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Qingyu case: Yuan Xi.

Song Xin gave up the disease.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Xin Qiji's song "Qingyu Case Yuan Xi" of "Thousands of Trees Blooming on the East Wind Night" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is often considered a "love word" for the graceful school, describing a feeling of regret for meeting a sweetheart for a long time. In particular, the sentence "looking for a thousand others in the crowd" makes people think of the long and arduous search for the lover of their dreams.

At first glance, the last four sentences give people the artistic conception of "stepping on iron shoes" and a hint of relief at an unexpected encounter. Is that the case?

Did Xin Lao really see love at first sight in his life and write this word? I am more convinced that the answer is no. I believe that here, what Xin Lao wants to say is the ambition he has been pursuing, just like everyone's lover, like the "dark fragrance" on the night of Yuan Xi, it was once such a beautiful thing, so that he could find it for a thousand years.

Until one day, he "suddenly looked back" and made a new discovery. "Looking for a thousand others" is a kind of artistic conception, a kind of dripping situation after hard work. The "he" in the sentence is a person, not a person.

It is human because "he" points out an image that makes you feel that it is real, that it is happening in life, that it is alive and well. It is not human, because "he" also means a sentiment, a spiritual pursuit, which is higher than the material life. Reading this sentence in this way is not only catchy and contextual, but even better, lyrical in an unusually simple way - when everyone reads it, "he" is different.

I understand "suddenly looking back" as similar to the epiphany in Zen Buddhism, a kind of spiritual enlightenment, because Xin Lao began to appreciate that "him" from a completely different perspective! So immediately afterward, he naturally got a different understanding: the man was in the dim light.

The person responded to the "he" in the previous sentence, and the "Lights and Lights" responded to the flowers, trees, stars, and showers and phoenix flutes and jade pots in the previous film. The whole poem is integrated, and it expresses a sense of melancholy in a majestic manner. Let's read the poem again.

There are two completely different situations up and down: the hustle and bustle of Yuan Xi and the dim lights of him. He is Xin Lao himself, and Xin Lao himself is standing in the lamplight.

Feelings: Part 1

Shin Shin this business is a festive season.

Who knows that the forest dwellers sit and enjoy each other when they hear the wind.

Plants and trees have their own hearts, [Comment]:

This poem is the first of the twelve poems of "Feelings" written by Zhang Jiuling after being slandered and belittled. The poem borrows things to rise, from the Langui, expressing the poet's lonely self-appreciation, high integrity, and not seeking to quote the emotion.

At the beginning of the poem, neat even sentences are used to counterpoint the characteristics of infinite vitality and elegance and purity. In three or four sentences, it is written that Langui is full of vitality but is glorious but not flattering, and does not seek the quality of being known. The first half of the poem is written about Lan Gui, not about people.

The fifth and sixth sentences use "who knows" to lead to the hermit in the mountains who is in the same tone as Lan Gui. The last two sentences point out the feelings of unintentional competition with things.

On the one hand, the whole poem expresses the tranquil and detached bosom, and on the other hand, the mood of worry and fear of disaster is also faintly visible. The poem responds to the grass and trees, the purpose is profound, and behind the songs, it contains the philosophy of life. Why do you want a beauty to fold?

Tang poems: Zhang Ruoxu, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies long and the light is not excessive, the fish dragon.

Dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog.

Jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

Song Ci: Wu Wenying's "Preface to the Warbler's Cry".

The remnant cold is bullying the sick wine, covering the Shen Xiang embroidery household. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if it was late in spring. Painting the boat, the Qingming passes, and the smoke rises in the Wu Palace tree.

Thinking of bondage, wandering with the wind, turned into light flocculents. Ten years of West Lake, beside the willow horse, taking advantage of the soft fog. Tracing the red gradually, recruiting into Xianxi, Jin'er secretly sent the secluded.

Leaning on the silver screen, the spring is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the song is golden. The embankment is empty, the sun is light, and the gulls and herons are always returned.

Youlan Xuan Lao, Du Ruo.

is still alive, and the water town is still sending travel. Don't visit, the six bridges have no letter, the matter goes to the flower committee, burying the incense in the jade, and several wind and rain. Long wave is jealous, the distant mountain is ashamed, the fishing lantern is divided into the spring river, remembering the time, and the short peach root crossing.

Qinglou seems to be inscribed on the wall of defeat, and the tears and ink are bleak and dusty. The dangerous pavilion is extremely hopeful, the grass is colorful, and the temples are half invaded. Scoto check:

Leaving the scars and spitting, still dyed the shark silk, the phoenix is lost, and the dance is lazy. Attentive to be written, the book is long hateful, the blue glow and the sea sink over the geese, lovesickness, and the mourning pillar is played. Sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about the re-tricks, is the soul broken?

Pipa Xing" Tang, Bai Juyi, more than 600 words.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard.

Guan Shanyue Li Bai The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.