Song sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
Jiang Yu is decadent, Qi Shan is empty and rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The whole building is raining, but it's raining all over the sky. But the night rain lies in the middle of the night listening to the storm and rain, and you Yan Bai Yuzhu jumps off the boat. It's nice to know that it has been raining in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rainy mountain. The cold rain entered the Wu pavilion at night, the shower stopped dancing at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind was blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy. Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain. The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? 6? 1 Listening to the Rain Jie Jiang Youth Listening to the Rain Song upstairs, red candles are confusing. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk. This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and grass frogs are everywhere in the pond? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1 There are also tears floating down her sad white face, pear blossoms, a rainy spring, hate clouds and sorrow, and Jiangnan is also called beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital"-Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. It's a new summer in the sound of cuckoos —— Song Luyou's poem "Early Summer" and "Autumn" —— I'm facing them in this villa, drinking my wine —— Tang Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Villa Farewell to the Minister" In August, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs ——— Tang Du Fu's "The Hut was Broken by Autumn Wind", with red candles painted with cold screens. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. Su Shi's "Water Tune" Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. -Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" The moon is in the sky and the sky is bright-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance" and heaven remains our neighbourhood and Jiang Qingyue are close to people. Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor. -Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" is a lonely sail, only looking at the Yangtze River. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-There is a poem of "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold. -the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed. -Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village. -Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan. -Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" wetted his clothes with "flowers" and his face was not cold. On the second day, the lotus leaves in Zhinan and Shangshang are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun. Yang Wanli's "Morning Send the Woods to Fangfang in Jingci Temple", the rice fragrance says that there is a good harvest, and frogs croak. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower, and there is nowhere to be found. Song-Yang
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Author1036-11kloc-0/,Zi Zi Zhan,No. Dongpo Jushi. Meishan (now Sichuan) people. Song Renzong, who was admitted to the Jinshi Examination, once knew Mizhou, Xuzhou, Huzhou, Yingzhou, Hangzhou and other places, and the officials were ministers of rites. My life has experienced ups and downs: during Zongshen's reign, I demoted Huangzhou on the charge of "writing poems to slander the court"; During the reign of Zhezong, he was banished to Huizhou and Danzhou for the crime of "ridiculing the imperial court for writing". A pawn is Wen Zhong. He is the most famous litterateur in Song Dynasty, and his poems, words and essays are unique. His words are bold and broad, and stand out from the crowd, which is different from the traditional style of flower words. He also introduced poetry into Ci, opened up the realm of Ci, praised the style of Ci, and made many innovations in the field of Ci in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Note (1) Also known as Jiang Shenzi. Double tones, 70 characters, flat and even rhymes. ② Mao Yi: Xining eight years (1075).
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Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative. This eulogy expresses the author's yearning for his dead wife through various artistic expressions such as frustration, combination of reality and fiction, and narrative sketches. While mourning for his dead wife, he also expressed his feelings about his life experience, thus profoundly and sincerely expressing the feelings between husband and wife, which made people sigh after reading it.
When writing this word, the author wrote it when he was in Michigan. At that time, Su Shi's career was full of ups and downs, running south and north, and his mood was very old. At this time, I naturally miss his husband and wife who share weal and woe. /kloc-at the age of 0/9, the author married Wang Fu of this county and left Sichuan to embark on a career. The couple love each other and respect each other like guests. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in Zuying, his hometown in Sichuan. The living and the dead are separated forever, but the emotional ties are knotted and exist forever. With the helplessness of life and death in this decade.
The phrase "never forget" seems ordinary, but it is heartfelt and sincere. Life and death meet, yin and yang are isolated, but they can't forget. This deep-rooted feeling is hard to shake off. Because when the author reaches middle age, he expresses a normal relationship between husband and wife, just like daily life, which is bland, yet light and eternal, and long and intimate. It can show eternal love. Behind "the lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to talk." Inherited the previous life and death, but also sad and helpless. It seems to make you feel the lonely grave thousands of miles away, and the bleak scenery of the autumn wind whistling all over the sky.
The author returned to reality and thought that even if he saw his first wife again, his wife, who was so old and depressed, would not recognize him. The conversation turned to the author's dream. In my hometown, Wang Fu in my dream is "Xiao Xuan window, dressing up", just like a young woman who got married soon, with a beautiful image, bringing out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. But the changes in the world in the past decade, especially the psychological trauma, are obvious to both sides. Facing each other, I don't know what to say, but I let my tears flow.
The last paragraph "is expected to be heartbroken every year, moonlit and short matsuoka." This is an exclamation of reality. Only the moonlit night and the short Matsuoka are real, mourning and mourning for the years.