In the new spring, the poet Qingjing not only brings the long-dormant insects, fish, birds and beasts back to life, but also allows the poets to shake their spirits, manipulate the dyeing, and put the backlog of poetry and new inspiration into the pen, or praise, or complain, only to miss this spring, and forget the original appearance of spring.
Although Zhu Shuzhen's reputation in the Song Dynasty was not as good as Li Qingzhao's, she was also a commendable talent among the women.
She can not only fill in the words and poems, but also write a silver hook. Although she was born in a rich family, her life was full of joy and sorrow. Material and spiritual are always difficult to complete, in the emotional life, Zhu Shuzhen is not as good as Li Qingzhao's gambling books and tea, and at the same time, she is not as strong as Li Qingzhao's fierce determination, and she has created a sad body by nature.
Many years after Zhu Shuzhen's death, Wei Zhonggong, a Wanling man, was inspired by the fact that people were rumored to be zhu Shuzhen's poems, so he collected Zhu Shuzhen's poems, called "Collected Poems of Broken Intestines".
Zhu Shuzhen's poems are fresh and graceful, with subtle thoughts and feelings, and in her poems, spring is also full of infinite grace and affection.
Pick up the residual lamp dream, sub-rules to urge the moon small building west.
The screens peek at the sky, and countless birds and flowers cry.
- "Spring Dawn Miscellaneous"
Spring yang qi rises, neither as cold as winter nights, nor as hot as summer, especially on sunny days with gentle breezes, and the lazy spring light leans on the breeze, which is a good time to sleep.
But the poet did not sleep alone, tossing and turning, the east was white, and countless songbirds outside the window chased flowers and cried on the willow branches. Facing the early morning spring scene, I don't know how to survive this day.
The mountains are bright and snowy, and the clouds in the sky are breaking the yin.
Desert warm smoke raw grass, lavender and pneumatic garden.
The poems and books are happy for a long time, and the scenery is involved in bitter chanting.
The golden duck fire remnants of incense pavilion quiet, more tuning Shang Yu play Yaoqin.
- "Early Spring Happy Sunny Affair"
Spring returns to the earth, and all things are revived. Last year's snow has now melted away. The distant mountains are green and the distant waters are clear, which is originally a thriving scene, but in the eyes of the poet, a faint melancholy cannot help but gush out.
Ren is a beautiful scenery, and for those who have hidden worries, Liangjian Yanyu is a mockery of the lonely, and the willow warbler is a mockery of the frustrated. The object has no intention, and the viewer has intentions, so he has to temporarily borrow this joyful scene to send me mourning, a little sadness.
Cui Mi hides the crow green willow ti, hurt spring lazy step peach creek.
Dream back to the window under the day of noon, the bird cries outside the forest.
- "Sitting Alone and Feeling Spring"
If you want to recognize the east wind, just hearing the birds everywhere and asking how many flowers have fallen is not enough to know the full picture of spring. Riding on the warm sun with the wind, the flowers follow the willows, the intentions are all sung for birds and insects, and the eyes are full of apricot rain and pear clouds, so that they can only use thousands of purples and thousands of reds to encompass these countless prosperity. After the prosperity, I was reborn desolate, and although the grand scenery was inexhaustible, there was nothing to solve my thousand knots. At this time, there was a cry of birds outside the forest, and he reported to Fang Fei Xie. Ben hurt himself in the spring, and the spring returned, adding a little bit of idleness.
From the eunuch things are not free, the relatives are in tears for thousands of miles.
There is no hongyan heirloom letter, and it is even more worried by the cuckoo.
The moon-falling birds sing the beautiful scenery, and the flowers and willow shadows fill the eyes;
The tall buildings have been worried about the fence for a long time, and their hearts are floating in the direction of white yunnan.
- "Kasuga Shukai"
Liu Yuxi once said, 'Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring dynasty', and the slaughter of autumn is not as comfortable as the warmth of spring, so there are many people who like spring and hate autumn.
And Du Fu still felt the tears of flowers in the spring, hating the birds. It can be seen that the situation does not change according to the situation, even if the mountains and rivers are magnificent, it is difficult to soothe a traumatized heart.
Zhu Shuzhen was also far away from home like Du Fu on a melting spring day, and she couldn't help herself. For her, maybe a golden spring night is not worth having fun with candles, more often than not listening to the silent drizzle of moisturizing things, and the secret hatred is even more leaky for such a long time.
The spring in Zhu Shuzhen's eyes is full of sorrow, not that the spring is worthy of sentimentality, just because she is full of sadness, there is no room for more emotions in her heart. So the song and swallow language, in the eyes of a person with vague eyes, has also become a cry of blood.
There is a lot of rain in the spring, on rainy days, cooking tea and reading is also a pleasure, and many people are worried about it, afraid that even the rain does not know where the spring is going, and the sun is deep in summer. But the four seasons are tossed, and each season has its own unique points, why people still have ups and downs, likes and dislikes. In the end, it is still due to one's own state of mind.
If there is no idleness to hang on the branches, it is a good time in the world. If the heart is not troubled, spring, summer, autumn and winter, which day is not a good day, southeast, northwest, where is not the scenery.
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Pillow Stream: Hunan people, students. Happy and ancient, write poetry and write with pleasure, and pursue both literary quality.