Crabapples are green, and white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Traceability from it, the road is obstructed and long. From there, it is like being in the middle of the water.
The crabapple is miserable, and the white dew is not yet dark. The so-called Yi people are in the water of The Mei.
Traceability from it, obstacles and hesitations. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.
The crab leaves are harvested, and the white dew is not finished. The so-called Yi people are in the water.
Traceability from it, the road is obstructed and right. Traveling from there, it is like swimming in the water.
Translation:
The reeds on the river are green, and the dew in late autumn forms frost. The man I love is on the other side of the river. Looking for her against the flowing water, the road is dangerous and long. Follow the flowing water to find her, as if it were in the middle of the water.
The reeds by the river are long and dense, and the morning dew has not yet dried. The man I like is on the other side of the riverbank. She went against the flowing water, and the road was treacherous and steep. Follow the flowing water to find her, as if she were in the water.
The reeds by the river are dense and high, and the morning dew has not yet been harvested. The man I love is on the other side of the riverbank. She went against the flowing water, and the road was blocked and curved. Follow the flowing water to find her, as if it were in the water in the water.
The earliest contact with "Qin Feng QingYe" was in qiong yao's novel "On the Side of Water":
The grass is green and the white fog is vast.
There is a beautiful person, on the water side.
I would like to swim against the current and snuggle up next to her.
There are dangerous beaches before helplessness, and the road is far and long.
I'd like to go down the river and look for her direction.
But I saw it faintly as if she were in the middle of the water.
It is the age of falling in love with the upper floor, and at a glance, the heart of the teenager is captured by the sorrow of the poetic Rouman, the spring water is muddy, and the moon is shallow.
At that time, Qiong Yao's works were selling well in the mainland and won the favor of college and middle school students. Flower girls are especially fond of these affectionate and feminine little poems, which they copy neatly from their books and carefully take them out and look them over and over again in the dusk or night when no one is there. At that time, what quietly came to mind was the sweet and melancholy thoughts and sustenance of the young little girl, like the late osmanthus flowers in the deep alley, with a long aftertaste.
Later, I learned that this small poem was adapted from the "Book of Poetry" of ancient times. Find the original poem to read and irredeemably addicted.
"Crab Leaf" is a very famous love poem in the Book of Poetry, which has been loved by people of all dynasties. The Ming Dynasty poet Dai Jun'en commented on "Crab Leaf": "It is like turning a few words, and the smoke is thousands of miles." "Autumn Xingfu" and "Mountain Ghost" trick ear. "Such a generous and thin one, which shows his love for "Crab Leaf".
Niu Yunzhen of the Qing Dynasty praised the "Crab Leaf": "The first ethereal text in the "National Wind"... Pure is love, not scenery; pure is far away, not tragic. Deep emotion, in addition to the sad autumn and nostalgia, it is inconceivable. ”
Indeed, as everyone said, the magic of "Crab Leaf" lies in its ethereal and ethereal. In the poem, crabapple, white dew, autumn water, frost mist, this group of poignant images, like a touch of a lingering background for this poem. Reading this poem, I don't know it alone, and I feel sad, and I have a sense of life, which is exactly what makes people feel emotional about "Crab Leaf".
Missing is a kind of painful sweetness, and worrying is not the most beautiful sadness. The most poignant love is: to meet you, to hate the night; to fall in love with you, but not to stay together; to leave you, not to do; to forget you, but not to.
Therefore, the style of "Crab Leaf" and "Guan Ju" is very different from that of the same love poem. If "Guan Ju" opens a branch flower, "Qianye" holds out a bend in the water; "Guan Ju" has a straight chest, "Qianye" is full of emotions and smoke; "Guan Ju" seeks a partner and is a person, and "Qianye" pursues a dream, a god in the mind, and cannot be reached.
Because it is unattainable, it makes the chanter reverie. Thinking wildly, thinking wildly, endlessly, endlessly. Of course, the poetry in the poem is also endless, the endless water is shining, the mountains are empty, and the pottery is forgotten. In love, it is often the case that the most beautiful is always the one that cannot be obtained. If the beauty is in her arms and looks snuggled up, there are still so many sorrows and hatreds.
"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. "Although, mortal dust, you and I have never known who this so-called Yiren's surname is, and in this world, no later people have been able to glimpse her rare appearance, but it has not affected the world's liking for this poem, the liking of this Yiren, and the fascination with such scenes."
Distance, making lyricism possible. If you leave, it makes people think about it. The artistic conception pursued by "Crab Leaf" is no different.
When I like you, I have already embarked on a journey, regardless of the return date.
In the movie "Journey to the West" starring Zhou Xingchi, the heroine Zixia Fairy appeared in a large piece of green and green crabapples, and the Yiren supported a leaf of solitary boats, which was incredibly beautiful, so that we who watched the movie seemed to be in the mood of "Crab Leaf". Then, what we can't forget is the true confession of the Supreme Treasure: there was once a sincere love in front of me, I did not cherish it, and when I lost it, I regretted it, and the most painful thing in the world was this. If Heaven could give me a chance to do it again, I would say three words to the girl: I love you. If I had to add a deadline to this love, I would like to say ten thousand years.
