Qi Tianle Cicada
Huaiyin suddenly sent "Qing Shang Grievances", and it was vaguely heard. Write long complaints, dangerous strings are bitter, and the former dream is scarred and withered. Farewell to the injury. It's a few degrees of sunset, a few waning moons! In the blink of an eye, who does the west wind say to you? The light mustache still remembers the moving shadow, and the green moth should be jealous of me, and the temples are like snow. The branches are cold and frequent, the leaves are sparse and still hugging, and the autumn season is lonely? Poignantly. Gradually dusk, bricks and slabs are connected. The dew washes the remaining sorrows, and the twilight smoke is more swallowed.
The cicada in the word, like a gentle woman, or the embodiment of a woman in a previous life, is the embodiment of the mentality of the concubines of the ancient literati.
Under the shade of Huaiyin, a song "Qing Shang Resentment" suddenly played, with a melodious melody, as if telling endless sorrow. The voice, sometimes long and resentful, sometimes high-pitched like a complaint, seems to bring people's thoughts into that distant antiquity. What is revealed in the tune is a deep sadness and the pain of parting, as if seeing the parting scene under the sunset and waning moon, and feeling the indescribable grief.
With the flow of the notes, it seems that you can still see the woman's light dancing, the shadow between the hair, and the sorrow between the eyebrows. Her temples are like snow, as if she has witnessed the vicissitudes of time, but she still clings to the branches and is unwilling to let go. She stood alone in the autumn wind, facing this beautiful autumn day, but she could only feel endless desolation and loneliness.
As dusk approached, crickets began to chirp in the corner, and the sound was intertwined with the melody of "Qing Shang Resentment", adding a bit of sadness and poignant. The dew washed away the dust of the day, but it could not wash away the deep sorrow. In the twilight smoke, the voice became even lower, as if telling an old and sad story to the world.
The whole scene seems to be shrouded in a mournful atmosphere, whether it is the melody under the shade of the Huai or the figure of the woman, it makes people feel deep sadness and loneliness. This is a story about parting, about longing, about years, which makes people immersed in sadness, but also feels the fragility and preciousness of life.