Use the word floating to pick up another word, and it should be connected with a level and a sense

The idyllic beauty connects you.

The blue sky of the Linhe River.

Cloud Shu cloud roll. Snowy peaks.

Towering and continuous. Tranquil lake.

Like a mirror, it is blue. Green trees and flowers.

It's so far away.

Melodious zither.

It's a wonderful song. The peak of the snowy region.

Dawn of dawn. Reflection in the lake.

Imagination. Footsteps of spring.

Hello Wait. Give me a possibility.

Turn back the clock.

I will come back.

Your side. Idyllic beauty.

Shared with you. I would like to be a reflection in the lake.

Connected to you.

Black and white rain alley.

There is too much silence revealed

Splashes.

Writing elegantly and lonely

I don't know if I can break this deathly silence. Drifting away is the light.

Is there any light in this shadowy world?

It's called Awakening! ­­

Disguised Shaoguang.

Haggard countenance.

There is a feeling called following.

What looms is a dream.

Is there a star in that streamer space?

It's called waiting! ­­

Obscured the brilliance.

The years have passed.

There is an emotion called sadness.

Only I, the world, remain silent.

I can't say a word.

The second song is misty again.

The water floats by itself! Moistened, poured.

No matter how much you drain, the wind will blow with you!

Hidden, rambling.

A moment of silence silenced the hustle and bustle;

A sense of confusion clouded my heart.

Tears for no reason.

Ripple! Inexplicably resentful, sorrowful! The air was thick and thin, but it was as shady as a nightmare.

A flowering tree.

How did Xi Murong let you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

I have been praying for this before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Comments: Xi Murong's poems have always been full of spirituality, and this one tells the mood of a young girl's nostalgia, which makes people read sincere and affectionate. Full of ardent anticipation for his lover, and heartbroken for his ignorance.

The first half of the poem is a classic, and has even been incorporated into modern pop songs. The reincarnation of several lifetimes, in exchange for a meeting, is deeply shocking.

Autumn heart through spring and summer.

Autumn heart gradually turned into sorrow.

Tear and spill. The clouds set the ground.

The wind blows and turns into a torrential autumn rain.

Wet the distant mountains. Paint a misty autumn face.

Red maple dance. Xiao sparse the emerald color.

The intention has been lost. A pool of still water.

Emaciation and removal. The field of Bihe is gone.

The sky is getting bluer.

The line of sight can be seen far away.

A kite string.

Hold at my thoughts.

The bond of the heart fluttering with the dance.

Unintentionally burst into tears.

Where to be sorrowful. It's a long time to leave people's hearts.

The wind cooled the night. In the silence of the morning.

Pick up the last piece.

The loneliness of the leaves. The dust blurred his eyes.

Soaring clouds. Abundance loses fullness.

The last shout.

Frost condensation. The rain hates the clouds.

Thousands of miles of twilight and autumn cold.

Expect the snow to cover up the withering.

Brilliant spring.

The mountain flowers are still blooming.

The moon is still round.

Whose footsteps are it.

Disturbed a curtain of dreams.

Teeter. The wings of dreams, full of colorful aura.

Gently swaying.

Grab the throat of suffering.

Have your voice in another harbor.

Crashed into the sails of youth.

Gradually, my childhood is far away from me, how I miss the past, childhood.

I still remember the hazy memories of my childhood, singing and laughing in the morning glow, chasing and playing in the twilight clouds, always wanting to pluck the moon in the treetops, always wanting to treasure the stars in the sky, how strange and strange my childhood thoughts were.

They are all so innocent and naughty, they are all so innocent and naughty, they all have their own little secrets, and they all have their own hearts.

As the years go by, people grow up, and the old friends go their own ways for their livelihoods, and walk in the vast sea of people.

Look up at a line of egrets.

The purge embarks on a journey.

Drifting away. Disappear at the end of the daylight.

Depression condensed in his chest.

The autumn wind slowly swirls around.