Love is difficult, and the Iraqi people on the side of the water, miss a moment, a lifetime is irretrievable. After that, even if you incarnate as a hero of the world, wearing gold armor, stepping on colorful clouds, and going back and forth for 18,000 miles in a tendon fight, you may not be able to get a chance. Therefore, if you are lucky enough to encounter it, it is difficult and dangerous, and you must not fail to live up to it.
Crabapple, like the delicate little name of the extreme daughter's family, was called by people, in an absolutely soft and light tone, even if he used all his strength, he was still reluctant to shout.
These two Chinese characters with grass heads, carrying the smell of mountain wildness and dew, are fresh and fresh, unlike the thick branches and leaves of her other name, "reeds", and the coarse sound is atmospheric.
"Cang Cang", "Cang", "Cai Cai", are all descriptions of the prosperity of the crab leaf, and the "Book of Poetry" is good at using some overlapping words, such as Ming PeiHuan and Lin LinLang. Here, these overlapping words not only add a sonorous atmosphere to the poem, make the whole poem read melodious and poetic, but also paint the poetry with a layer of melancholy and elegance.
It was a late autumn cold weather, the sky had a celadon color, the wind was tight, inadvertently blowing a flood of blue water, blowing through the cang crab leaf, blowing over the white dew on the crab leaf, disturbing the obsessive and nostalgic man on the river bank.
Water is idleness, but also an inexplicable sadness.
A flood of clear water flooding through the heart will make people soft and sad at once. Therefore, there are often many shots about water in poetry: the water of Hanguang, the water of the waves, the water of Dongting, the water of Peach Blossom Pond, the soft wave of Kangqiao; the passing water, the tears, the bitter water...
"The same is true of the pleasures of the world, and everything in the ancient world flows in the east." Water, the messenger of time, the root of life;
"Thinking of the water is like a flood, and there is no leisurely day." Water is a constant nostalgia;
"The bonus is easy to decay like a langyi, and the water flow is infinite like a nong melancholy." Water, is the gushing acacia;
"Please ask Dongliushui, don't you care who is short and long?" Water is a non-hateful one;
"The water is the eye wave, and the mountain is the eyebrow peak." Water is the beautiful eye wave of the woman on her heart, and the source of tenderness that lingers.
In "Crab Leaf", water is the barrier, the distance between the man and the Iraqi people that cannot be crossed, and the man's deep attachment.
Miss Ruo Qingping, sorrow is like autumn water soup, looking for it, only Yi is missing.
Around this search, around this "only yi for thoughts", the poet deliberately laid a cushion for the man's actions and psychology, and took a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree scanning without dead angles in front of us, so that a set of slow motions opened in front of us for the first time.
"Tracing from it" and "Tracing from It" depicts a man who suddenly goes up against the water, suddenly goes down the water, shoots in all directions, spares no effort, just to pursue the Iraqis.
From "white dew for frost" to "white dew is not yet xi", and then to "white dew is not over", he consumes acacia in time and consumes himself in acacia.
"On the side of the water", "in the beauty of the water", "in the water of the water", listen to the thunder in the silent place, and see the truth in the subtle place. From the subtle changes in these directions, it can be seen that the man is painstakingly lonely and painstakingly looking for a path.
Not afraid of "obstacles and long", "obstacles and hesitations", until "obstacles and right", men's thoughts can not be described as hard, faith can not be said to be unsteady, emotions can not be described as not warm.
The woman whom the man loves, the Yiren, retreats from the curtain and is always a hazy and confusing back.
"Like in the middle of the water", "like in the water", "like in the water", three short sentences, the Yi people "wan zai", so that the end of the pursuit suddenly stopped, like the blank space in the extreme national painting, with inexhaustible meaning outside the words, the aftersound around the beam.
How I hope that every good beginning has a perfect ending, the so-called consummation, everyone is happy, and lovers will eventually become dependents. Later, after experiencing the world, I learned that spending a good full moon is just an accident, and the ordinary thing is just that the moon lacks flowers and leaves regrets.
Why does all love have to have a happy ending?
Throughout the ages, many poignant and moving stories have been passed down through the ages precisely because of their eternally mutilated endings.
Without the Titanic that touched the reef, there would be no tragic love allusions that people will be sad to this day; only because Liang Zhu "the building is not hated like the sea", there will be a thousand years of heartbreak after the butterfly.
Such a cripple makes every hurt person shed a bunch of tears of sympathy, but also believes that the love invested in love is as deep as the sea, and there is no regret. Until the sympathetic heart unconsciously transplants the plot of the story into its own reverie, doing everything possible, imagining how the rest of his life will encounter a narrow encounter, and make a vigorous sacrifice for love; looking forward to holding the hand of the son with the person he loves the most, and growing old with the son, to create a fairy tale-like earth and heaven.
···········“ Crabapples are green, and white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. ”
The poet constructed an infinitely poignant realm, so that countless people indulged in this curved image, wanting to look forward to her for many years, bathing in the moonlight of the good times, letting the soft heart pour tears again and again, watering thoughts into flowers, letting the afterscent remain in the old hands, like smoke, and groaning to this day.
Perhaps it can also be said that the pursuit of "Crab Leaf" is not only a kind of love, but also an ideal, a yearning and pursuit of any beautiful thing, looking up to the high, drilling the mijian. Dedication to one thing, and so it is.