The beauty of spring is in the green grass that has just broken through the soil, the beauty is in the scorching peach blossoms, and the beauty is in the weeping willows that are constantly twisting their waists in the spring breeze. The willow tree in the spring breeze, "jasper is made into a tree high", and the spring breeze is tender and willowy, and the beauty is intoxicating. When people go out to enjoy spring, they can't help but linger at the willow trees.
The literati and writers have an incomprehensible affection for the willow tree, and they enjoy the willows in the spring, and they are separated from their friends on the willow bank outside the long pavilion, leaving countless moving stories.
Liu Yuxi walked on the willow bank of the Qujiang River in spring and wrote a poem "Willow Branch Words".
Qingjiang is a thousand willows, and the old Banqiao was twenty years ago.Recalling the picture of you and me meeting on the old Banqiao 20 years ago, when there was a song of Qingjiang water, in front of thousands of wickers swaying in the wind.I once said goodbye to the beauty bridge, and I hate that there is no news until now.
At that time, it was on this bridge, you and I were separated, and now after so many years, there is still no news of you.
On a spring morning, the poet came to the Banqiao on the bank of the Qujiang River and remembered his former lover. Recalling the past, I vaguely remember that it was a beautiful spring, on the bank of the Qujiang River, thousands of weeping willows brushed on the cheeks, and the scenery at that time was so beautiful.
A river is crooked, sparkling, and the spring water of the willows has witnessed the parting of the two.
Banqiao is the Banqiao in the west of Kaifeng City in the Tang Dynasty, and the poet and his lover are separated on the Banqiao. After a lapse of 20 years, I came to a separate place again and revisited the old place.
Although it is still spring at this time, it is still a spring day with willows and willows, and the fragrance of water and flowers, but when I come here again, I can't arouse the poet's interest in appreciating.
The place of separation is a sad place, and it is also a place that is difficult to see. After 20 years of separation, the Qingjiang River is still flowing, and the Banqiao is still the same as those few planks, vaguely the same as 20 years ago. But after all, the situation has changed, 20 years, more than 7,300 days and nights, what makes people admire is the touching love story on Banqiao.
After such a long time, the board bridge has been cold and dilapidated, but the story on the bridge has been depicted by the poet's wonderful pen.
Although Banqiao has been eroded and scarred by wind and rain for so many years, the years still can't get rid of the poet's loyalty to love and the pious waiting for the beauty.
The waiting of the infatuated people, there is a story of the tail life hugging the pillar in ancient China. Legend has it that Osheng and the woman agreed to meet at the bridge, and after a long time, the woman did not arrive, and the male died holding the pillar. The death of the pillar at the end is a commitment to the covenant and a thrilling love tragedy.
Liu Yuxi's Banqiao parting is not a tragedy of love, and the picture of the past meeting is forever fixed on the Banqiao with green willows fluttering and rippling blue water.
The poet came to this spring-filled Banqiao again today, the years are ruthless, the reality is even more ruthless, the familiar picture is no longer the shadow of the Yiren, how can people not be sad?
Bai Juyi also has a similar poem "Banqiao Road Cloud": "Twenty miles west of Liangyuan City, there are thousands of willows in a canal of spring water. If this road is recrossed, the old Banqiao fifteen years ago. Zeng Gongyuyan said goodbye on the bridge, hating no news to this day. The same artistic conception and similar poetry are all expressions of the love of amorous people, and sincere feelings also move readers.
How much love, how much regret, how much style, stay on the willow bank, stay on the dilapidated banqiao. An amorous, infatuated poet leaves an affectionate poem.
Bai Juyi's new and clever poem, playing the piano in the twilight of spring, is difficult to transcend the outside world.