The rainy days have been going on, and there are always sad things in autumn. I cry a while when I think about it, I feel so annoyed.
The corn has been ripe for a long time, no one comes to harvest it, and its long and decay leaves hang. The grass is as green as spring, why does the rape flowers bloom at this time, tender yellow and slightly cold? The cows, either lying or standing, as leisurely as floating clouds, don’t care about spring and autumn , don’t care about the coming and going of the train.
Apples bear in the orchard, birch grows by the stream, and wild grass grows on the earth. They don't go anywhere, they have the heaven, earth, sun and moon, morning, dusk and all the four seasons, they have no love or fear, and existence is the truth.
There is no world in the night rain. The lights were on in the room, and people were dreaming under the lights. The smiles of the old couple downstairs were blurred like echoing in the dream through the floor and walls. In the darkness, the train rumbled away. I went to the kitchen to drink water in the middle of the night. Through the sloping glass skylight, I saw the stars, which were as bright as lily .
Wake up in the morning, and it was the sound of drizzling rain again. During breakfast, a group of birds were like black lightning, passing through the sky outside the balcony, followed by another group, another group. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, migrating birds are changing in formation, and they all fly fast, and the last one is particularly difficult to fly.
Walking alone on the road, without a schedule, without a name, meets all things in the world. The pine forest is silent, the light and shadow flow, my breath is heavy, my footsteps are roaring, and my own existence is even stranger than this forest.
A lake is raised by your side, and the green mountains on the other side meet each other day. The people in the town are peaceful and the years are peaceful. If you settle here, you will live here forever? No, I still can't stop, I can't let death catch up, let it continue to guess my age.
"The Journey" Three Books
It's over Chongyang again
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" Xie Xinen "
( Southern Tang ) Li Yu
Random autumn light cannot be kept, the steps are full of red leaves.
is too heavy again, the place where the terrace is climbing, dogwood fragrant pendant.
Purple chrysanthemums float in the courtyard, and the evening smoke is covered with drizzle.
Yongyong's new geese swallowed coldly, and their sorrow and hatred were similar every year.
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Check the calendar and found out that yesterday was Double Ninth Festival and it was over. I don’t realize I missed anything. It doesn’t matter if the weather is good. If it’s good, you can climb up the mountain and see the scenery. As for inserting dogwood and drinking chrysanthemum wine, they are all legendary customs.
The autumn scenery is beautiful. Even if it rains, standing on the balcony, you can enjoy a few black slabs in the back garden. Two or three white birch trees are red, orange, yellow and green, and are colorful and pleasing to the eye. However, I felt a little uneasy and felt the cruelty of beauty. The trees were blown by the west wind, the leaves were shaking, staggering, and struggling in the wind and rain.
This is the confrontation between life and death. "The autumn light cannot be kept." The autumn light flows slowly, and it seems to be very slow, but it cannot be kept. Without a few storms, the branches suddenly became gloomy.
"The red leaves are all over the steps", the red leaves are beautiful, if you have free time, you can enjoy it, such as Du Mu's "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, frost leaves are redder than February flowers ". The latter lord was imprisoned at this time, so he did not feel this mood. All he saw was withering. He still loves this autumn scenery, but he can't stand loneliness. The red leaves on the steps are more lonely than the red leaves on the ground. No one came, and it has been a long time since the red leaves fell on the steps. "Down" is the evening of the sun, the evening of the year is also the evening of life. The next rumbling sound of "Down", suddenly felt the years were dreary, and life and death were rushing.
It’s past Chongyang again. After half of my life, I often sighed "Yes": it's spring and flowers blooming again, it's summer again, it's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and it's Double Ninth Festival again, and in a blink of an eye, another year has passed. "Yes again", time passes so quickly, it seems to have nothing to do with people. Not only is the flowing light likely to throw people away, but people are also stranded outside the flowing light or part ways with the flowing light. Do you remember, or you may not have passed, the Double Ninth Festival will come from here.
However, you know, you remember, you miss the past, those Double Ninth Festivals. "Where you climb the terrace, the dogwood fragrance pendant." It is still difficult to comfort yourself by climbing high. It is much lonely than when you first left your hometown. Wang Wei still has relatives to remember, and you can also reunite with them in the imagination of "one person is less than the dogwood that you can insert everywhere." The country and the family were destroyed, and even if they imagined, they had no place to rely on it. In front of the body, the body was slim. The scenery is now bleak, and the strong fragrance of dogwood has withered and fallen."Scented Pendant" may be detached into a sachet, that is, wearing a dogwood sachet and thinking about it in the air.
"The purple chrysanthemum scent floats in the courtyard, and the evening smoke is covered with drizzle." The purple chrysanthemum smell is fragrant and slightly bitter, and it floats in the courtyard. The chrysanthemums bloom on the Double Ninth Festival, and the purple chrysanthemums are even more mysterious. How many memories and thoughts are stored in the fragrance. The sky is getting late, the dusk is shrouded, and the drizzle is misty.
At this time, I heard the sound of geese, "Yongyong's new geese swallowed coldly", the geese roared and roared together, flying through the sky. The sound of the throbbing made him feel lonely and colder. The geese are new geese, and the people are old people. "Sorrow and hatred are similar every year." On this Double Ninth Festival, old hatred and new sorrow are not the first time, how many more times are there?
Southern Song Anonymous "Autumn Sketches of Willow Ponds"
When the yellow chrysanthemum blooms, it hurts to gather and disperse
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" Butterfly Loves Flowers "
(Song Dynasty) Yan Jidao
When the yellow chrysanthemum blooms, it was remembered before the flowers, and I said my deep wishes.
