My hometown is deep in the mountains, and in the spring, the mountains are full of flowers.
Peony, lily, shandandan, countless, children digging wild vegetables always do not forget to pick a few bouquets of wildflowers to take home and bottle.
However, it is rare to see someone folding a pleasant lilac, if nothing else, because its branches and leaves are bitter, and the juice is very difficult to clean when it reaches the hand.
Reading Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane", the poet longs to meet "a girl with a lilac like a lilac, with a grudge." ”
It seemed to suddenly understand why this plant was bitter except for the flowers, and it turned out that it was sad.
The blue bird does not pass on the cloud outside the letter, and the lilac is empty and sad in the rain.
Only to lower his eyebrows, but to his heart. The lilacs in ancient poems always seem to love and worry about each other.
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The willow silk is gentle, and the wisps of smoke are woven into sorrow. Begonias do not rain, pear blossoms snow first, half of the spring rest.
Now the past is difficult to recount, and the dream goes around the Qin Lou. Acacia is only there, on the lilac branches, cardamom tips. ——Song WangYun, "Eyes Charming, Yang Liu Silk Gentle"
Appreciation: The soft branches of the willow sway gently in the gentle spring breeze, and the wisps of smoke are swirling, as if it weaves the words into it.
The begonia flowers have not yet fallen, the pear blossoms have fallen like snowflakes, the time is hurrying, and this spring is half over.
Time can not go back to the past, the past can only be recalled, when missing can only go to the small building where the sweetheart once lived to take a look.
This deep affection in the bottom of my heart is as melancholy as a condensed lilac bud without vomiting, how I hope that each other can be like cardamom.
Spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into gray tears began to dry.
Although the writer knows that this deep affection can no longer be entrusted, it is still difficult to suppress the sorrow and endless thoughts in his heart.
According to historical records, Wang Yun was depressed and suspicious due to setbacks, and when the illness occurred, he would involuntarily hurt his wife, and Wang Anshi did not want his son to miss his daughter-in-law's youth, so he took the initiative to remarry her, and Wang Yun, who knew the great righteousness, also understood.
This song is Wang Yun's nostalgia for his wife's composition, on the lilac branch, cardamom tip, although you can't spend this life together, but the love and thought of you has always been there, this deep affection is touching.
Brief introduction of the lyricist: Wang Yun, Zi Yuanze, literary scholar, young Congmin, Zhiping Four-year Jinshi, son of Wang Anshi, one of the three kings of Linchuan, there are "Analects" and other works passed down.
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Hand-rolled pearl on the jade hook, according to the former spring hate lock heavy building. Who is the Lord who falls in the wind? Think about it.
The blue bird does not pass on the cloud outside the letter, and the lilac is empty and sad in the rain. Looking back at the green wave three Chu Twilight, the sky flowed. ——Five Generations Li Jing, "Spreading the HuanXi Sand hand-rolled pearl on the jade hook"
Appreciation: In the late spring, the bead curtain is high, and the writer who looks at the tall building is still as sad as yesterday.
The wind blows red and there is nowhere to rely, where is their real destination?
The messenger did not bring a message from a distant pedestrian, and when he saw the lilac in the rain, he thought of frowning and adding to his sorrow.
Looking back at the Three Gorges in the twilight, I saw that the river seemed to fall from the sky, and the mighty day and night rushed endlessly.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing east!
Falling flowers have no owner, blue birds have no faith, lilacs are empty knots, and yearning for emptiness, this thousand sorrows make the writers hate it.
Shang yan wrote heavy lou chun hate, xia wrote sad intestines, deep feelings, his wandering is like the lilac buds shrouded in rain and fog, condensation is difficult to understand, difficult to let go.
Brief introduction of the lyricist: Li Jing, the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, during his reign, the southern Tang territory was the largest, good reading, multi-talented, and his poems were recorded in the "Two Main Words of the Southern Tang".
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A warbler at the bottom of the flower, and the flower is half hooked obliquely to the moon. Where the moon sets, the point flies like snow.
The east wind blew away the sorrows of the past year, liberating the lilac knot. Alarm the small pavilion red rain, dance double golden butterfly. ——Song Liu Han, "Good Things Near the Bottom of the Flower A Warbler"
Appreciation: Unlike the previous two songs, this Wing Chun song is lively and bright, conveying a positive and upward force that makes people feel good.
The upper part of the word is written before dawn when the flowers and birds sprout.
The morning light was faint, and the yellow warbler made its first cry at the bottom of the flower.
The moon is falling, the wind is gusting, and the falling is falling like a snowflake.
The lower part of the word writes the spring scene of the day, showing a vibrant scene.
The east wind is mighty, and it not only blows away the worries of the past for people, but also blows the buds of lilacs, as if to unravel the sorrow of the knot for it.
A pair of golden butterflies danced next to the pavilion, alarming the silence of the flowers and falling red.
Greeting the old and welcoming the new, the haze dissipates, the cloves bloom, and all the beauty arrives like spring.
Shangxia is the tranquil beauty of spring and moonlit nights, xiaxia is the spring of daylight, and the whole word is as beautiful and lively as the newly bloomed lilac flowers, full of poetry.
Brief introduction of the lyricist: Liu Han, zi wuzi, Song Dynasty people, cloth lifelong, there is a "small mountain collection" passed down.
Be aware of the intestines, but look at the lilac tree, and gradually end the spring shoots. --Liu Yong
Ask jun can have a few sorrows, just like a lilac knot.
After parting, I look forward to reunion, and my thoughts are endless in Liu Yong's pen.
The soft intestines are haunting, but they are like lilacs that have not yet bloomed. ——Yu Qian
The soft intestines are full of knots and sorrows, which is Yu Qian's deep nostalgia for the flow of years like water.
Speaking of cloves, it seems that there is always a sad word, and the tree blossoms, just like the woman slowly walking with an oil-paper umbrella in the rain alley.
Don't be a Nanzhou species, cold flowers seven incense.
Lilacs bloom in the splendid spring light, fresh and elegant, fragrant and beautiful.
Not only sad, there are so many beautiful things in life, just like the lilac in the poem, once the east wind arrives, it will bloom as promised, amazing time, gentle years...
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