At that time, I always felt that it was difficult, thinking that the sky would not be sunny and that I would not come again tomorrow.
But one day I suddenly looked back, and no matter how difficult the past was, it was only at that time.
Therefore, no matter how difficult the present is, it will become a thing of the past.
"Ode to the Ordinary Heart is the Way".
Song Wumen Huikai Zen Master
There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter.
If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.
Translation: Spring has a hundred flowers, and autumn has a full moon. There is a cool breeze in the summer, while there is snow in the winter.
If there are no worries in your heart to worry about, all year round is a good time in the world.
Auguste Rodin said: "There is no lack of beauty in life, only a lack of eyes to find it". Life is actually a "journey of discovery", whether you see it or not, beautiful things always grow silently and always happen quietly.
So, walk slowly, feel and cherish with your heart, and you will find that every moment is beautiful.
"Xijiang Moon: The World is a Big Dream".
Song Su Shi
The world is a big dream, and life is cool several times.
The wind leaves have been singing in the corridor at night, and you can see the eyebrows and temples.
The wine is often sad and there are few customers, and the moon is mostly disturbed by clouds.
Who shared the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and looked north sadly.
Translation: Everything in the world is like a big dream, and I don't know how many autumns my life has gone through. At night, the wind stirs the leaves and makes a sound that resounds through the cloister. Looking at himself, sorrow climbed into his brow, and white hair grew on his sideburns.
Wine is not good wine, and it is often worried because there are few customers; Although the moon is bright, it is mostly obscured by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I could only pick up my glass and look to the north.
The world is a big dream, and life is cool several times", in a word, the world has changed through many years.
Xijiang Moon: A Big Dream in the World" is completely different from the high mood of "Water Tune Song Head (When Will the Bright Moon)" also describe the Mid-Autumn Festival night. The mood in this word is very lonely, and it should be written when it was degraded to Huangzhou. The author expressed his loneliness and sorrow. It is hard to imagine that Su Shi, who is known for his boldness and freedom, also has such a tragic and graceful side.
"Linjiang Immortal, Night Dengxiao Pavilion Reminiscences of Luozhong Old Tour".
Song Chen and Yi
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge and drinking on the bridge, most of the people sitting in the middle were heroes.
The long ditch flows silently.
In the sparse shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
More than 20 years have been like a dream, although this body is shocking.
Idle in the small pavilion to see the new sunshine.
How many things have happened in ancient and modern times, and the fishery sang three watches.
Translation: Recalling the time when I drank at the noon bridge, all the people who sat down were heroes. The moonlight is reflected on the surface of the river, and as the river flows quietly, in the faint shadow of the apricot blossoms, the bamboo flute is blown until dawn. More than 20 years are like a dream, although I am here, looking back on the past but terrified. Boredom in the middle of the climb to the small attic** the scenery of the new rain and the beginning of the sun. How many historical deeds from the past and present are fleeting, and the fisherman who made them into songs still sings in the middle of the night.
In two decades, the country and the individual have changed. After experiencing the destruction of the country and the death of the family, the wars and the rest of their lives, the heroes who once chanted poetry and drank together are now scattered in all directions. The sense of life experience and the pain of family and country arise spontaneously. All the good things that were once gone with the light of day and will never be returned.
"Linjiang Immortal, Dream of the Tower's High Lock".
Song Yan said
After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up.
Last year, when the spring hatred came.
The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.
I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry.
The lutea strings say acacia.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.
Translation: When I woke up from a dream, I went to the empty building to be lonely and trapped, and I woke up drunk but saw that the door curtain was low and drooping. The sorrow of parting last spring happened to breed at this time. I think of standing alone in the withered flowers, and the swallows are flying in the drizzle.
I remember the first time I met the singer Apple, who was wearing a heart-to-heart scented Luo dress. Through the playing of the pipa, he tells his lovesickness. The moon is still there when we first met, and it has returned as a cloud-like apple.