See Kim Young again but never see him, and I miss you all night longing for a long time.
The ribbons are all in one's heart, and the ribbons are easy to form a pair, and people hate each other in the evening.
If you want to write a colorful note, don’t complain, but the tears have already been filled with the book.
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There are many varieties of chrysanthemums, including yellow, purple, red, pink, snow-green, green, ink, etc., and in the shapes, there are single petals, double petals, flat petals, spherical petals, flat petals, roll petals, long petals, short petals, etc. Different colors and shapes give people different feelings. Huang Chao 's " Ode to Chrysanthemums" says: "The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor." The yellow chrysanthemums are compared to golden armor. The poems are vivid and powerful, and also show his ambition.
Yan Jidao's lyrics "Butterfly Love Flower" also describe Huang Ju, which sings the feelings of children. "When the yellow chrysanthemum blooms, I remember the gathering and dispersing. I once remembered the flowers and said my deep wishes." Many people today like these words and sentences because they are simple and tactful, just like popular songs. Regardless of the artistic conception, they can easily resonate when read. The first few sentences of
have no profound meaning and no comments. When the yellow chrysanthemum blooms, it is nothing more than touching the scenery to bring emotions, because a vow was made in front of the flowers. The deep wishes are shared, which shows that the true heart is undoubtedly true. However, the validity period of all vows is only at that moment. If they are fulfilled later, it is probably accidental. Not fulfilling it may not be a joke, a wish that has not been realized. On the contrary, you will live tenaciously.
, I see Kim Young again this time, and the wish before Hua Hua was heard again. Even though people have not seen it, wouldn’t it mean that they have already seen it? When a person is missed, he knows or doesn’t know, and is already in the arms of the person who misses. "Lovesickness for a night is far away." I don't know what night tonight. When I dreamed of dawn, my thoughts have become a different world.
"The robin has a heart of leisure and is full of leisure, and it is easy to form a pair, and people hate it in the evening." The robin has a heart of leisure and is full of leisure and is full of leisure, and the word "手机" is delicious, sweet and bitter. People today have a common mind, although the form is different from that of the ancients, but their intentions are no different, whether it is an engagement ring or a lock locked on a bridge railing or a cliff. The locks are beautiful, exquisite and stylish. The locks are engraved with the names of two people, a heart is engraved in the middle, and some are also dated. Every time I see the concentric lock, I can't help but wonder if those couples are still together, and if they have already separated, there is nothing to regret. What's poor is that these locks, I know nothing and are still locked here.
"If you want to write colorful notes, don't complain, but the tears are already full of your writing." Yan Jidao's poem, compared with the father's poem Yan Shu's , the realm is obviously not broad enough. Words are expensive to develop and clear, avoid being stagnant, and avoid being straight. Xiaoshan's words are often straightforward and written too much, and the meaning is full and endless. Although the words are beautiful, there is no end to the charm. The last two sentences compare Yan Shu's "If you want to send colorful notes and a ruler, where do you know where you know how to go long and wide the mountains and rivers are wide?" Not only does it mean that "the tears are already full of writing" is prose, but "the mountains and rivers are wide and wide the mountains and rivers are wide and where you know how to go long and wide the mountains and rivers are wide and the poem is.
Southern Song Anonymous "Qiuting Water Fowl Picture"
Just before going to bed, I dreamed of you
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"The Fairy of Heaven"
(late Tang Dynasty) Weizhuang
Toad Color Frost and Flowering Night,
0 Smell the sound of the wild pillow outside the sky,
scent of the pillow,
embroidered quilt, cold and lazy and heavy.
People are silent, leaves are everywhere,
dreams of you before going to bed.
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In the late autumn night, the moon is bright and the ground is covered with frost. It is also on a similar quiet night. Li Bai chants " The bright moonlight in front of the bed , it is suspected that it is frost on the ground."The coldness of the autumn night and the bright moon made Li Bai mistakenly regard the moonlight as frost. In Wei Zhuang's poems, there are moonlight and white frost, which shine together. "The toad color and frost are not separated at night", which is such a good night.
"The sound of geese outside the sky is heard on the pillow", which describes people. The night is quiet, the toad color and frost are condensed into one, and people must be alone in the boudoir, so that they can have such clear awareness. The sound of geese outside the sky, imagine how frightened she will be when she hears it, and how lost she will be.
The geese brings a distant time and space, which evokes her thousands of thoughts. Year after year, there is no news about him. "The fragrance of embroidered quilts is cold and lazy and heavy". Lovesickness makes people grow old, and what is older than people is lovesickness. If you wait without waiting, your heart is also sad I was too lazy to be fucked again.
After the geese, everything was silent, the leaves fell, and the night was getting deeper. "I just fell asleep before I fell asleep, but my feelings fell into my heart and fell into my dream. "I dreamed of you again, but I was still like the past, or I dreamed of you again. The last sentence of
was ups and downs, unexpectedly, the whole poem small order , and several sentences were separated and merged, as if it was false. Just as the fourth chapter of Jin Shengtan commented on " West Chamber ": "After the first fifteen chapters were finished, I suddenly saw that the article "Shocking Dream", and I was so surprised that a big article was closed like this, making the smoke and waves endless. "
Dreams are not gone, and people are not going back. Dreams are sent but love is not going to be done. What can you do?
Written by Sanshu
Edited by Zhang Jin Shenlu
Proofreading/Wu Xingfa
