Bodhisattva barbarian
【Tang】Wen Tingyun
The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, and the sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy. Lazy to draw moth eyebrows, late to make up and groom.
Before and after the flowers, the flowers reflect each other. The new post embroidered Luo shirt, double golden partridge.
After a week of busy work, in a rare and quiet weekend time, lazily sleeping until three o'clock in the morning, blurry eyes to see the window along the edge of the curtain through the sunlight, but it is very comfortable and comfortable to enjoy. But for the ancients, sleeping lazily was not so common, because they had to seize the well-lit daylight to get to work as quickly as possible. And how could such a girl, who had nothing to do all day long, need to make up for sleep by sleeping lazily? If she really wanted to sleep, she would not have to sleep until she grew old.
But this girl was really lazy, and the more she slept, the more she didn't want to get up, and let the sunlight from the gap in the screen flicker on her face, illuminating her beautiful face more vividly. Let's get up, it's not interesting to fall asleep, slowly thrush, slowly groom, slowly arrange, or lazy as in bed. The mirrors placed in the front and back reflect the front and back of themselves, and the flower light and the human face overlap in the mirror, just like the time and space of the whole word, claustrophobic and ethereal.
At the end of the day, she realized that she still had something to do, and she had to do the work of needlework and embroidery, and with her wisdom and skillful hands, she embroidered the desired pattern on the exquisite robe, and today the pattern is a pair of partridges. The lyricist restrained the pen on this Luo Yi pattern, and did not tell the reader the woman's mood at the moment, but it is this concise double golden partridge that can produce how much loneliness and sigh for whom. In this way, the front bedriding, lazy thrush, and late grooming also have a foothold, all born because of a lonely grievance, as for where the grievance comes from, it is up to the reader to fill it himself.
Bodhisattva barbarian
【Tang】Wen Tingyun
The bright moon of the jade building remembers her appearance, and the willow silk is weak. The grass outside the door is green, and the horse is neighing.
Painting Luo Jin jade, incense candles into tears. The flowers are crying, and the green window is a fan of dreams.
People are the most painful when they are waiting, and they can only rely on vague memories to caress the pain in their hearts, and their minds will constantly switch between reality and illusion. The bright moon of the jade building is the real time and space, and Liu Si Yuanna doesn't know if it's really an illusion, as for the spring grass and the neighing of the horses, I don't know if it's a dream back to the time of parting, or a fantasy of the day of reunion.
But no matter how beautiful the dream is, it will dissipate like smoke, and only the quiet utensils around you will exist for a long time. People will be tired, they will fall asleep with red candles, and when they wake up, they can only face the gloom outside the window. The residual red is falling, Zigui is crying blood, and another spring is about to pass, like a dream in which the fantasy is becoming more and more blurred. In the midst of years of loss, people will not fall into dreams again? Maybe it will not be like this, there will always be some hopeless hope in the heart.
Wanggangnan
【Tang】Wen Tingyun
Freshen up, leaning on the river tower alone. Thousands of sails are not, and the slanting veins are long. Intestine broken white apple.
After the thousand sails are over, is the girl on the river tower still young? She must be old.
But she has been waiting, and she has not married a businesswoman like most old celebrities, but how much is the point of waiting? She can only wait for the sunset and the river to be affectionate for her, but she has never been able to wait for the person she wants to see. There will always be an unknown story behind the infatuation, the swaying sandbar of the white apple is often the place where lovers are separated in the Yuefu poem, and there is a sentence in the poem "Sigui" by Zhao Weiming of the Tang Dynasty: "Hesitation can be seen, and the high-rise building is going up every day." Only see the parting place, white apples full of Fangzhou. Of course, it is not known what kind of vows they made when they parted, but it is believed that the boy gave the girl a promise that he would return. So this has become a story of "once the sea is difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud", there is always a beautiful side of the thousand sails, but as long as you are not at the helm, I will not board the ship after all.
Of course, behind such persistence is an admirable courage to defy time.
Dream Gangnam
【Tang】Wen Tingyun
Tens of millions of hates, hatred is at the end of the world. The mountains and the moon don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty and the flowers in front of them are swaying, and the blue clouds are swaying.
It is said that "the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional", but no matter how wooden a person is, he can notice that there is a person standing in front of him full of melancholy and resentment. As the so-called people are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, of course, the truly ruthless things will not care about the love and hatred of the world at all, they rise as usual, blow as usual, and be quiet as usual, leaving only the hearts of sentient people in a mess.
