We often say that words are like people, but in fact, so are poetry.
If you read a poem or a word, you will understand the emotions in it, and you will understand a person.
Just like Du Fu, who wrote "Ande Guangsha tens of millions of rooms, shelter the world and the cold people are happy", worried about the country and the people;
Just like Li Bai, who wrote "I am born to be useful, and I will come back when all the gold is gone", he is dashing and uninhibited;
Just like the Xin abandoned disease who wrote "drunkenly pick the lamp to see the sword, dream back to blow the horn and camp", heroic and majestic...
The reason why the poem is moving is precisely because of the emotion in it, which is deeply rooted in the heart and moving.
A poem is sometimes a loneliness of "seeking and finding, cold and clear"
Seeking, cold and cold,
Miserable and miserable.
When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest.
Three glasses of two light wine, how to oppose him, late wind!
Yan Guoye is sad, but he is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers piled up on the ground, haggard and damaged,
Who's to pick up today?
Guarding the window, how can I be born black alone!
Sycamores are more drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit.
This time, what a sad word!
--Song Li Qingzhao, "Slow Sound"
After the change of Jing Kang, Li Qingzhao's country was broken, his family died, his husband died, his situation was desolate, and he was lonely.
Looking for it, but only finding a cold and cold, how sad!
"The geese have passed through, they are sad, but they are acquaintances in the old days", which is similar to "helpless flowers fall, and déjà vu swallows return", which is the so-called: things are people and things are not things, and they want to shed tears first.
Loneliness makes time long; long, and makes loneliness penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
I only want you to have someone to rely on, someone to accompany, and not to suffer from loneliness.
A poem is sometimes a lovesickness of "thinking about the king every day and not seeing the king"
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
Thinking about the jun every day, he did not see the jun, and drank the water of the Yangtze River together.
When will this water rest, and when will this hatred be over?
May the king's heart be like my heart, and will not live up to his wishes.
——Song Li Zhiyi, "Bu Operator, I Live in the Head of the Yangtze River"
The river is endless, and the acacia is endless. The most painful and joyful thing in this world is lovesickness.
Bai Juyi said: I have some thoughts, separated from the distant countryside.
Su Shi said: Ten years of life and death are two vague, do not think, unforgettable.
Tang Bohu said: Looking at the clouds at dusk, thinking of the king when you walk, and think of the king when you sit.
The humane sea is deep, not half as deep as acacia. But there is one person to miss, and it is always time to be thankful.
A poem, sometimes a melancholy "just like a river of spring water flowing eastward"
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past.
The small building last night and the east wind,
The homeland cannot look back at the moon and the middle of the moon.
The carved fence jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed.
Ask the king how much sorrow he can have,
It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
——Wudai Li Yu, "Yu Meiren"
Every year the spring blossoms, the years and autumn moons are full, but the sorrow that soaks the soul cannot be ended in any way.
A river of spring water is full of sorrow, the river is endless, and the sorrow is endless.
As Li Bai said: The water flowed more when the knife was cut off, and the toast was more sorrowful.
Walking in this world, sorrow is inevitable, suffering is constant, and the meaning of life is to blossom the flower of hope on this soil of sorrow.
May all troubles have an antidote, and may all sorrows be relieved.
A poem is sometimes a leisure of "peach blossoms flowing away"
Asked Yu Heyi to inhabit Bishan Mountain, laughing but not answering.
The peach blossoms flowed away, and there was no heaven and earth.
——Don Li Bai, "Questions and Answers in the Mountains"
The world is busy and busy, do you yearn for the life of a crane in the clouds and wild cranes at a certain moment?
Dashing and uninhibited like Li Bai, he has also reveled in the leisurely landscape.
Some people were puzzled, he said: Peach blossoms fall, flowing down the stream, there is no heaven and earth here, like a fairyland.
Living your favorite lifestyle and living your favorite life is a blessing in the world.
As for those who do not understand you, let him go, without saying much, a smile can be worth a thousand words.
A poem, sometimes a bosom that "will be at the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and small"
How about Dezongfu? Qilu Qingwei.
Create Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dawn.
Swinging the chest was born in the clouds, and decided to enter the bird.
Will be the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains small.
- Tang Dufu, "Wangyue"
Lin Qingxuan said: The lowest point of the valley is the starting point of the mountain, and the reason why many people who walk into the valley cannot walk out is precisely because they stop their feet and crouch in the valley and cry in trouble.
If life is not smooth, it is better to look at Du Fu, even if his life is turbulent and displaced, he still has a big heart.
