Son in Kawakami: The deceased is like a sifu, not giving up day and night! Yes, time flies, hurrying by, unconsciously, changing the sun and the moon, changing the seasons, changing the years, in the streamers like water, it seems that nothing can be retained. Looking back, the years are like shuttles, and the past scenes come to mind one after another, and I can't help but feel a thousand emotions.
A stream into the smoke, a thousand flowers around the edge of the stream.
Flowers bloom and flowers fall, and the flow of water flows for years.
--Ming Ge Yilong, "Peach Blossom Garden"
The stream is shrouded in smoke, and countless flowers bloom by the stream. Flowers bloom and fall in the season, and the water does not stop, sending away the years! Time, like the rushing forward current, never looks back! Isn't this true of everything in the world?
Time passes in a hurry, but there is always something that refuses to leave easily.
A few times the flowers sat under the blowpipe, and the silver and red walls entered the distance.
It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is shining in the middle of the night.
Lingering thoughts exhaust the cocoon, like a heartbreak peeled banana.
In March and May of three or five years, the poor cup of wine never disappeared.
- Qing Huang Jingren, "Qi Huai"
How many times have you sat under the flowers blowing a whistle and thought about it? It's just a wall apart, but it's as far away as the Milky Way. Tonight's stars are no longer like last night's stars, for whom do I stand alone in the cool night, enduring the wind and dew? The lingering emotions are like a cocoon that has exhausted the silk in the abdomen, and the wounded heart is like a banana after being peeled. For so many years, every full moon night, more sorrowful, the beautiful scenery of the good day is empty, I have to borrow wine to pour sorrow, more sorrow!
Like the flow of water, in the most beautiful and best years, how should youth be spent?
Concubine Ben lives on the Qiantang River.
Flowers fall and blossom, regardless of the flow of the year.
The swallows will go to the spring color, and the screen windows will be a few bursts of yellow plum rain.
Obliquely inserted rhinoceros comb cloud half spit, sandalwood tapping, singing through the golden wisps.
Looking at the broken clouds, there is nowhere to be found, and the dream returns to the bright moon and nanpu.
——Song Sima Shu, "Golden Wisps, Concubines Living on the Qiantang River"
The woman complained about her life: I was originally living by the Qiantang River, watching the flowers blossom and fall, and I didn't care about the years passing in a hurry. The swallows will take the spring color away, and the screen window will fall a few showers of yellow plum rain. I stuck a rhinoceros comb obliquely, the dark clouds were half hanging, gently tapping the sandalwood, and singing "Golden Wisp" all day long. Looking at the clouds in the sky, I don't know where it has drifted, and when I woke up from the dream, I saw that the bright moon had risen to Nanpu. This woman is in the midst of fanghua, beautiful words, but there is a faint sadness. Time is like water, how can people not be shocked?
In the water-like years, how many beautiful encounters, but how many helpless misses.
Last year, in this door, the faces of people were peach blossoms.
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
- Tang Cui Hu, "Title Capital City Nanzhuang"
On this day last year, in this small courtyard, the poet met a beautiful girl, the spring was bright, the peach blossoms were just right, and the charming cheeks and peach blossoms of the girl complemented each other perfectly. It was another spring, when he revisited his hometown and wanted to find her, he only saw Peach Blossom laughing heartlessly in the spring breeze, and the girl who haunted his soul seemed to have never come, and it seemed that he had just had a dream.
Time passes silently, the seasons change, everyone is on the road, there is no turning back.
A spring sorrow waits for the wine to be poured, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.
Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, the rain is xiao Xiao.
When will I return home to wash my robes? Silver characters are phonological, and heart characters are incense burning.
Streamers are easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains!
--Song Jiang Jie, "A Cut of Plum"
Spring is a melancholy, and perhaps only fine wine can be poured out. Boats fluttered on the river, and wine flags were unfurled in restaurants. The boat sailed over the Shengjing Qiu Niang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind fluttered, the rain fell, and the wind and rain were hurried. When will I be able to get home and take off my dust-stained robe? At that time, you can play with the silver-encrusted sheng at home and light the heart-shaped incense in the smoker. Time flies too fast, spring makes people unable to catch up, in the blink of an eye the cherry is red, the plantain is green, and it is summer again!
Sometimes, the moment is also eternal, and sometimes, the long life is only a moment.
Ice muscle jade bone, since cool without sweat, water temple wind to dark incense full.
The embroidery curtain is open, a little bright moon peeps at people, people do not sleep, and the pillow is chaotic.
Get up and take the hands of the plain, the court is silent, and when you see the stars crossing the river, you will see the thin stars.
How about the night? The night has changed three times, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope is turned low.
But when the west wind came, it was not secretly changed for many years.
——Song Sushi, "Dong Xian Song Ice Muscle Jade Bone"
Ice-like skin, jade-like bone, naturally cool and sweatless, the palace breeze is gentle, and the fragrance is diffuse. The embroidery curtain was opened by the wind, and a ray of bright moonlight flowed in, illuminating the beautiful woman who had not yet fallen asleep, and she reclined on the embroidered pillow and made a mess. He took her hand and walked to the silent courtyard, looked up at the sky, and saw sparse stars dotting the Milky Way. How deep is the night? It was already three changes, the moonlight was fading, and the jade rope star was turning low. Pinching his fingers to calculate when autumn will come, unconsciously, he only feels that the years are like water, and in the years, too many things have secretly changed.
The most precious thing in the world is time, and time is the most untenable, it easily takes away a person's youth, it is really ruthless.
Reading the end of the world parting bitterly, not returning, zero flowers as promised.
The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window was twilight in spring and the sky.
To be put under the acacia lamp, a wisp of new joy, a thousand strands of old hatred.
