Shuhai Shellfish // "Ancient Poems to Read in a Man's Life"
"Midnight Song"
Surname. Li yu
Spring hunting must be early in spring, and the flowers are not old. Ethereal jade soft, the face is clear. Why not laugh frequently, forbidden spring return late. With drunkenness and idle commentary, poetry is formed with karma.
Note: This poem describes the poet and his beauty drinking poetry, looking for pleasure and leisure. If you want to find the beauty of spring, you must do it early, if you want to enjoy the spring flowers, do not wait for the branches to age. Beauty Jade held the light green wine in her hand, and the fine wine in the glass flooded the mouth of the glass. What's the harm in laughing frequently, in the spring day of this forbidden garden of the palace, even if it is a short spring, it seems to slow down the pace of departure. In the drunken haze, everyone chatted about elegance, and the psalm was completed. The lyricist and the beauty drink wine together and enjoy the beautiful spring scenery. Between the banquets and laughter, I even felt that even the pace of the most dying spring color had slowed down. Words exhort people to cherish the good times and have fun in time. After entering the Song Dynasty as the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the lyricist expressed the grief of the loss of the country and the infinite longing for the motherland in the lyrics. The opening words are sad and straightforward. When will life's hatred end? Only I grieve so much, there is no end. Returning to your homeland in your sleep, you still have to face the harsh reality when you wake up. I couldn't help but burst into tears. The days after the death of the country were lonely and cold, unaccompanied. Who else can join me in climbing high and looking at the motherland? I will never forget the days when we climbed high and looked far together on a clear autumn day. But those happy days can never come back. The past is just a spring dream, beautiful but difficult to keep. Waking up still empty, unable to grasp anything. All that's left is endless memories and pain. How I wish that the current misery is also a dream, and there will be a day to wake up! Helpless, good dreams are easy to wake up, but nightmares never end. The past is like a dream, waking up empty, leaving sadness in vain. The theme of this poem is to miss the motherland, and the feelings of sorrow pour out, and the words of sorrow and hatred in the heart give people a kind of panic and despair that no one can understand. It expresses the emotion and helplessness that life is like a dream.
