Falling paper to write old poems (84) --- "Southern and Northern Dynasties" Bao Zhao's "Difficulty in Planning the Road Part IV"

Falling paper to write old poems (84) --- [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Bao Zhao's "Difficulty in Planning the Road Part IV"

Fourth, the road to be planned is difficult

[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Bao Zhao

The waters are flattened and flow from east to west to north to south. Life also has a destiny, and Ann can sigh and sit back and forth.

Drink wine to be self-exonerated, raise a glass to cut off the song difficulty. The heart is not wooden and stone, and the swallowing voice does not dare to speak.

【Appreciation】

Text/Wang Yafei

The water poured into the air, and the rain fell white. Mud on the land, converging stream after stream, following the direction of the mountains, either rushing south or east.

What about the fate of man? Can you also go with the flow and run day and night?

But what is the frown? But what is the long sigh? Is it to complain about the injustice of fate? Is it the encounter of a disappointed life?

And who can sail smoothly to the East China Sea? Who can go straight up to the clouds?

Which one is not a bumpy road, every mountain opens the road, meets the water to build a bridge, chops thorns, and with flesh and blood, it comes out of the avenue to the heavens. Countless falls, countless times up, flesh and blood blurred.

But they did not shed tears of sorrow, strong and firm and unyielding the fate of the dream.

What about me? Willing to do nothing for the rest of your life?

Born vulgarly, died vulgarly, vulgarly walked in this world...

How much unwilling, faint pain! How much to lose, drink the wine in the cup!

In the dark of the night and the moon and drink another cup, bold, not afraid of the difficulties and obstacles ahead, go far.

But after hard work and hard work, the set goal is far away?

Then drink another glass of wine and talk about masturbation. The stories of those struggles are beautiful and there is no complaint or regret.

When he was drunk, he forgot about it and slept soundly until dawn. But where the song is leisurely:

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk! How wrong is the way, and now is it?

Disturb my heart, throbbing. How can it really be only a stone for the rest of your life, silent, without sorrow or joy.

It's just like the pressure of the mountain, and the city is about to be destroyed! Raise a glass to dispel sorrow and worry, be forced by the tip of the knife to the neck, do not dare to speak, do not dare to speak.

No matter how big the grievance, you have to swallow it, and it is better to live than anything.

Sing praises to virtue and whitewash Taiping.

Night of June 18, 2021 - Ikawa