The poetry is melancholy, and the red dust has tears, who knows what kind of poem Jun is

This is a poem that celebrates longing and love.

Every separation carries too much reluctance, every separation has a lot of unspoken words, and every separation always looks forward to getting together again.

From ancient times to the present, parting scenes have been staged countless times. And the emotions that are pervading it, we can all understand. Although the poems written by the ancients are different, we can all read the sentimentality in them.

The meaning expressed by the author should be nostalgia and sentimentality for his beloved. It expresses infinite melancholy, and can only express his heart through poetry.

The author is from a netizen, and the original text is as follows:

Affection is overwhelming. The poetry is melancholy, and the red dust has tears.

Forgetfulness is deeply heartbroken, and the eternal affection and monarchy.

In the essay "Man Dwells Poetically", Heidegger begins with a quote from the German poet Hölderlin: "'Man dwells poetically......It is said that the poet occasionally inhabits poetically, as if he can barely get by. But what is it about 'people', i.e. everyone living poetically?

Isn't all dwelling incompatible with poetry? Our habitat is plagued by a shortage of housing. Even if it were not so, our dwelling today is tormented by labor, restless by merit and profit, and disillusion......ed by recreation and pastime”

After experiencing the rights and wrongs of the red dust, the sad lovesick tears always fly like rain, and I want to wash away the past, but I always return to the red dust, which is a helpless feeling that I want to escape.

Crystal clear, dripping with the nostalgia of life and life, who is the fate and ...... who should have in the past and this life

The spring rain is as thin as a silk thread, just like when it rains lightly. As soon as the rain fell, everything seemed so vast.

The stupid donkey groans, and the shore seems to be ...... through the spring rain

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, like a flower. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes.

Forever crucified in this foreign land, so linger in the beautiful spring scenery in front of me.

The early-blooming Hanmei is the most resentful, because it blooms the flowers of the previous year!

Plums. A few plums in the corner.

Ling Han drove alone.

Haruka is not snow.

Only the dark incense comes.

The meaning is literal, quite simple.