Yes, it is a new cool autumn or a cool autumn

It's "but it's cool and autumn".

is from the Southern Song Dynasty lyricist Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave". The full text is as follows:

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.

About author:Xin Qiji (1140 1207), a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. The original word Tanfu, because he was weak and sick when he was young, so he changed the word You'an, and the middle-aged name lived in Jiaxuan, so he called himself "Jiaxuan Jushi".

Han nationality, Licheng (now Sifengzha Village, Yaoqiang Town, Licheng District, Jinan City, Shandong Province). There are more than 600 lyrics of Xin Qi's disease. Strong patriotism and fighting spirit are the basic ideological content of Xin Ci.

He was a great lyricist, patriot, military strategist and statesman in the history of our country.

It's "But it's cool and autumn", this sentence comes from Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave".

The Ugly Slave Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

It expresses a contradictory state of interweaving reason and emotion. As the years go by, the pain or deep sorrow, hardship or helplessness land on your shoulders, the sorrow and bitterness are like a fish in the throat, want to vent, want to break free, want to escape, everything is impossible.

At least it can be heartfelt, and the heart that will be soaked in bitter water and melted but still sharp will be held out, hoping for the pity or regret of others, even the slightest hint of comfort. But no one was pityed or comforted.

Title of the work] Ugly slaves, young people don't know the taste of sorrow.

Created in] Southern Song Dynasty.

Author's Name] Xin Qiji.

Genre] word.

Ugly slave. The middle wall of the Shubo Mountain Road.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor.

Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it.

I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Appreciation of Song Ci Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave." The middle wall of the Shubo Mountain Road reads aloud with teeth and claws.

But the weather is cool and the autumn is full of poems:The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn. The title of the poem is "The Middle Wall of the Ugly Slave Bookbo Mountain Road".

"The Middle Wall of the Mountain Road" is a poem written by the Song Dynasty lyricist Xin Qiji. This word is full of sorrow, the first film depicts the young man who is not deeply involved in the world but pretends to be deep, and the next film writes the depression full of sorrow but nowhere to confide, through the contrast between the "youth" and "now", it expresses the author's pain of being suppressed, excluded, and having no way to serve the country.

Vernacular translation:When I was a teenager, I didn't know what sorrow was, and I liked to climb tall buildings when I was free. I like to climb tall buildings, and I have to reluctantly say that I have no worries about writing new words.

Now I have tasted sorrow, and I want to talk about sorrow but not sorrow. I want to say sad but don't say sad, but I say, "The weather is cool and it's a good autumn!" ”

But the weather is cool and autumn" means: but said: "What a cool autumn!" ”

This sentence comes from the Song Dynasty Xin Sanjian abandonment of the disease "Ugly Slave Er Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" digging pants, the original text of the whole loose fiber poem is as follows: The young man does not know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

The weather is unpredictable and you need to pay attention to your body.

But the meaning of saying that the weather is cool and autumn is good, but it is said that it is a cool autumn!

This poem comes from the Southern Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji's "Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall". This poem was written after the author was deposed, and the word "sorrow" runs through the whole text, expressing the author's grief and indignation that he has no way to serve the country.

The original text is as follows: The ugly slave fights the middle wall of the Shubo Mountain Road.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to take it away. I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

The translation is as follows: When people are young, they do not know the taste of sorrow, but they like to climb high and look far away.

I like to climb high and look far away, and I can't help but say that I am worried about writing a new poem.

Now I have tasted all the sorrows, and I want to say but I can't say it.

I want to say it but I can't say it, but I say it's a cool and stupid autumn!

Meaning: I want to say it but I can't say it. But it was a cool autumn!

Source: "Ugly Slave - Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

Original:

The Ugly Slave Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

Author] Xin Qiji [Dynasty].

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.

Translation:When people are young, they don't know the taste of sorrow, they like to climb high and look far away, they like to climb high and look far away, and they reluctantly say that they are sad to write a new poem.

Now I have tasted all the sorrows, and I want to say but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. But it was a cool autumn!