"time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted" is a poem with deep feelings, touching euphemism and singing about loyal love. The poet wrote a strong parting hate and lingering lovesickness in a sincere and implicit way. "The following is the ancient poem of time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted compiled by Li Shangyin for your reference.
Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Translation of Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted
Rhyme Translation
How difficult it is to get together, and it is even more difficult to leave;
Farewell in late spring is like the east wind's exhaustion and flowers withering.
The silkworm vomits all its silks until it dies.
the red candle burned itself to death, and the tears dried up.
put on your makeup in front of the mirror in the morning, lest your temples change color like clouds;
it's too sad to sing to the moon at night.
Penglai fairyland is not far from here;
Attentive Jade Bird Messenger, please take a look for me.
Translation
It's a rare opportunity to meet each other, and it's hard to say goodbye. Besides, it's the late spring weather when the east wind is about to harvest, and the flowers are fading, which makes people even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spit out their silk until they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles burn to ashes. The woman dressed up in the mirror in the morning, only worried about being as rich as a cloud, her black hair changing color and her youthful face disappearing. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other person's residence is not far from here, but there is no way to pass, just beyond my reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a bluebird who will visit my lover and pass on the news for me diligently.
Notes on Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted
1. East wind: spring breeze.
2. disability: withering.
3. Silk is perfect: here, "silk" means "thinking", which means acacia.
4. candle torch: candle. The wax oil shed when a candle burns is called candle tears.
5, tears: refers to wax tears, metaphorically acacia tears.
6, mirror: look in the mirror, used as a verb.
7. but: only.
8. Yunbian: the hair of a young woman, which means youth.
9. Singing poems at night
1. Pengshan refers to Penglai Mountain, a fairy mountain on the sea. This refers to missing the residence of the object.
11. Jade Bird: It is said that the messenger of the Queen Mother of China and the West intends to deliver messages for lovers.
12. Diligence: Deep friendship.
13. Look: Visiting
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time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted's Composition
Youth is like a silver bell, which is tied to our hearts. Only when we keep running will it make a pleasant sound. In the three years of junior high school, everything seems like yesterday. In these three years, we have lost the childishness of six years of primary school and are no longer flowers in the greenhouse. We begin to know how to struggle and know good and evil, but when we know friendship, we are about to leave.
"All things must come to an end", just as we got together three years ago and stood at the first turning point in our lives, we are about to go our separate ways. Feeling a lot, moved a lot. Laughing together, growing together, singing together, and preparing for war together, these humble minutes turn into fragmentary stars and are embedded in the depths of our hearts. The days that I thought were far away are just around the corner.
a little bit is hard to give up in my heart, and an unknown emotion is in my heart. The slightest regret is spreading. "Send into the circuit, riches alone. In the thousands of miles on the way frustrated, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body. My mind is drifting, and my life is bitter. Whether you go or live, you are a dreamer. "
three years, three years of fragmentary memories, from the first group outing to the last group activity; From the first military training to the last military training; From the first winter together, from being unfamiliar and shy to being brothers and sisters now. Life can last for several three years. I met a group of the most lovely people at the ignorant age, at the most frivolous time, and at the beginning of being sensible.
The hard work with classmates and friends, the tacit understanding with classmates, and those days when we sometimes hate and complain about being tired, along with the poor time spent with each other, began to slowly make us feel at a loss and look around. The homework that can never be finished began to become precious, the review began to become urgent, the teacher's nagging began to become touching, and the students' faces seemed to become more lovely. There may be countless definitions of youth, but in fact, in essence, it is vacant. The soul is soft and has not yet been shaped.
many feelings can't be expressed in words, and too many feelings can't be described in words. I just want my classmates to be all right for three years, successfully cross the turning point in my life and run the road in the future. If the future is like a vast sea, I will hold my oars well and keep going forward even if the waves are rough. Successfully run the marathon of life. Whether it is a counterattack or a reversal, the premise of winning is that we are always on the runway, not becoming an audience.
I also hope that in less than 1 days, I will work hard and cheer for myself and my beautiful youth. Fight hard without regrets and sweat. In the days to come, we often miss each other.
Looking back on the fate of my previous life, my classmates have been strong for several years.
it's easy to pass the time when you are young, and you don't feel separated.
All banquets must end in the end. Since then, classmates have been hanging around more.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, but three years of friendship stings her heart.
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted's composition
I recall my vegetarian behavior for more than a month some time ago. At that time, others were happy with me, but anyone who ate meat came to me and said, Wow, it smells good! I solemnly returned: I am not suppressing my desire, I have no desire. A buddy said with a little affection: "If you don't eat it, they won't even have a chance to be born. These are all artificially raised. Our needs make them born. If you don't eat it, it won't even live." I ignored him and let him survive this fallacy. One day after more than a month, I came back with a bag of big chicken chops, threw them on the table and ate. Everyone has no feelings and should eat. I read the sutra in my heart: wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha stays in his heart. People can practice whether they eat meat or not.
people are alive in the world, suffering from pain and dreaming. Who said: People who care too much about pain and hope are ignorant. If we take the information transmitted to us by the senses after filtering as truth, then we will be deceived forever. The whole world only exists in our own hearts. From the time when we are conscious, the world begins to be filled, our world overlaps with others' world, and language will reveal our feelings. How can we understand others except language and body movements? When we trust a person, we believe that he will do what we expect, and we feel safe and secure, just as we can monitor our own behavior. We began to have a series of thoughts and behaviors, and the reflective ability endowed by nature began to deconstruct our behaviors and thoughts. We doubted, criticized, destroyed and rebuilt our beliefs one after another. Fate never allows a person to be a natural saint, but only allows people to look at their lives calmly and satisfactorily after deeply understanding and knowing their own existence. And people who are lost in all parts of the world are either lost to death, or put down their persistence and bless the peace of mind.
Everyone walking in the street, one person and one direction, has no traces of imitation and copying, but there are traces of imitation and copying everywhere. And people parked on the street, there are standing on the phone, there are beggars, there are waiting for the bus, there are children whose eyes are blinking and looking at the world with surprise. People pass by, but they don't know each other. People are exchanging their own things, things, emotions, time, sadness and joy, causing a ripple in each other's hearts and disappearing without a trace, leaving the old man sitting in the cane chair to recall the scene of his youth and feel alone until the drowsiness strikes.