What are people thinking in their twilight years?
It is to lament the passage of time,
Still happy life,
The following ten poems,
Let's feel the poet's twilight years together!
"The End of the South"
Don Wang Wei
Middle-aged quite good, late home Nanshan.
Every time you come and go, you will know yourself.
Walk to the end of the water and sit and watch the clouds rise.
Occasionally valued Lin Shuo, talking and laughing without repayment.
"Walk to the bottom of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise." How a teenager would not have such a calm and poetic state of mind.
Some truths still have to go through enough vicissitudes to be able to understand it.
If both wisdom and understanding can reach such a state, what is so terrible about dusk?
"Huan Xi Sha"
Song Ouyang Xiu
The people on the embankment painted the boats one by one, and photographed the spring water of the embankment.
The green poplar building goes out on the swing.
The white-haired Dai Huajun Smiled, and the Six-Fold Urging Clap was frequent.
Where is life like before!
As time gets older, when we are no longer bound by work, the happiest thing is to make friends with three or five, enjoy flowers in spring, fish in summer, look at the moon in autumn, boil snow in winter, plant a red flower between white hair, and laugh at each other.
A life that can play will never be boring.
"Huizhou A Must"
Song SuShi
At four o'clock in the spring under Luofu Mountain, Lu Tangerine Bayberry was second to the newest.
Three hundred litchi in a day, not to quit being a Lingnanian.
At the time of writing this poem, Su Shi was demoted to Huizhou, more than half a hundred years old.
However, no matter where he went, his life was always accompanied by optimism about the situation and a passion for food.
What about old age, how about frustration, as long as there is food to find, what else can not be seen?
"Qing Ping Le, Inspection School Mountain Garden Book"
Song Xin abandons the disease
Even the clouds and pine bamboo, everything from now on.
The meat of the owner's branch with a cane, the liquor bedside is first ripe.
In the west wind pear jujube mountain garden, children steal long poles.
Mo sent the others away in shock, and the old man sat idly by.
The innocence of children lies in their curiosity and ignorance.
If I'm a curious and playful old man, then I don't mind being called old man, you say?
"Nanxiangzi"
Song Huang Tingjian
The generals will say that they are marquises, and the piccolo long song is leaning on the building alone.
All things go with the wind and rain,
Hugh Hugh, The Drama Horse Tainan Golden Head.
Urge the wine not to stay late, the wine tastes like autumn this autumn.
The flower smiled at the old man's head,
Shy, white-haired haired flowers do not understand.
This poem is Huang Tingjian's masterpiece.
Qiu Hua smiled, and the momentum did not diminish.
Maybe at this time of life, there will be a little regret, but what can be seen open, what can not be seen open, forgotten, the wine as a song, timely fun, is there anything to be afraid of?
"Reward Lotte Singing Old See"
Don Liu Yuxi
Whoever cares about the old, has pity on the old.
The thin body is reduced frequently, and the hair is thin and the crown is self-biased.
Waste books cherish the eyes, and more moxibustion is with the years.
He is also familiar with things, and reading people is like reading chuan.
After careful consideration, it is fortunate to be here.
Mordaunt Sang Yu evening, for Xia still full of heaven.
"Mo Dao Sang Yu evening, for xia still full of heaven." What's so scary about dusk? There is still a full sky of light to enjoy.
Even if the light of the glow will eventually dissipate, when the moon rises and the night sky is clear, isn't it more poetic than the daytime?
"Returning to the Garden Of The First Place"
Jin Tao Yuanming
Less without vulgar rhyme, sex loves Qiushan.
Mistakenly fell into the dust net, gone for thirty years.
Birds love the old forest, pond fish think of the past.
Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, and the grass house is eight or nine.
The eaves of the elm willow shade, in front of the tao li luo hall.
Ambiguous distant village, clinging to the smoke in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alley, chickens chirp mulberry trees upside down.
The household garden is dust-free and cluttered, and the virtual room has spare time.
Long in the cage, back to nature.
It's a beautiful picture. This picture is not about the dreams of youth, not about the legitimate pride of the prime of life, but about the pursuit of the "twilight period".
If when the twilight of life comes, we have the way we want to live and have the courage to work hard for it, then the twilight is just a new beginning. And, it's the beginning of what to expect.
Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Song Li Qingzhao
The wind has run out of dust and flowers, and the tired hair is combed in the evening.
Things are people and things are not things, and tears flow first.
I heard that the spring in Sungai is still good, and I also intend to pan a light boat,
I am only afraid of the Twin Streams Ship Boat, and I can't carry many worries.
At the time of writing this poem, Li Qingzhao was already in her fifties, and at this time, after experiencing the fragmentation of her home country, the separation of relatives, and the scattering of treasures, her mood was very different from before.
She was worried about the country and felt about people's affairs, and the sorrow in it was afraid that even the small boat could not bear it.
"Early White Emperor City"
Don Lee Bai
Between the clouds of the White Emperor, a thousand miles of Jiangling returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already passed through the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains.
Few people know that this poem was written when Li Bai was 58 years old, and it is difficult to imagine that this spirited poem was written in the poet's later years, but if this poet is Li Bai, then everything is reasonable.
When Li Bai was 58 years old, he was pardoned on the way to exile, and he was very happy and wrote this bright poem. "The light boat has passed through the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains" echoed Li Bai's happy mood at this time, although he was already an old man at this time.
This is Li Bai, he is always romantic, never old, age is just a number for him.
"Lin'an Spring Rain First Day"
[Song] Land tour
Shi Wei has been thin as yarn for many years, who makes the horse rider Jinghua.
Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain one night, and the deep alleys sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty.
Low paper diagonally idle grass, clear window fine milk play tea.
Plain clothes do not rise from the wind and dust sigh, just like qingming can go home.
Lu You was 62 years old when he wrote this poem. The poet's youthful vigor and the youthful arrogance of Qiu Ma in his prime are gone with the passage of time. Although the ambition to restore the Central Plains remained, the weakness of the imperial court made people more and more disappointed.
At this time, Lu You was in Lin'an, looking back on half his life, in the end it was still "better to go back", "Plain clothes do not rise from the wind and dust, just like Qingming can go home" is enough to explain Lu You's state of mind at this time.