Close your eyes and bow your head to think.

Nearly a century of deliberation.

Wisps of memories like tulle.

are all entwined in the heart.

Sweet taste is a kind of happiness.

It's like the joy of a tired bird when it sees it home.

That happiness. Memories and happiness.

Maybe they can't coexist.

Maybe. But there is one waiting for you.

Wind and rain clenched their fingertips.

Clench your fists. Gather strength.

Believe it, after the storm.

What I bring to myself is a share.

Happy memories.

"Tie a Heartstring".

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, my soul with your melody.

Rippling. Your eyes shine with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of your flowers.

My vision. From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and shakes pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face.

Dai Wangshu's poems are deeply rooted in the graceful and beautiful poetic style of classical Chinese poetry, but they are also influenced by the French school of symbolic poetry, so his early poems are comprehensive.

Physically, it is characterized by loneliness, depression, and depression.

The poem is written in a hazy trance. "I" seems to have a heart full of worries, infinite worries, but I don't want to say it clearly, or I can't say it. "I" seem to be expecting something and pursuing something, and the goal of expectation and pursuit seems so distant and slim.

She "appeared, perhaps in a hallucination, or it was real, but "she" appeared so quickly, and passed away so quickly, passing by in an instant, disappearing in front of her, "as miserable and confused as a dream". "I" can only feel sorry for myself and sigh for myself. The "girl" in the poem can be regarded as a real reference, a beautiful, noble and melancholy girl that the poet has been looking forward to for a long time.

But we can also regard this "girl" as the poet's hazy ideal and pursuit, representing the poet's vision for the future when he is in a miserable life.

The opening stanza of the poem reads, "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a lilac and be sad."

Girl. "It's about a scene in a small alley in Gangnam during the rainy season. In the drizzle, with a lonely and melancholy mood and a faint hint of hope, "I" walked alone in the long lonely alley with an oil-paper umbrella, "hoping to meet a girl with grievances like a lilac."

At the beginning of the poem, it is clear that the main theme of the poem is to express the "hope" that the poet is seeking. The "rain alley" shrouded in drizzle is "long, long", with no end, suggesting a misty hope. "Alone" and "lonely" imply that the poet is difficult to find and lonely and wandering.

What is hope? Hope is the "lilac-like girl with a grudge". So, who is this "girl"?

What kind of grievances does the "girl" in the poet's mind have? Is this the poet's pursuit of life ideals? Is this the poet's longing for love?

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. So, let's follow the poet's footsteps in the rain alley, hide aside, and peep quietly.

There are two main images in the poem, "Rain Alley" and "Lilac", which are very beautiful. Thus creating a pus-hazy and mysterious artistic conception.

The first is the rainy alley, the drizzly alley in the south of the Yangtze River, the bluestone floor road that has experienced the invasion of rain, the decadent fence wall, the blue roof tiles, and the "lilac girl" who "I" is holding an oil-paper umbrella and pursuing "me" with melancholy and hesitation. The rain alley is damp, narrow, and long. This image has a strong visual effect and gives people a rich imagination.

Rain Alley can be turned into a "road of pursuit", with a slim hope of "I" in the Rain Alley struggling to seek, people can't help but ask, what am I struggling to seek?

The second is cloves. Lilacs are a common image in classical poetry. Because it is shaped like a knot, it blooms in the twilight of spring, it is very easy to wither, and the flower color is purple or pure white, and the color is noble and cold, and the literati and ink writers often chant it repeatedly as a symbol of grief and melancholy.

For example, the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin's "banana does not show j incense knots, and the spring breeze is sorrowful", and the lilac imagery in the poems of Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty "The blue bird does not pass on the cloud and the outside letter, and the lilac is empty and the rain is sorrowful" and other poems are all symbols of melancholy, and the clove is the embodiment of sorrow, but the clove is noble and beautiful, in the view of the Song Dynasty poet Wang Shipeng, even the plum blossom that is proud of the cold can not be compared with the lilac, because the clove has a unique fragrance.