Tan Xian's "Tan Commentary": "Falling Flowers" two sentences, famous sentences through the ages, can not have two. The last two sentences are just to see its softness.
Chen Tingzhuo's "Baiyuzhai Words": Xiaoshan words such as "When the hatred came in spring last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together". and "the bright moon was there at that time, and it was returned according to the clouds." It was both casual and calm, and it was even more invincible at that time.
Yu Qiyun's "Selected Interpretations of the Two Song Songs of the Five Tang Dynasties": The first two sentences recall the past and the present, and the third sentence is fused to say, the old love is not over, and it causes new sorrow.
"Huanxi Sha, Who Reads the West Wind and Cools Alone".
Ching Nalan Sex
Who reads the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huang Ye closes the window,
Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun.
was shocked by the wine, and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea
At that time, it was just ordinary.
Translation: The autumn wind blows, no one cares about my warmth and coldness, and I can't bear to see Xiao Xiao's yellow leaves and close the window. In the detached house, the sunset is obliquely shining, immersed in the memories of the past.
After being drunk, I fell asleep, and my wife paced softly for fear of disturbing my good dreams; Boudoir gambling game, full of tea. The beautiful happiness of the past was only the most ordinary at the time, but now it is different.
Nalan Xingde's wife died early, recalling the good times they had together in the past, those little things that they thought were just ordinary at the time, and they didn't care about it. And now I think about it, but it is the most beautiful and cherished past. Every time I think about it, it hurts him.
"Waves and Sands, Toast the East Wind".
Song Ouyang Xiu
Toast the east wind, and calmly.
Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city.
Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.
Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless.
This year's flowers are better than last year's red.
It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with?
Translation: Raise your glass and pray to the east wind, asking for some more time and not to leave in a hurry. The trail on the eastern outskirts of Luoyang City is already full of willow branches. Most of them were the places where we traveled together last year, and we swam all over the purple and red flowers together.
Suffering from the short reunion and separation of life, the regret of parting has been stirring in my heart for a long time. This year's bonus is better than last year's, and next year's flowers will definitely be even better, but I don't know who I visited with at that time.
Ouyang Xiu was playing alone in the spring, and he remembered the scene he had played with his friends last year. It's spring again, but he's the only one traveling alone. He lamented that life was "gathering and scattering in a hurry", and he couldn't help but think that next year's flowers would bloom better, and at that time, who would travel with him.
The scenery is still the same, and the face of the people is beyond recognition. It's a sad read.
Li Panlong's "Grass Hall Poetry Yu Jun": "It means from 'I will know who is healthy next year'. ”
Shen Jifei's "Grass Hall Poems Yu Zheng Collection": "The last three sentences, although they contain little implication, are still love words.
"Day and Night Music: Cave Room Remembers the First Encounter".
Song Yoo Yong
The cave house remembers the first encounter. It is only together, and they are together.
When will the small meeting be happy, and it will turn into a parting feeling.
The situation is in the twilight of spring.
To the eyes, the flowers are crazy.
I'm afraid of the good scenery, and I will go back with Yi.
A loneliness by whom. Count the preface, always light burden.
I knew that it was difficult to fight, and I regretted that I didn't keep it properly.
Its Nai is upright and upright, and it is even more different, and it is the heart of the people.
I don't think about it for a day, but I also save my eyebrows.
Translation: I remember the first time we met in the cave room, and I felt that we should be together forever. Who knew that this short tryst would turn into the last love before separation, and it happened to be in the twilight of the year. Looking at the catkins that were fluttering all over his eyes, he panicked that this beautiful spring light had dissipated with his departure.
A love affair is lonely in the end, who can you tell it? Thinking of the previous vows, they were all easily disappointed. I knew it was so uncomfortable, and I regretted that I didn't keep him in the first place. In addition to his good looks, he also has something to think about. I don't want him to frown a thousand times a day, let alone miss him?
A short and beautiful love will be forgotten for a lifetime.
