Write Lu You s fortune operator Yongmei into a narrative

Approximate meaning: Outside the post pavilion, near the side of the broken bridge, lonely and lonely blooming, but no one is in charge. Whenever the sun sets, there is always a lonely sorrow in my heart, especially when it is windy and rainy.

I don't want to go to great lengths to fight for the spring, and I insist on jealousy by the flowers. Scattered and withered into mud and dust, only the fragrance is still the same.

The author uses the plum blossoms in the mountains to express his lonely and elegant aspirations. The poet lamented the frustration and ups and downs of life through Mei's miserable situation, and expressed his youthful and unrepentant belief and his firm patriotic feelings.

"Fortune Operator: Yongmei".Song Lu You. Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Appreciation

This is Lu You's song Yongmei, and it is also Lu You's own song. In the last film, by writing about the experience of plum blossoms, it reflects the fact of his political experience of being excluded.

The next film describes the plum blossoms, and the author uses the plum blossoms to express his lonely and elegant ambitions and firm patriotic feelings. The whole poem suppresses the word "sorrow", showing the loneliness and lack of care of plum blossoms, and what penetrates is the loneliness of the author himself.

The writer of Shangque saw the encounter of scattered plum blossoms outside the post station. The next que writes the soul of the plum blossom and the concept of life and death, although it is crushed, it is still fragrant and hungry.

"Bu Operator Yongmei" is a poem composed by the Southern Song Dynasty poet Xing Limb Search Lu You. This calendar is a song of songs. The lyricist uses things as a metaphor for people, supports things and words, writes the proud and unyielding plum blossoms with a fresh mood, and metaphorizes his own lifelong ups and downs but is unyielding, and has reached the realm of integrating things and me, with delicate and delicate brushstrokes, and profound meaning, which is the swan song in Yongmei words.

In fact, prose is far from having the charm of poetry.

It's dusk, but it's raining, and the winter wind and rain always make people feel even more lonely. Walking out of the post station, I found that the plum blossoms by the broken bridge were blooming, elegant and noble, and I kept a corner, but I was like this cold wind and rain, and the rain hit the flowers, with a few more melancholy.

I love plum blossoms, and rejoice that she is independent, leisurely and proud, blooming in the cold winter when everything is withering, and welcoming the arrival of spring. For this reason, is it inexplicably jealous of the flowers? Otherwise, why did she quietly retreat when the flowers were in full bloom in spring?

The twilight is deep, and the petals of the plum blossoms are blown by the wind and rain, scattered, dissolved in the soil, and eventually crushed into dust, just like life. But I believe that even if she turns to dust, the quiet fragrance will not dissipate, and it will always be the same.

You can just describe the plum blossoms, and then sing the praises of his spirit of defying the cold.