Spring Eve
Cui Tu
The water flows and the flowers fade without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
Butterfly dreams of home thousands of miles away , Zigui branches are updated three times in the last month.
The books in my hometown have been extinct for many years, and the splendor of spring is only reflected in the mirror.
Since I don’t have to return, I will return. Who can see the misty scenery of the five lakes? Fight?
"The butterfly dreamed of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches were updated on the third day of the month." This couplet enters the main topic and writes "Spring Eve". The famous sentence. The poet used novel word formations, neat dialogues, and harmonious rhymes to create a tortuous and profound situation. The last sentence skillfully writes a dream. Because the wanderer thinks about it during the day, he will formulate it at night. It becomes a dream, and I dream that I have returned to my home thousands of miles away. However, this is just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming that he turned into a butterfly, flying gracefully among the flowers. Although it is interesting, it is illusory and short-lived after all. When he wakes up, After that, the butterfly was still a butterfly, and Zhuang Zhou was still Zhuang Zhou. The wanderer got a moment of joy of returning home from the "Butterfly Dream", but after waking up from the dream, he found that he was still sleeping alone in a foreign land, and his home was still far away
Thousands of miles apart, wouldn't it make us feel even more emptied, disappointed, and even more homesick! What's more, it's the third watch of the moon on the Zigui branch - it's late at night, the moonlight is like water; the cuckoo bird (that is, the cuckoo) is crying sadly under the moon:
"Zigui! Zigui!..." Listening to Zigui's cry and thinking about the dream of butterflies, the wanderer's heart must be so painful and sad, just like what Li Bai's poem said, "One scream, one ileum, and one heartbreak." !Here, the fourteen characters have three levels of meaning: from thinking about hometown
to dreaming, one level; waking up from a dream and feeling more homesick, the second level; Zigui cries, adding sorrow to sorrow, the third level .These three layers are deeper than the other, and they contrast and set off each other, just like the dream of a butterfly and the home thousands of miles away, one virtual and the other real; the butterfly dream and Zigui's cry
One is happy and the other sad; Zigui cries. Together with the third watch of the moon, the sound and color are the same, creating a cold, desolate and melancholy atmosphere, which is shocking and sad. Reading such poems, who can not shed tears of sympathy for the poet wandering in a foreign land!