How many kinds of hatred can people have? Jiang Yan's famous poem "Hate Fu" lays out six historical figures and sings about eight types of life pains, but in the end it still points to the only hatred -- the transience and finitude of life, which is the so-called "end of the world" where hatred is extreme. The end of the world is not necessarily a long distance, but also an insurmountable life and death. So the appearance of green mountains, bright moons, rivers, and breezes is so out of place, they are eternal existence relative to life, they have witnessed generations of life come and go, go and return, so they don't cherish life so much, and blow the spring flowers off by themselves, and end another short and beautiful life with their own hands. How can a person who has realized that he hates the most can bear this? Spring flowers are a portrayal of his future, and he is gradually being destroyed by the mountains, moons, rivers and winds and slowly growing old, can his mood still be calm?
Lymorrhage
【Tang】Wen Tingyun
The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the flowers leak out. Frightened geese, from the city black, painting the screen of the golden partridge.
The incense mist is thin, through the curtain, and the melancholy Xie family pool pavilion. The back of the red candle, the embroidered curtain hangs, and the dream is long.
As the saying goes, "mourning is greater than the death of the heart", when people reach this state, the phenological changes in the outside world cannot change the calm heart. The willow silk grows, and the spring rain becomes thinner, all of which are the spring phenology that provokes idleness, not to mention the falling flowers, as well as the sound of leaky pot water that tells the passage of time. Not only people will be shocked when they hear it, but even the wild geese outside the plug and the crows at the head of the city can feel a shock that hooks the soul. But for the partridge embroidered with gold thread on the screen, no matter how much spring does not return, it is indifferent, because it has no heart, just like the sleeping heart in the words is like a dead girl.
The girl was already melancholy, but the lyricist seemed to be even more ruthless, and he made the girl dream of the haunting person in a gorgeous space. What can you do if you dream of it? The girl is so sad that she dies in a lonely and empty boudoir, and those who don't care about her can't know at all, and they don't want to know, and it is likely that he is happily enjoying himself in another gentle and rich country, and how can this not make people's hearts die? In that case, why let yourself be immersed in sorrow? Life has a rich and colorful content in addition to emotions, and when a girl really has the autonomy to choose life and distribute life, that is when she is reborn.
Bodhisattva barbarian
【Tang】Wen Tingyun
The water spirit curtain is quite a pillow, and the warm fragrance provokes the dream of mandarin duck brocade. The willows on the river are like smoke, and the geese fly in the waning moon.
The autumn color of lotus silk is light, and the people are uneven. The temples are fragrant red, and the jade hairpin has the upper hand.
Beautiful girls are the usual images of lyricists, often in a lonely boudoir furnished with delicate and ornate objects. This is the case with the upper part of this poem: the girl is sleeping soundly, the bead curtain in the room is made of crystal, and the girl's pillow is warm and greasy glass, in the late Tang Dynasty, crystal and glass are precious materials from the Western Regions. The warm brocade quilt is embroidered with a mandarin duck pattern, suggesting that she may have dreamed of a distant lover. So the two sentences that change the rhyme have multiple interpretations: this suburb opposite the boudoir space can be what the girl sees in her dream, it can be the night scene outside the boudoir at the moment, or it can be like a montage to switch to the space where the wanderer wanders alone.
What Xia Yan wrote is relatively special, and suddenly jumps to the girl's appearance and demeanor when she wakes up. The traditional way of writing will place the girl in the twilight spring scene, with a piece of scattered spring red to set off the sorrow of her lonely empty boudoir. But Wen Tingyun turned out a new meaning in this poem, the silk skirt with lotus color seems to be unable to see the season, but the person who wears it only reveals that the New Year is over at this time, and the beautiful girl welcomes spring in the slightly cold wind. This was the season full of hope for spring, but it was dyed haggard and lonely by the sad thoughts of Shang Yun. The spring flowers haven't bloomed yet, so it doesn't matter if they are sad because of the falling flowers, but the girl has already begun to feel sad. The Sui Dynasty poet Xue Daoheng's poem "Thinking of Returning to the Day" wrote: "It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home. After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. "Wen Tingyun should use the style of words to rewrite poetry.
Bodhisattva barbarian
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
Don't be melancholy at night in the Red Mansion, and the incense lamp is half rolled with tassels. When the waning moon goes out, the beauty and tears are gone.
