Most beautiful things leave regrets.
What's even more unsettling is that the more beautiful the existence, the more regrets are left behind, so that everyone who sees them has ups and downs, beats their chests, and sighs.
For example, in "Water Dragon Yin: Spring Hate", Chen Liang faced the spring full of fragrant flowers, and what he gave birth to was a deep sense of amazement:
The flowers are deep in the floor, and the painting curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft. Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha is tender and tender, and the weeping poplar is shallow. Late days to promote flowers, light clouds and rain, light cold and light warm. Hate the world of Fangfei, tourists are not rewarded, all pay with warblers and swallowsLoneliness is far away, to the south building, a song to return to the geese. The golden hairpin fights the grass, the green silk pulls the horse, and the wind and clouds are scattered. Luo Shou is fragrant, Cui Sui is full of tears, how many resentments?is ecstasy, and it is a sparse smoke and a light moon, and the sub-rules are broken.
When spring stays in the world, there is no distinction between distance and proximity, nor is it lively or quiet.
The places where those winding paths are inaccessible, but they are still within the scope of Chun's gentle caressing, and they will not be ignored indifferently, let alone ruthlessly eliminated.
The flowers are deep in the floor, and the painting curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft.
What is deeper than the flowers, farther than the footsteps of spring, is the floor.
Love may have come, but now she has long since lost her fragrance, faded the fragrance, and dimmed her eyes.
The streamer curtain will also remind people of the beauty of the past, the spring breeze gently blows between the fingers, and it will also remind people of some unforgettable tenderness.
Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha is tender and tender, and the weeping poplar is shallow.
It's hard to say whether it's spring that makes the world so vibrant, or whether it's because of this heart-pounding encounter that the earth has been transformed into a new one, showing a goose yellow and tender green side.
In any case, spring should be green, and green is the best tribute and welcome of the earth to spring.
No matter how gorgeous the flowers are, they must also bloom in the green bushes, green is the curtain, but also the embrace.
Flowers are the darlings of green, blooming on the branches, not too shy, not too happy.
They have been waiting for the day when the green comes, and they have been waiting for the day when the green is held in the palm of their hands.
Late days to promote flowers, light clouds and rain, light cold and light warm.
Late is not a complaint, but a resentment.
This anger is also light, with three points of excitement and seven points of joy.
Full of brocade and embroidery, the world can be so beautiful, people can't believe it and have to believe it.
I have seen too much gloom, and beauty becomes shocking.
It seems untouchable, but it is close and within reach.
When you are so violet, how can you miss a pair of envious and admiring eyes?
Hate the world of Fangfei, tourists are not rewarded, all pay with warblers and swallows
Come on, come on, join the carnival of spring, and embrace the embrace of spring.
All invitations are subject to rejection.
Spring is no exception.
Loneliness is far away, to the south building, a song to return to the geese.
When the geese have returned, people have a place to return, and the word loneliness alone, where it comes and goes, will always be unpredictable.
Spring is still full of fragrant flowers, but there are no people who appreciate spring, and spring has a shell, lacking a heart-warming core.
Misty eyes are best suited to climb high and look into the distance, and you can see autumn as soon as you look at it.
When the geese returned.
Being in the spring, looking at the autumn in vain, who lived up to the spring, who rejected the fragrant invitation.
All springs are generally beautiful, but those springs in my memory can never be forgotten.
The golden hairpin fights the grass, the green silk pulls the horse, and the wind and clouds are scattered.
Male and female, me and you.
Love and love, golden hairpin with green silk.
There is also the joy of fighting grass, and the surprise and reluctance when Le Ma looks back.
They all belong to spring, and they can only belong to spring.
It belongs to the memory of the flowers, flowers everywhere, deep east wind soft.
Luo Shou is fragrant, Cui Sui is full of tears, how many resentments?
I don't remember how spring is gone, but the picture of Luo Shou dividing the fragrance and tears is deeply engraved in my mind, and it will not be too late sooner, but the parting will be too early.
Who knows, who knows grudges?
is ecstasy, and it is a sparse smoke and a light moon, and the sub-rules are broken.
Is it that Zigui is already sad and suffering, so he urges him to return, or is it that people's grievances are felt by Zigui, so the sorrow is corresponding?
Whoever was shocked by whose grievances, and who hit whose sorrows.
The style of "Water Dragon Yin" is graceful, the description object is ordinary seasonal feelings, and it is incorporated with a very sense of story and picture details, from the content to the form is very in line with the public's consistent impression of Song Ci.
But critics don't think the poem stops there, it has a deeper meaning.
Readers can realize that Chen Liang is not a single cherishing spring, nor is he expressing sorrow and hatred through cherishing spring, but refracting the real world with it", one comment asserted.
Whether this is the case, perhaps in connection with Chen Liang's life and his style of lyrics, such a view is not unreasonable.
But knowing and not knowing this, admitting or not admitting such views, does not affect our empathy for the whole poem.
The sorrow and hatred that are misty in the lyrics are so deep and so long, that no dull person can be completely indifferent.
Hate the world of Fangfei, tourists are not rewarded, all pay with warblers and swallows
Who has not experienced one or two regrets in life, and who has not sighed again and again at the time of silent ecstasy, and has known the warmth and coldness of life in the world.
Green silk pulls horses, and the wind is scattered.
May the beauty last forever, and may the tenderness we want to keep even if they leave, it is nothing more than a few turns, and then they turn around again and meet us again.