Jin Jicang in "Detailed Explanation of 100 Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties": "This poem is to express a **, the nostalgia for her husband after the newlywed parting. ”
"The Wind Enters the Song, Listens to the Wind and Listens to the Rain Over the Qingming".
Song Wu Wenying
Listen to the wind and rain and pass the Qingming. Sorrowful grass and flowers.
The green and dark in front of the building are divided into roads, a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness.
The cold wine in the spring is mixed with the warbler of the dawn dream.
The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine.
The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and there was a fragrance of the slender hands at that time.
The melancholy twin mandarin ducks are not there, and the secluded steps are mossy overnight.
Translation: Listening to the sound of the bitter wind and rain, I live alone and lonely. After burying the fallen flowers everywhere, I drafted the inscription of the funeral flowers with sorrow. In front of the building, there is a dense green shade. Every strand of willow silk carries a bit of tenderness. In the cold spring, I drank wine alone, wanting to reunite with the beautiful woman through a dream, but I was awakened by a warbler.
The pavilions and woods in the West Garden, I send someone to clean them every day, and I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new sunshine. Bees pounce on the swings you've swung, the ropes and the scent you've left behind. How sad and sad I am, your shadow has always been unheard. On the lonely staircase, the moss that grew overnight was already green.
The West Garden is the residence of Wu Wenying and her lover, and the two also broke up here, so the West Garden is both a beautiful past and a place of parting sadness in the author's heart. Wu Wenying often mentions this place in his words, which shows that this place is really a place where his dreams haunt.
"Magnolia Pond Water Green Wind Slightly Warm".
Song Yanshu
The pond water is green and the wind is slightly warm, and I remember the first time Yu Zhen met.
The heavy song rhyme sounded loudly, and the waist was red and swirling in the broken dance.
The jade hook is on the side of the incense steps, and I don't know the day and night when I am drunk.
At that time, I admired the flowers, and now there is no half of the inspection.
Translation: The pond in the garden is full of blue waves, and the breeze brings light warmth; I remember meeting that jade beauty for the first time here. At the banquet, she sang overlapping lyrics, and her singing voice was like a jade. She danced her waist with the rapid song of the break, and the red dress swirled.
Now beside the white jade curtain hook and gate and the steps that exuded the fragrance of falling flowers, I was so drunk that before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west, and it was getting late. The people who enjoyed the singing and dancing of the beauties with me at that time have long since passed away and will never be seen again.
Life is short, the scenery is still the same, but things have long been different. It makes people sigh when they read it.
"Bodhisattva Man, Now I Remember Jiangnan Music".
Five generations of Wei Zhuang
Now I remember Jiang Nanle, when I was young and thin.
Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves.
Cuiping gold bends, drunk into the flowers.
This time I saw the flower branches, and I swore that I would not return.
Translation: I only now recall the benefits of Jiangnan, when I was young and romantic, with a fluttering spring shirt and a graceful demeanor. I rode a big horse, leaned against a small bridge, and all the women in the building were overwhelmed by my heroic appearance.
The boudoir barrier twists and turns, and it hides the depths, and that's where I get drunk and sleep in the flowers. Now, if I can have the same situation as I did back then, I will never want to come back even if I go to Baitou.
Qing Tan Xian: "'Now I remember Jiangnan music', it is a half-face language, and the second half of the words are exhausted, but the four words of 'remembering' and 'this degree' are golden needles. (Tan Commentary, "Word Discrimination", Vol. 1).
Qing Chen Tingzhuo: "Self-appreciation, decisive words, is the poignant language." (Bai Yuzhai Commentary).
Modern Li Bingruo: "These two songs are good words, and their beauty is like hibiscus out of the water, which is natural and beautiful." According to Wei Zeng's second trip to Jiangnan, this may be done at the time of neutralization, and has nothing to do with entering Shu. Zhang's "Selected Words" is good for the association, and his words are not enough. (The Legend of the Zhuang).