The pipa is golden and cuiyu, and the yellow warbler is spoken on the string. persuade me to go home early, the green window is like a flower.
"Green window people are like flowers", under what circumstances would a girl say such a boastful sentence, and how sad her heart must be.
Beautiful looks are a proud capital for girls, and there is no need to emphasize themselves repeatedly, there will definitely be a lot of wanderers who fall under her pomegranate skirt and say all kinds of sweet words in their mouths. Of course, they won't be really cared about by girls, knowing how to appreciate their own beauty is one thing, whether they like it or not is a more important aspect, and it would be great if Lang Jun, who admired himself, could also express his praise for himself in this way.
The promised Langjun can indeed appreciate his beauty, but they seem to have other ideas and pursuits outside of themselves, and they will always leave decisively, leaving themselves alone and guarding the lonely and empty boudoir, boring to deal with the idle and idle brother who teases him all day long. Then let's keep him a little longer, but what kind of way can I have? The non-independent individual can only use the pipa to tell the pain in my heart, and can only use the song to highlight my beauty again. If you really can't do it, then take the initiative to say that you are as beautiful as a flower, can you look at me again, and then accompany me? For a beautiful girl, her heart is obviously proud, and being forced into such a situation is obviously to let go of all her figure and dignity, but at that time, how much dignity can a girl like her have?
This poem tells the story from a male perspective, Lang Jun is finally in love, but he still resolutely embarks on the road of never looking back.
Bodhisattva barbarian
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet Jiangnan Lao. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain.
The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown.
Hometown is warm, hometown people are tolerant, wandering wanderers have been wronged, if they return to their hometown, they will be able to get the most gentle comfort and companionship, and there is a beautiful wife like Zhuo Wenjun who is willing to share happiness with him and sell wine on the street waiting for him.
But why not go home? Modern wanderers often ask themselves this way, and finally make the decision not to go home. When I was a child, adults said that the outside world was very exciting, and they encouraged wanderers to go to the outside world and do a great job. So I also came to what adults call the outside world, and when I first arrived, I really felt that it was very exciting, with bizarre entertainment, and dazzling choices. "The spring water is blue in the sky, painting the boat and listening to the rain", this comfort is finally enjoyed, and the life of the people at home imagines themselves should be like this.
Gradually, I finally found that the comfort was just a momentary firework, and I was only accompanied by the exhaustion of rushing, the loneliness of a foreign land, the loneliness of failure, and the helplessness of the long night, and the outside world was actually very helpless. So forget it, go home, there are still beautiful little days waiting for you, but your heart is so unwilling, always thinking that you are still young, and you still have the opportunity to get wonderful, since you have chosen the outside world, you have to grit your teeth and go through no matter how much suffering you endure. In fact, returning to one's hometown means one's own failure, but people are always reluctant to admit failure, and when they find themselves accepting it calmly, it means that they are old.
Therefore, if you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown.
Bodhisattva barbarian
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
Persuade the monarch to be drunk tonight, and don't talk about the affairs of the Ming Dynasty. Cherish the owner's heart, and the wine is affectionate.
You must worry about the short spring leakage, and don't complain that the gold cup is full. When you meet wine and hehe, life can be geometric.
In the late Tang Dynasty, the world was turbulent, there were soldiers everywhere, and the speed of regime change was very fast, so every individual life was living a precarious life. Luo Yin, a poet in the same late Tang Dynasty, wrote a similar sentence: "When you get it, you sing and you don't stop, and you are sad and hateful." There is wine today, drunk today, and sorrow tomorrow comes. ”
It seems that this is the depression of getting by and having fun in time, and life should be to move forward bravely towards the future, so only looking at the present, regardless of the future, will often encounter the sinking of self-depravity. If in an era full of hope, people are full of confidence in their own tomorrow, how many people will really make themselves look like the walking dead? However, the late Tang Dynasty was an era of lack of hope, and the chaos of the regime caused the people of the world to be very confused about the direction of the future and had no expectations for the way of development and promotion, so how could they be required to be enterprising? Even if they put in a thousand times the effort, they could only achieve nothing. Therefore, having wine today and getting drunk today is nothing less than a kind of open-mindedness, a kind of helpless self-mockery of the tragic life of the times, no matter what tomorrow is, at least there is wine today, it is enough.