The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree.
--Qing Wang Guowei, "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
I have already experienced the pain of wandering the world, and I can't imagine that when I return, the spring flowers will fall as promised. Remembering that I was once separated from my wife under the flowers, I was sad and silent, and now the green window is the same as spring, but it is different again. I want to talk about lovesickness under the lamp, but a little new joy evokes more sorrow. The most that cannot be retained in the human world is the youth that never returns, and the petals that fall to the ground, all of which have been paid with streamers!
Day after day, year after year, how much time can you spend?
Qingjiang a song of willow thousands, twenty years ago the old Banqiao.
He once said goodbye to the Beauty Bridge, and hated that there was no news to this dynasty.
--Tang Liu Yuxi, "Willow Branches"
A clear bay of water, the shore is countless weeping willows. The poet can't help but remember that twenty years ago, he had been on this bridge and said goodbye to his sweetheart. I can't imagine that there will be no more news after a farewell, and I can't imagine that this parting has been twenty years!
Ten years, twenty years, for a person's life, is not short, even, that decade, twenty years may be the most important time in life, but what kind of memories?
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge to drink, sitting in the middle of mostly heroic.
The long ditch flows silently.
In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
For more than twenty years, it was like a dream, although this body was shocking.
Idle in the small pavilion to see the new sunshine.
How many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sang three more.
——Song Chen Youyi, "LinjiangXian Ye Deng Xiao Ge Reminisces about the Old Tour of Luo"
Recalling the banquet on the noon bridge that year, most of the people present were heroes Haojie. The moonlight reflected on the surface of the water and passed quietly. In the sparse shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn. Twenty years on, it seems like a dream, and although I am still there, I can't help but be frightened. Climb the pavilion without any trouble to see the new sunny scenery after the rain. How much history has been made up by fishermen and sung softly in the night!
When I was young, I didn't know that time was fleeting, and I was free to wield it, but after going through the world, I no longer had the feelings of that time.
Painting floor curtain roll new qing, cover silver screen, Xiao Han light,
Falling powder and fragrance, calling for sorrow every day.
Dark decades on the lake road, can be a few degrees, With Lou Ting.
Nian Huakong felt that he was drifting zero, embracing spring, to whom to wake up?
Between the clouds, there is nowhere to find the sound of whistles.
Carry wine to buy flowers young things, not similar, old mood.
——Song Lu Zugao, "Jiang Chengzi Painting Spirit Curtain Scroll Xinqing"
The curtain was rolled up on the upper floor of the painting, only to feel a new sunny in front of me, the cold air in the early morning was slight, covering the silver screen, and the petals of the falling petals were filled with a faint fragrance, always teaching people to be sad. Secretly calculating that in the past ten years, I have been in the West Lake for ten years, and I have met the love of a beautiful girl several times and have fun with her. Years are fleeting, like falling flowers, wandering in spring wine all day long, and people who do not know each other must be sober? The sky and the earth are big, the clouds are flying, but there is nowhere to find the moving sound. Even if I can still buy flowers and carry wine like when I was young, I don't have the mood at that time!
Time is merciless, no matter how rational people are, they can't resist, and there will always be emotional times.
March is still sad and obscure, and the spring is sick and more cloudy.
Xionghao also has a long-term hatred, and the situation is that it is easy to be eclipsed by the soul.
--Don Han Wei, "Flowing Years"
March is coming, spring has come to an end, this spring is always sick and gloomy. Even if you are a hero, there will be a time of resentment, not to mention the time of separation, how can you not be sad?
Time is always rushing, we have no way, all we can do is cherish, seize the opportunity, try not to leave regrets.
Advise the king not to spare the golden robe, and advise the king to spare the youth.
There are flowers that can be folded straight and folded, and there is no need to fold branches without flowers.
- Tang Du Qiuniang, "The Golden Robe"
Advise you not to cherish the golden robe, and advise you to cherish your youth. When there are flowers to fold, do not hesitate to fold down, do not wait until the flowers are thankful, only empty branches are left, even if regret is too late. When you are like water, dreams will not wait for you, love will not wait for you, and if you miss it, there will be no more.
Whether it is today or tomorrow, living every day well is to live up to yourself.
Last night, I was overwhelmed with confusion, and I had to wake up when I slept.
A hundred years is a hundred years, and today we must love today.
- Ming Wang Shizhen, "In Dreams"
Suddenly understood a truth, and firmly wrote it down when I woke up today. Life is only a hundred years, long is also long, short is also short, but what people should do more is to start from today, not waste, love themselves.
Even if the streamer is merciless, I don't feel that I have gone through most of my life, and I am already a vicissitude, but I don't have to be sad. Like a year of water flowing, it is happy and lively, calmly and indifferently.
The da ren is light and lumpy, and lives in the forest spring.
Wash the fish and swallow the ink, and cook the tea crane to avoid smoke.
Sing the sundae, the old do not hate the flowing years.
Those who meditate on idleness should also be the most biased by me.
--Song Weiye, "Shuyi Ren Yu Taizhong's House Wall"
The open-minded people do not care about fame and fortune, and live in seclusion by the springs in the forest. The washed ink let the fish in the water swallow, and when the tea was boiled, the light smoke drifted away, startling the white crane to fly away. Even if Shaohua passes away and people are aging, there is nothing to complain about. Away from the world, indifferent to the name, life is comfortable and leisurely, and the streamer is not afraid at all.
Time, hurriedly flowing away, in the year like water flow, we have had joys, there have been sorrows, there have been gains and losses, memories of the past, the heart is a variety of tastes, time, no moment can stop. Perhaps, this will make us sad, but it will also make us miserable, but more importantly, it is to learn to cherish.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.