Poetry is a concise literary form, subtle and full of artistic conception, and does not go into length. Even the poems of Gu Yuefu only tell a short story, and will not tell the past and future lives of people like ** and scripts.
Therefore, poems need to be tasted with heart, and readers can freely use their imagination in the reading process, expand their thinking space, and then find their own answers.
is like Su Dongpo's "Title West Forest Wall": I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain.
What you read from this poem is what it is, unlike **, the author always subconsciously instills ideas in people, and tries to compromise with the reader and recognize his own ideas.
At the same time, the poems do not embellish the details, giving people the illusion of perfection, or in other words, the content form of the poems is more direct, more cruel, and goes straight to the hearts of the people, without going around in circles at all.
For example, Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream": the spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry at night, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.
This is a poem about the scene, but if you read it when you are in a low mood, you will have a sense of endless loneliness, and then torture yourself.
I think everyone will have the same feeling when they read Du Fu's "Boundless Falling Trees and Xiao Xiao, Endless Yangtze River Rolling", sad and depressing.
So you will ask yourself, why am I so sad about these 14 words?
Is our feelings too fragile, or is the mood presented in the poem falling vertically in our hearts? I think it's the latter.
That's probably the charm of poetry, you can always be touched by the simple arrangement of words, think about your own chicken feather life, think about the beautiful artistic conception in the poem, this gap will make us chase that beam of light, trying to rehabilitate the years that are in a hurry.
At the very least, we have to live a meaningful life in this life.
Where is the spring rising, and take a cup before the flowers.
Ask Huahua all day long, for whom it is scattered and for whom it will bloom.
Yan Yun "Falling Flowers".
There are very few records about Yan Yun in the history books, only that he is a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and he has been promoted to the rank of scholar more than ten times but has not been hit, so he returned to Wuxing.
Du Mu is a good friend with him, and once praised his "Falling Flowers", which is also the only surviving poem in Yan Yun's life.
At the same time, Pi Rixiu and Tortoise Meng also admired Yan Yun's poetry and talent, and deliberately visited him. When Yan Yun died in 870, Pi Rixiu and Tortoise Meng both had poems to pay tribute to.
Pi Rixiu called Yan Yun's poems: work in seven characters, often clear and soft, sometimes shocking to the usual track.
Let's take a detailed look at the only remaining poem written by Yan Yun.
The gist of the poem can be interpreted as:
The soft and beautiful spring light does not know where to go, as if it is always very short, only among the flowers to raise a glass and ask for the news of the spring of the flowers;
However, asking Huahua is silent, maybe even it doesn't know who the flowers are blooming for, and for whom they are thanking, secretly sad.
The theme of Yan Yun's poem is to cherish spring and hurt spring, lamenting that the years are rushing and the years are fleeting. At the same time, the poet personifies the flowers, incorporating more emotions and making the whole poem more profound and subtle to read.
Spring is soft, everything is revived, full of vitality and vitality, and when a hundred flowers bloom, it is even more charming in the world. But the more beautiful the time, the more difficult it is to keep, so you can only cherish it.
Where is the spring rising, and take a cup before the flowers.
At the beginning of the sentence, the poet set the tone, in the face of the imminent spring drunken drink, when he was slightly drunk, he asked the flowers, spring leaves from here, and will it go **?
Naturally, the flowers do not answer, so the poet is only talking to himself, secretly melancholy. As the song goes: Where has all the time gone?
Ask Huahua all day long, for whom it is scattered and for whom it will bloom.
In the last two sentences, the poet begins to cherish the flowers again, and there is not a single word mentioning loneliness, but every word is lonely. Flowers bloom and fall no one appreciates, let themselves drift away, spring is fleeting, and the people who once accompanied them are in **?
The poet's series of questions deeply reveal his nostalgia for the past, and long memories pour into his heart, and only a glass of turbid wine can relieve his sorrows.
The poet said "ask the flowers all day long", indicating that this kind of sorrow has been coming for a long time, from the flowers to the flowers, although reluctant to leave the spring, but in the heart, the seasons have changed, which is the poet's helplessness.
Looking at Yan Yun's poem, there is a faint melancholy, there is no narrative, but I feel that it tells a very tortuous story. Words are still inexhaustible, words can't come out, maybe some words can only be swallowed slowly, slowly consumed in time, and then find an outlet.