In "Rain Alley", the poet assigns the qualities of cloves to a girl, "a girl like a lilac", a girl is a lilac, and a lilac is a girl. This girl has the color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, and the sorrow of cloves. Lilac can symbolize melancholy, noble, and beautiful things, making people feel infinitely long-lasting.

And "Fragrant Girl" is a key to interpreting this poem.

Extended information: Dai Wangshu (March 5, 1905, February 28, 1950), male, name Cheng, name Chao'an, nickname Haishan, from Hangzhou, Zhejiang. Later, he used the pen names Mengou, Mengousheng, Xinfang, Jiang Si, etc. Chinese modernist symbolist poet and translator, etc.

He has published three articles** in the publications of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School: "Debt", "Selling Boy" and "Mother's Love". He once established a small literary group called "Lan Society" with Du Heng, Zhang Tianyi, Shi Yucun and others, and founded the "Lan You" magazine.

In 1950, Dai Wangshu died of illness in Beijing at the age of 45.

Rain Alley: Words: long, lonely, decadent fence, rain's lament Features: Rain: damp, cold, confused, sad; Alley: blue bricks and gray tiles, dilapidated and dark, long and narrow, few people and lonely.

Lilac Girl: Words: Sad, lilac-like, mournful, hesitant, silent, uneasy, indifferent, desolate, melancholy, silent, breathing, dream-like, sad, confused, dissipating.

1. Rain Alley: It symbolizes the social environment at that time, showing the coldness and gloom of reality.

2. "Lilac Girl": It is the presentation of melancholy emotions, the embodiment of beautiful ideals, and the process of disillusionment of ideals, which can be the poet's pursuit of love, or a companion or confidant, or the pursuit of beautiful ideals and beliefs in life.

I'll give you a song of Shu Ting.

To the sea", I personally think it's very good.

Sunrise over the sea.

How many heroes have been sincerely admired.

Sunset over the sea.

How many poets have been provoked with tender nostalgia.

How many songs are sung on the cliffs.

Also by the sea breeze day and night.

Murmuring day and night.

How many lines of footprints left on the beach.

How many times have the sails been raised to the horizon.

are all kept secret by the waves.

Buried in secret.

There have been curses, there have been sorrows.

There have been praises, there have been glory.

The sea – a life in flux.

Life – a raging ocean.

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

**There are traces of first love side by side.

Oh, the sea. Even if it's your waves.

It can erase memories.

There are also some shells.

Sprinkle on the hillside.

Like the stars of a summer night.

Maybe the whirlpool blinked dangerously.

Maybe the storm opens its mouth of greed.

Oh, life. Of course you have been broken.

Countless dreams of purity.

There are also some brave people.

Like in a storm.

Swift petrels.

The evening coast is as calm as the night.

The mountain rocks of the cold night are as severe as death.

From the coast of the mountain rocks.

How lonely my shadow.

From dusk to nightfall.

How proud of my heart.

The element of freedom" heh.

Let you feign a roar.

Let you be hypocritically calm.

Let you take everything from the past.

Everything in the past——

this world. There is the pain of sinking.

There is also the joy of awakening.

The first**slow down but good ! There's it in it, and you can listen to everything you want here.

I'm a small city.

Gu Cheng's heart is a city, a small city.

There are no cluttered markets, no numerous residents, deserted, deserted.

There was only a fallen leaf, only a cluster of flowers, and it was secretly hidden

Childhood affection.

My dream is a city, the smallest city.

There are no solemn halls, no sacred tombs, quiet, quiet.

There was only a mist, only a breeze, and it was quietly attached-

The innocence of childhood.

Ah, I am a small city, the smallest city, where only one person can live, only one person, my dream man, my sweetheart, my lover

Why not come?

Why not come?

This is the poem that won the championship in the poetry recitation competition

Wang Guo really loves life.

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.