I wonder how many people like to read Song Ci? For me, reading Song Ci and reading Tang poems are two completely different feelings, Tang poems I like sheng Tang, like that kind of majestic excitement, suitable for playing chicken blood for themselves, and Song ci or gentle, or heroic, more suitable for when quieting down, savoring, some words, really a glance at ten thousand years.
Li Yu , "Yu Meiren"
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past? Xiao Lou had another east wind last night, and the homeland could not look back at the moon!
The carved jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
This word was chosen for no other reason than that it was lord Li Hou's desperate word. The first time I fell in love with the literary form of words, it was because of Lord Li Hou, how to say it, a kind of feeling.
Li Yu only had two years and seven months from surrendering to the Song Dynasty to being poisoned.
When he was the lord of the country, he only knew how to have fun every day, and those erotic words were really invisible, but after the destruction of the country and the death of the family, he experienced the humiliation of the prisoners of the order, and Lord Li Hou really "grew".
He was afraid of seeing the spring flowers and the autumn moon, afraid of remembering his homeland, and heard that someone once sang the sentence "Ask the king how sad he can be, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward", and once in the Southern Tang Dynasty, "the old ministers heard it, and there were those who wept."
Jiang Jie, "Yu Meiren, Listening to the Rain"
The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candles dim. In his prime, listen to the rain in a passenger boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
And now listen to the rain monks down. Sideburns have stars also. Joy and sorrow are always merciless. Before the first term, drip until dawn.
This is also a poem that impressed me, with three rains, writing about a person's life.
Teenagers listen to rain songs upstairs, young and crazy is the waves; in the prime of the year listening to the rain passenger boat, drifting for half a lifetime, sitting and watching the clouds rise (in fact, the waves do not move); and now listening to the rain monks, the light madness of youth, the drifting in prime, now seems to be over the clouds.
Three rains, three periods, three experiences, this is the life of the lyricist Jiang Jie, why not the life of each of us?
Li Qingzhao, "Dotted Lips"
Kick off the swing and get up to straighten your hands. Dew is thin and thin, and the sweat is lightly clothed.
See the guests come in, the socks are cut off and the gold is slipped. And shyly walked, leaned on the door and looked back, but sniffed the green plum.
I suppose, no man can refuse such a delicate girl, right?
This song always makes me have a lot of associations, I will think of the sneaky first love of the student days, and I will also think of the girl in the movie "Lolita", do you remember that classic scene? Isn't that "dew thick flowers thin, thin sweat light clothing"?
The most absolute is the next few sentences, "see the guests come in, socks cut gold and slip", every time Adolescence sees the favorite Ta, "and shy away, leaning on the door to look back, but the green plum sniffing", do not dare to look at Ta, but can't help but secretly look at Ta.
In his later years, Li Qingzhao, who wrote "still thinking of Xiang Yu and refusing to cross Jiangdong", recalled his girlhood and only had a sigh.
Xin Abandoning Disease, "Xi Jiang Yue, Shu Xing"
Drunk and laughing, he will worry about the work. Recently, I have begun to realize that the books of the ancients are all useless.
Last night Matsube was drunk and asked Matsu how drunk I was. Only suspect that the loose to help, with the hand to push the loose to go!
Xin abandoned the disease, a man who had suffered all his life, Ming Mingwen could lift the pen to the world, and the martial arts could go to ma Ding Qiankun, but he was born in a dynasty that made people feel unsatisfactory, villains, adulterers, and a generation of heroes, who could only borrow wine to pour sorrow.
But you see what he said, he said, "Drunk and greedy and laughing, you have to worry about the work", Lao Tzu drank only for greed, where there is work to worry about, what a proud and delicate man.
I love the word Xin Ren disease, I love his contrast, obviously full of stomach sorrow, but I want to say that I am not worried at all. There is no close friend around, and after getting drunk, I can only talk to Lao Song: Last night Matsube was drunk, and asked Song how drunk I was. Only suspect that the loose to help, with the hand to push the loose to go!
These few sentences can only be understood, and when translated, they have no taste.
Su Shi " Dong Xian Song "
Ice muscle jade bone, cool without sweat. The water temple wind comes dark incense. 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. Ask how the night is, the night has changed three times, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope is turning low. But when the fingers and the west wind came, they did not change it secretly for many years.
Dongpo words are not easy to choose, think about it, or choose this one, nothing else, it is fun.
Words are words for beauty, why did Su Shi write this beauty? Order before words.
When Su Dongpo was seven years old, he met an old nun who said that he had been to the palace and saw the Shu lord Meng Chang and Lady Huarui chilling on the Maha Pond, and also wrote a poem and told Su Shi about it. Forty years have passed, no one in the world knows this word, and I only remember the first two sentences... Therefore, Su Shi completed this word himself.
I think you also understand that the beauty in the word is Lady Huarui - who is Lady Huarui? It was a strange woman who did not let her eyebrows be raised, the Lord of Shu was happy to destroy the country, the city surrendered, and the lady was sad and indignant, and wrote two poems: 140,000 people were disarmed, and none of them were men.