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Why do you like poetry?
Some people say that in the saddest times, you can always find a poem that perfectly describes the mood at this time. When you chew it, the feeling becomes more profound.
Whenever you wander in the ocean of poetry, feel the sorrows and joys of the ancients, and remember the glorious years of this life, there will always be infinite emotions in your heart.
Read the poems of the predecessors, feel the stories of this life, some feelings, the first taste can not extricate themselves, some poems, the first reading has been tearful...
Come at night and swim together with dreams, and wake up in the morning with tears.
Zhangpu was sick three times, and the Xianyang grass tree returned to autumn for eight years.
Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the snow to the world.
Ah Wei Han Lang went to the next time, and the night platform was confused to know that it was not.
——Bai Juyi, "Dream Micro"
Nine years after Yuan Shu's death, one day Bai Juyi dreamed of the time when the two had played hand in hand and exchanged letters thousands of miles away, and when they woke up, they found that it was just a dream.
The poet was so sad that he wrote this famous poem of nostalgia.
"Jun buried the mud under the spring, I sent the world full of snow", I think you buried under the nine springs, the bones may have turned into silt, but my decaying body is still living in the human world, a white hair full of head.
The most distant distance in the world is the distance between life and death, because there is never a point of intersection between them, there is no end... I can still miss you, but I will never see you again.
Everything that weighs more than the door is different, and what comes from is not the same.
After the sycamore is half dead and frosted, the head white mandarin duck loses its companion and flies.
The grass on the original, the dew of the first day, the old habitat and the new two yiyi.
Empty bed to listen to the rain at the south window, who picked up the lights at night to mend clothes.
——He Zhu, "Partridge Heaven. Half Dead Kirito
This is a eulogy for He Zhu's memory of his deceased wife, who died suddenly when he was 57 years old and was living in Suzhou.
After he was middle-aged, He Zhu passed by or stayed in Suzhou many times, the first time he came with his wife Zhao Shi, the last time he was alone.
The scenery of Suzhou is still the same, but the people who once accompanied me to talk about homely and enjoy the beautiful scenery hand in hand are no longer there.
"What is different from what we came to", we came together, why don't we go back together? In the future, who will pick up the lights for me to mend at night?
The saddest thing in the world is that things are human beings.
Swearing to sweep away the Xiongnu, five thousand minks mourned the dust.
Poor indeterminate river bones, like people in the dream of spring girls!
——Chen Tao's "Four Songs of Longxi", the second
The generals of the Tang army fought hard to sweep away the Xiongnu, and five thousand elite soldiers dressed in brocade robes died in Hu Chen.
What a pity! The piles of white bones by the wuding river, who knows that they are still the dream people that the young women miss in the spring.
Since ancient times, when there is a war, there will be a separation of life and a separation of death, so there is a poem of conquest, a poem of thinking about women, and there is a lingering affection and endless sorrow in poetry.
Now it seems that we may not experience the sorrow in the poem in our lifetime, but the sincere meaning and deep affection in the poem are rooted in our hearts, and we can never forget it once we read it!
Who reads the west wind alone cool? Xiao Xiao yellow leaves closed the window.
Contemplate the past and stand in the sun.
Frightened by the wine Mo Chun slept heavily, gambling books to pour tea aroma.
At that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
- Naran Rongruo, "Huan Xi Sha"
This poem was composed by Nalan Rongruo in mourning his deceased wife Lu Shi.
I remember that once upon a time, you and I took advantage of the good spring scene, gambling with each other, laughing, and the placket was full of tea.
The scene that felt most ordinary at the time is now nowhere to be seen. Obviously, we still have so many roads to go together,
There is still so much rest of your life waiting to work hand in hand, but only once you turn back, you are gone, only the remnants of the sun and the grass tree, the west wind.
Amorous hatred from ancient times, this hatred is endless.
The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dimmed.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
And now listening to the rain monks, the sideburns have been stars also.
