Raccoon Creek Sand
Yan Shu
A new song for a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?
Helpless flowers fell, and déjà vu returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
【Appreciation and navigation】
Born in the Northern Song Dynasty, the happiest dynasty of the literati, and in the era of Song Renzong, one of the best emperors in China, Yan Shu can be said to be fortunate. Fortunately, he passed the imperial examination at the age of 14, served as a secretary province, and later became a teacher of Song Renzong, and later became the prime minister of the dynasty. Such a smooth sailing is rare among Chinese historical and cultural celebrities.
Leisurely life, thoughtful and literary people, naturally will not be satisfied with what the eyes see, hear, and the slight changes in nature can trigger their feelings, thus giving rise to deeper thinking. This song "Huan Xi Sha" is one of the best.
A beautiful day, self-drinking poetry. Flowers blossom and fall, clouds roll in the clouds, and turn into popular sayings. Looking around, it was still the weather last year. That pavilion, that rockery pond, still hasn't changed.
However, the sun is quietly tilting to the west, driving the light to change suddenly.
O Sun, when will you come back to the west?
You see, the bright flowers are slowly withering, the colorful colors are becoming dimmed, what can be done? Spring is drifting away...
Wait a minute, you see, isn't that purple swallow that flew in the same way last year?
Spring will go to spring again, flowers will bloom.
Is next spring really the same as this year? The withered flowers are about to turn to dust, and will the flowers that reopen next year be the same as this year?
Weather, sun, pavilions, flowers and birds... Seemingly unchanged, in fact, they are no longer the same. Not only does it change every year, it even changes every moment, but we just don't pay attention.
Alas, the deceased is like a snub, not giving up day and night!
How could life not be like this? Where can we catch up with the time that has passed?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wander on the path in the yard, the grass and trees around me quietly growing, and the flowers silently withered and withered.
——There is the leisure of the literati and gentlemen in the words, there is also the infinite retention of good times, and there is helplessness for time. There is the joy of seeing the return of the familiar Spring Swallow, and even more sad to know that in this reincarnation that seems to be like everything is the same, in fact, everything cannot really come back, and even can't help but ask, what is this hurriedly passing time? What do we get in a cycle day after day, year after year? What was lost? What is the meaning of our lives?
A faint sadness slowly struck...