I want to put my heart into Yaozheng. There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings

That is to say, this person has something on his mind, so he talks about Yaoqin Guzheng with feelings, but there are very few people who can understand, and suddenly one day the strings are broken, and no one knows and no one wants to listen, the metaphor is very lonely. Broken strings also mean widowhood.

Bosom friends are hard to find, see if you are a bosom friend, if you can naturally hear her (his) off-string sound, read her thoughts, at least he (she) has a good impression of you, otherwise he will not hint at you so much. It is advisable to chase her (him).

Of course, if your friend is a pure book lover and likes this kind of sentence, that's a different story.

If it is the person who makes your heart move, he (she) must be testing whether you understand what he (she) thinks in his (her) heart, whether there is a common language between you, I once wrote this sentence on paper and asked a person which poem Yue Fei came from, but unfortunately he didn't say it, and he didn't blame him, not everyone has read this poem, and not everyone can be a bosom friend.

One night, I woke up to the sound of insects. It's cold weather again, when can we recover the rivers and mountains, and when can we return home victorious? How much sorrow came up in my heart.

However, there are many, many people who don't understand his hard work, and many, many people are reluctant to live in peace. Thinking of this, I sighed with emotion, and wanted to use the yaoqin to express my thoughts, but even if the strings were broken, those people would not understand.

I want to pass my heart by playing the piano for entertainment. But there are very few soulmates who understand themselves, and even if the strings are broken, who will listen? It expresses the author's desire to relieve the worries of the people, but he is frustrated because he does not have many soulmates, and at the same time he is resentful of the bureaucracy for not being considerate of the people.

This was written by Yue Fei. I think the meaning is that Yue Fei felt helpless and sad because no one paid attention to his enthusiasm to resist the enemy and serve the country.

I don't see the ancients before, I don't see the people who come after, I think of the world and the world, and I cry alone.

Xiao Chongshan, last night's cold stinger couldn't stop singing.

Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing. Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches. Get up and walk around the stairs alone. People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

The white head is famous. The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey. I want to put my heart into Yaoqin. There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings.

If you want to complain about your troubles, you will be able to break it and no one will hear it.

The following link is from Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain".

Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing.

Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches.

Get up and walk around the stairs alone.

People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

The white head is famous.

The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey.

I want to put my heart into Yaoqin.

There are few bosom friends, and who listens to broken strings.

Mo can complain bitterly about being small, recalling the past, and turning his head white.

The fugue hometown sighs sadly, the bronze finch is difficult, and Feng Liqing wants to do it?

And let the night drink Du Kang, drunk, the lonely lamp to the moon.