The joy and sorrow are always merciless, and the first step of the order is dripped until dawn.
——Jiang Jie, "Yu Meiren, Listening to the Rain"
Around the age of thirty or so, the land of the Southern Song Dynasty had been completely trampled by foreign nations, and most of his life was spent under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty.
Because of his extreme dissatisfaction with the national repressive policies pursued in the early years of the Yuan Dynasty, he spent his whole life in seclusion and wandering.
The song was like a projection of his life.
From youth to middle age and old age, the situation of life is inevitable for us to taste, I only hope that you have gone through a thousand sails, and your heart is still safe and sound!
Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.
Even if they do not know each other, they are full of dust and sideburns.
At night, the ghost dream suddenly returned home, the small window, is grooming.
There are no words to say, only tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short Matsuoka.
--Su Shi, "Jiang Chengzi · Dream of the Twentieth Day of the First Month
This dream was written by Su Shi to his deceased wife Wang Fu.
In the lonely night, the poet dreams again of his wife, who has been dead for many years.
She was still sitting in front of the dresser, the moon was shrouded, the two were facing each other, obviously there were a thousand words, but in the end she choked up and could not speak, only the tears gently slipped down.
On the hillside where his wife was buried, Su Shi personally planted 30,000 cedar trees. In every tree, there is a deep affection for the poet.
Some people say that as long as there are people who miss, the people who have passed away will never really pass away. If I could, I would like to use my years in the world in exchange for the flow of time.
Last night the cold clams couldn't stop chirping. Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, has been three more.
Get up and walk around the stairs alone. People are quiet, and the moon outside the curtain is bright.
The white head is the name of merit. The old mountain pine bamboo is old, blocking the return journey.
I want to pay my heart to Yaoqin. There are few acquaintances, and whoever listens to the broken strings.
——Yue Fei, "Little Heavy Mountain" Last night the cold clams couldn't stop singing"
This poem was probably written in the eighth year of Shaoxing (1138), when the Song and Jin "negotiated peace" and were not allowed to mobilize troops.
Yue Fei was a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty who fought against the Jin Dynasty, and he was loyal to the country all his life, "with great ambition to eat hufu meat, laugh and talk about thirst for the blood of the Xiongnu", hoping to "clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky".
However, seeing that he was not an old man, he wanted to pay Yaoqin his full heart. But the mountain water is rare, even if the string is broken, who will listen?
I've been drifting for a long time.
In the past ten years, deep gratitude has been exhausted, and teachers and friends have died and lived.
Su Xiqi is not a thief, only look at Du Ling's poor and thin,
Once undiminished, night lang is sad, thin life long resignation knows goodbye,
Ask life, is it desolate here?
Don't hate, for brother.
Brother Xin Wei Wu Ding ugly,
Together, frost breaks, premature aging thin willow.
From now on, the word endowment must be done less, and the heart and soul must be kept together.
Hopefully, Ha Ching Life! The return date is urgently completed.
Passing on the empty name and cooking,
The words are not exhausted, and the first sight is watched.
——Gu Zhenguan's "Two Songs of Golden Wisps"
"Two Songs of Golden Wisps" was composed by the Qing Dynasty literary scholar Gu Zhenguan in order to ask Nalan Rongruo to rescue his friend Wu Zhaoqian.
In the fourteenth year of Shunzhi (1657), Wu Zhaoqian participated in the Jiangnan Township Examination and was involved in the Dingyou Jiangnan Township Examination Field Case, and was later exiled to Ningguta.
Gu Zhenguan, who missed his friend's affection, had vigorously rescued him, but he was also depressed and unhappy, bitter and helpless, and sad in his heart.
In the winter of the fifteenth year of the Kangxi Dynasty (1675), Gu Zhenguan thought of his friend's miserable situation in the ice and snow, and wrote two "Golden Wisps" and sent them to Nalan Rongruo.
