and dances of all ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.
Vernacular translation
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang drifted with the wind, flying around, and I don't know whose home they landed in.
Luoyang woman, with a delicate and charming face, sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered peaches and plums and sighing for a long time.
This year, I am here to watch peach blossoms and plum blossoms fade due to withering. I wonder who else will see the brilliant victory when the flowers bloom next year.
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed and cut down for firewood. I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea of Wang Yang.
Old friends no longer lament the withering of Luoyang Dongtaoli, and now people are still mourning for the falling flowers falling with the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but people who look at them every year are different.
Tell those young people in their prime to pity this half-dead old man.
Now his hair is all white, poor thing. However, he used to be a charming young man.
The old man with white hair once played with his son Wang Sun under the fragrant tree, singing and dancing before the flowers fell.
He used to decorate the pool platform with splendid scenery like Ma Fang, who was advised by Guang Luquan in the Eastern Han Dynasty. He also painted clouds and immortals everywhere in the pavilion of his mansion.
Now the old man with white head was once ill in bed and ignored. Where was the joy of singing and dancing in the past?
And how long can a beautiful woman's youthful beauty last? After a while, the crane's hair was unkempt and white as silk.
I saw the land of singing and dancing through the ages, and all that remained was the birds singing in the air at dusk. ?
Baidu Encyclopedia-A Generation of Sad Pulsatilla