Meaning: How many unforgettable traces of lovesickness have been left in the cloister, but now when I revisit the old place, my lovesickness turns to dust. Alone in the cloister, only the sky and the moon are lonely.
Poem: "Young Mermaid, Silver Bed Rippling with Qingwu Old Man" Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
The silver bed rippling with Qingwu Old Man, dusting with autumn flies. When picking incense, you can't talk about money, and you can't hate it when you pick it up.
the cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. It's been a decade's journey and a decade's heart.
The phoenix tree by the well is getting old in the autumn rain and autumn rain, and the trace of the loved one is slowly disappearing in the cricket's cry. The place where the loved one walks is now deserted and covered with moss. At this time, revisiting the old place, even if you pick up the jade headdress left by the beauty, you can't say anything to people, you can only feel sad.
How many unforgettable traces of lovesickness have been left in the cloister? Now, after revisiting the old place, lovesickness turns to ashes. Alone in the cloister, only the sky and the moon are lonely. Blow out the lights, approach Huayin in the moonlight, and look for traces of the past. The trace of ten years ago is still there, and the heart of ten years ago is still beating in the chest. As time goes by, the years are ruthless, and the feelings buried in my heart are timeless and unforgettable. Extended information
Background: In the 13th year of Kangxi (1674), Nalan Xingde married Lu. Three years later, Lushi died. In another six years, that is, in the 22nd year of Kangxi (1683), Nalan Xingde wrote this word to express his grief.
Appreciation: In the first part of the poem, the moaning of autumn phoenix trees and autumn flies triggered the nostalgia for the old love, and then attempted to find a trace in revisiting the old place. The next film, cut from the "cloister", entrusts with the sweetness of the past and the sadness at this time, and is an important medium to trigger the complex emotions of the poet.
The whole poem is lyrical and natural, and it adopts a lyrical way of touching the scene and remembering the past. On the surface, the word is as clear as words, and the waves are quiet, but in fact, the words are dense and undercurrent.