After Nalan Rongruo finished reading it, he tearfully said, "The poem of Heliang Shengbi, the legend of Shanyang's dead friend, get this and three!" "Immediately guaranteed to rescue Zhaoqian." After being rescued by Nalan's father and son, Wu Zhaoqian was finally redeemed after five years.
There is no empathy in the world, and human sorrow and joy cannot be figured out, but when you meet a friend who sacrifices himself to save each other at any cost, he can only be grateful and cherish this love!
Life does not meet, moving like a participatory businessman.
This night and night, this lamp candlelight.
When the young man is strong, his sideburns are already green.
Visit the old half for the ghost, exclamation of hot midgut.
After twenty years of knowledge, he re-entered the Gentleman's Hall.
Xi Beijun was unmarried, and his children suddenly became married.
Yi Ran respected my father and asked me where I came.
The question and answer is not over, children and daughters of the wine pulp.
Night rain spring leeks, new cooking room yellow sorghum.
—— Du Fu's "Gift to the Eight Virgins"
This poem was written after Du Fu was demoted to Huazhou Sigong and joined the army, where he met his friends in his youth, and when they hurriedly got together, they wanted to leave, and for a moment they had infinite emotions, so they wrote this poem.
The shēn Shang is the name of two stars in the sky, allused to the Year of the Left Tradition:
"The Xi Gaoxin clan had two sons, Bo Yue Que Bo and Ji Yue Shi Shen. Living in the open forest, not able to do it. Day after day to seek gango, in order to compete with each other. Later Emperor Buzang, Qian Fu Bo in Shangqiu, the main chen, the merchant is the cause, so the chen is the shang star. Qian shi was immersed in Bactria and the main counselor, and the Tang people were the causes to serve the Xia shang. ”
This means that the Gaoxin clan has two sons, because of the constant fighting, they continue to fight. Emperor Hou then moved the two of them to Shangqiu and Bactria respectively.
The shang star lives in the eastern position (5:00 to 7:00 a.m.), and the samson star is in the western unitary position (5:00 to 7:00 p.m.), and the two stars are out and about, never see each other, so they think it is a comparison.
"Life does not meet, moving like participating in business", life is sometimes like a two-star businessman, it is easy to separate, but it is difficult to get together.
In the end, we smiled and said goodbye, but we knew that goodbye was far away!
The teenager does not know the taste of sorrow and loves to go upstairs.
Fall in love with the upper floor, and worry about giving new words.
And now I know all the sorrows, and I want to say goodbye.
I wanted to say that I would like to rest, but I said that it was a cool autumn.
--Xin Renjie, "The Ugly Slave · Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall》
This poem was composed when Xin Washu was impeached and dismissed from office and idly lived in the lake. During the period of living with the lake, Xin often went to Boshan to visit, and Boshan had beautiful scenery, but he had no intention of enjoying it.
Seeing that the state affairs were getting worse and worse, he was powerless to do anything about it, and he could not dispatch his worries, so he inscribed this poem on a wall in the Middle of Boshan Road.
When we were teenagers, we didn't know what it was like to be sad, and we liked to climb a tall building the most, in order to write a new word, there was no sorrow, and we had to force ourselves to say that we were sad.
And now that people are middle-aged, they have finally tasted the taste of sorrow and want to say something, but in the end there is only a faint sentence of "a cool autumn."
From adolescence to middle age and old age, the sorrows in life will only taste more and more real, and the sorrows that may be spoken have become less and less.
We are all growing up helplessly, not wanting to grow up, we are also going to grow up; we are all helplessly getting old, not wanting to get old, but also getting old.
The wind and frost in life tell us again and again what is the real maturity, and what is the real flesh and blood, sorrow and joy of life!
For the rest of our lives, may we all be wonderful in our own lives, and in the years when we can't see each other, we can also shine!
(Source: Obsessed with poetry)