However, it is often futile to use wine to dispel sorrows, tonight's intoxication will be more in exchange for the emptiness and pain of the Ming Dynasty's wine awakening, everything is self-deception, and the words that seem to be hopeless are actually still unable to let go of the restlessness in the heart, and the hehe, in front of the wine glass, is always the bitter smile with tears.
Spring tour of Sidi Township
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
Spring outing. Apricot blossoms blow all over the head. Mo is young and romantic.
The concubine intends to marry and rest for the rest of her life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed.
What is youth? Youth does not lie in the delicate face, but in the ignorant innocence, in the bold love affair, in the impulse without regrets, and in the gushing of the deep spring of life.
In the eyes of youth, the falling petals of the city are not the melancholy of spring, but the embodiment of vitality and romance, so that it is full of good, and the self-confidence of youth will allow everyone to find their beauty in different states. This self-confidence is still fearless, suddenly I met him, why bother to ask his family background and early experience, just rush forward regardless of it, and embrace the love that came to his youth. Of course, youth is not unaware of the hidden worry of falling, but still pounced on the blurred fireworks without regrets, this is still a manifestation of self-confidence, self-confidence will not suffer this tragic result, even if it is true, it is also the most brilliant life in the youth, and it is not in vain to be in a hurry to do what it is possible to do at this age.
Many years later, when I look at these words and things from my youth, I may feel that they are too naïve, too naïve, too unthinking, and too messy. But will you really regret it? Maybe more often you will still smile knowingly, if you do it all over again, you will still choose such ignorance and fearlessness, this is a choice that completely follows the rhythm of your own life, and you will never end up in this life.
Female Crown Child
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
April 17 is the day of last year. Holding back tears, he lowered his face, and half frowned shyly.
I don't know that my soul is broken, and there are dreams with me. Except for the moon on the horizon, no one knows.
Perhaps time will dilute the emotion of parting, but the separation today last year is far from being blurred, on the contrary, it will ferment more melancholy in the span of a year. The helplessness of separation will bring pain to both parties, because they know that they will not return it, and there is no chance of seeing each other again, but they are unwilling to let the other party notice their pain, for fear of infecting it more reluctantly, so let the far away leave safely and live a good life if they stay.
But after all, this is just the self-deception of both parties, and after separation, there is no one to share the pain of empty lovesickness, and all kinds of busyness in life can only let me recall the separation of last year and today in my dreams. In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that he has lost his soul and no longer cherishes the people who have passed away, and it seems that he does not know that he is still concerned about the impossible other party. But fortunately, there is still a bright moon in the sky, and the moon that has witnessed many joys and sorrows in the world is his only confidant, only it understands the pain in his heart and the scene of his dreams, but how much meaning can this have?
As for whether the lovesick person in the word is male or female, there is no need to force it, as long as the love is deep, both men and women will have such loneliness and haggard who don't know what to do and what to do.
Lotus leaf cup
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
I remember that year, late at night, when I first met Xie Niang. The west side of the water hall is draped, hand in hand in the dark phase.
The melancholy dawn warbler waning moon, farewell, and the sound insulation dust from now on. Now they are all strangers, and there is no reason to see each other.
Heart-warming encounters are unforgettable memories, and the casual glance in the crowd makes our hearts feel like an electric shock, as if we have seen them somewhere. Not only is this moment unforgettable, but even the environment at that time and the surrounding furnishings are vivid, no matter how long it has been, it is so clear.
But people grow hate, there are too few and too few times of joy, wonderful encounters are often accompanied by the end of their respective flights, and only the bitterness of loss will make the memory more profound, if this separation is still caused by irresistible external forces, it will add a new layer of bitterness.
The Song Dynasty began to legend the special writing background of this poem. After the death of the Tang Dynasty, Wei Zhuang helped the Xichuan Jiedu envoy to establish the former Shu regime, became the founding father, and the prime minister of the official residence. But Wang Jian, who was born in the military, had a strong habit of marching in the late Tang Dynasty, and he fell in love with Wei Zhuang's Aiji, and immediately snatched it into the palace with the excuse of teaching palace maids singing and dancing. Wei Zhuang had no choice but to fill in this word to tell his inner pain. Later, the lyrics were circulated in Ouchi, and Ai Ji was miserable when she heard it, so she went on a hunger strike, which made this word with a bit of blood and tears.
Whether the story is true or not, this lyric sings the deepest attachment to the past lover.
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