Yan Shu (991-1055), known as Tongshu, was a politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Yan Shu at the age of fourteen to prodigy into the examination, given the Jinshi background, ordered as the secretary of the province of the orthography, and then gradually the official to the right to advise the doctor, the military department of the book and other important positions, in 1055 died of illness in Beijing, the title of Zigong, the name of Yuan Xian, known as Yan Yuan Xian.
Yan Shu writes in the literary world, especially good at small orders, and his style is subtle and graceful.
Yan Shu and his seventh son Yan Jidao, in the Northern Song Dynasty at that time, were called "Big Yan" and "Little Yan", and Ouyang Xiu was called "Yan Ou".
The author has held important positions in his life, and his career is flat, but his political achievements are mediocre. In the songs, wine, and leisurely chants, the works often reveal the sentimentality of the passing years and the loneliness of the bureaucratic literati due to their spiritual emptiness.
Huanxi Sha, a New Song, a Glass of Wine" is written about the author's melancholy for the passage of time and regret for the disappearance of spring. Although this word contains the meaning of sad spring and cherishing the time, it is really a feeling of emotion, mourning the remnant of spring, sentimental the passing of the years, and implying the meaning of nostalgia.
Huanxi Sha, a new song, a glass of wine
Yan Shu Song Dynasty
A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When will the sun set?
Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returnedThe small garden incense path wanders alone.
Translations
Listen to a song composed with new words and drink a glass of wine. The weather at this time of last year, the old pavilion is still there. But the sun is setting in front of me, and I don't know when I will come back.
In desperation, the spring flowers are falling. And the swallows that I saw last year have now flown back to their old nests. I couldn't help but wander melancholy on the flower-filled path in the small garden.
Things are always changing, and there is no eternity in life. Year after year, things are still people, but people are not. It's really "helpless flowers fall, déjà vu swallow returns".
From this poem, we realized that no matter the setbacks and failures, if there is no pursuit in life, everything will be lonely and melancholy, and only in the process of struggle can we experience the happiness of flow!
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