Only the higher you stand, the farther you look, the more open-minded you will be, not afraid, not wronged, not complaining, such a day, will always be full of sunshine.
On this road, the wind and rain will not be less, the grievances will not be less, and the sunshine on the heart cannot be lacking.
Store sunlight, there will be far away. If there is sunshine in the heart, why be afraid of the desolation of the years?
A poem is sometimes a frankness of "a little bit of mighty qi, a thousand miles of fast wind"
The sunset embroidery curtain rolls, and the pavilion is empty under the water.
Zhijun made a new work for me, and the windows were wet and blue.
Long remember Pingshan Hall, pillow Jiangnan smoke and rain,
There is no lonely hung.
Recognize the drunken language, the mountain color has no middle.
A thousand acres, all mirrored, poured blue peaks.
Suddenly, the waves rose and danced a white-headed man.
Can laugh at lantai prince, unsolved Zhuang Sheng tianlai,
Gangdao has males and females.
A little bit of mighty qi, a thousand miles fast wind.
--Song Sushi, "Water Tune Song Head"
Haoran qi is the righteous qi in the world.
Although Su Shi was relegated to Huangzhou at this time, he was not sad because of his personal encounters, but instead used his frank and open personality to show his spiritual outlook of being in adversity, but he could calmly deal with it.
He said: As long as a person has righteousness in his heart, is just and upright, and has an open mind, no matter what situation he is in, he can be calm and feel the majestic wind of a thousand miles with infinite happiness.
This kind of realm may be difficult for us to reach, but the truth is always the same.
Many times, suffering is not terrible, the terrible thing is the heart that is covered with dust. In any case, please stick to a heart of integrity and kindness.
A poem is sometimes an ambition to "hang straight up on the clouds and sail to the sea"
Golden bottle sake bucket ten thousand, jade plate zhen shame straight ten thousand dollars.
Stopping the cup and throwing the spoon can not eat, drawing the sword and looking around at a daze.
If you want to cross the Yellow River Ice Plug River, you will climb the Taihang Snow Mountain.
Idle to fish on the Bixi, suddenly take a boat to dream of the day.
It is difficult to walk, it is difficult to walk, how wrong is it, and now it is safe?
Long winds and waves will sometimes hang directly on the clouds and sails to the sea.
--Don Li Bai, "Difficult to Walk"
Li Bai was ordered to enter the capital and serve as an offering to Hanlin, but he was not reused by Tang Xuanzong, and was also slandered and ostracized by powerful ministers, and two years later, under the name of "giving gold and returning it", he was thrown out of Chang'an in disguise.
Although the heroic spirit of blood has nowhere to be exerted, it is still full of hope for the future.
Life will be bitter for a while, not for a lifetime.
We need to cultivate a good mountain and water in our hearts and wait patiently.
Beauty will eventually meet beauty, just like a small grass meets a long-lost nectar, and a flower meets brilliant sunshine.
A poem is sometimes a "who says that there is nothing less in life"
The short soaking creek of Lanya under the mountain, the sand road between the pines is pure and mud-free.
Xiao Xiao Twilight Rain Zi ruled.
Who says that there is nothing less in life? The water in front of the door is still possible!
Hugh will sing yellow chicken with white hair.
--Song Sushi, "Huanxi Sha Youshui Qingquan Temple"
When people live, they are walking on the road of aging. Just as the leaves will wither and yellow, people will always grow old, and it is inevitable.
But so what? What about old age and physical decline? What about the two sideburns? As long as you want, as long as you do, time flies and can't take away your young heart.
As the writer Haruki Murakami said: People do not grow old slowly, but get old in a flash. Not from the first wrinkles, the first gray hair, but from the moment you give up on yourself.
As long as the soul is always young, why be afraid of getting old?
Hurried years, long and long, never treated anyone kindly, nor did they treat anyone thinly. If it is too late to be seriously young, then you may wish to choose to grow old seriously.
The beauty of poetry lies not only in language, but also in the emotion that jumps between the lines.
Just like Naran's infinite nostalgia of "the wind is more, the snow is more, the dream of the homesickness is not successful, and the garden does not have this sound";
Just like Wang Han's infinite tragedy of "drunkenly lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, and gulai conquered several people back";
Just like Ouyang Xiu's infinite pity of "tearful eyes asking flowers and flowers without words, flying red over the swing"...
In this life, every time I read a poem, it is a washing of the soul and a sublimation of the soul.
Which poem do you read?