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Hetu's song "Phoenix Robbery".

Is there any time left to look back and look at me again.

I can't tell if it's a red cloud or a flame you kindled.

Which life is the end, but I can't say goodbye.

There is no remaining burned out of the passing years into thoughts.

Is it the dust or the nightmare, the ashes or the smoke you ignited.

Which thought can not be extinguished, is nirvana or eternal remembrance.

Transfiguring into the starlight of the Western Sky is the end of your reincarnation.

How much time has elapsed from the hourglass of silence to eternal life?

You gaze at my face in the afterlife by the river of the Three Paths.

I planted the mandala and let the memories of my past life sink in.

How much parting can light the flame of the sycamore branch.

How many 500 years have I walked in this world.

Who can remember the old days when the mandala flowers bloom.

Whoever responds to whom's robbery has become someone's obsession.

There is no remaining burned out of the passing years into thoughts.

Is it the dust or the nightmare, the ashes or the smoke you rise.

Which thought can not be extinguished, is nirvana or eternal remembrance.

Transfiguring into the starlight of the Western Sky is the end of your reincarnation.

How much time has elapsed from the hourglass of silence to eternal life?

You gaze at my face in the afterlife by the river of the Three Paths.

I planted the mandala and let the memories of my past life sink in.

How much parting can light the flame of the sycamore branch.

How many 500 years have I walked in this world.

Who can remember the old days when the mandala flowers bloom.

Whoever responds to whom's robbery has become someone's obsession.

Let's go on the North Island, I don't know if it has anything to do with your so-called obsession.

1. Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night.

Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Source: Song Dynasty Su Shi "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream".

Interpretation: It has been ten years since you and I have said goodbye to husband and wife, and I can't bear to miss it. But after all, it is difficult to see each other.

Thousands of miles away, in that distant lonely grave, there is no place to tell her about the desolation and sadness in her heart. Even if you meet as a husband and wife, you won't recognize me, I'm already dusty, and my temples are like frost.

Last night I was back in my hometown in a dream, at the window of the hut. I'm dressing up. You and I were silent, relatively silent, only relatively silent and shed a thousand tears. I can imagine that the place where I missed her back then was on a moonlit night, on a hill of dwarf pines.

2, how to be like Bo Xing Jinyilang, than the wings and branches of the day's wish.

Source: Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde "Magnolia Flower Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends".

Interpretation: But how can you compare to Emperor Tang Ming back then, he always had a vow with Yang Yuhuan to compare winged birds and even branches.

3. In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain.

Source: Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling's "Two Songs Out of the Stopper" is one of them.

Interpretation: It is still the bright moon and border passes in the Qin and Han dynasties, guarding the border and defending against the enemy, and the people who have been fighting for thousands of miles have not returned. If Li Guang, the flying general of Longcheng, is still there now, he will never allow the Xiongnu to go south to herd horses to cross the Yin Mountain.

4. Successful and famous, he returned to his hometown early.

Source: Song Dynasty: Su Shi "Linjiang Immortal (Gift)".

Interpretation: If you become famous, you will be able to return to your hometown.

5. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

Source: Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling's "Seven Songs from the Army" (4th).

Interpretation: The Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the snow-capped mountains are gloomy. The ancient city of Biansai, the Yumen Xiongguan, thousands of miles away, looking at each other from afar. Soldiers guarding the border, experienced in a hundred battles, armor worn through, undestructible ambition, not to defeat the invading enemy, vowing not to return to their hometown.

6. The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, and the smoke orchid is crying. The curtain was cold, and the swallows flew away. Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and suffering. The oblique light came to the dawn and pierced Zhu Hu. Last night the west wind withered the green trees. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. I want to send color notes and rulers. The mountains and rivers are wide and they know where.

Source: Song Dynasty: Yan Shu "Butterfly Love Flowers, Threshold Chrysanthemum Sorrow Smoke Orchid Weeping Dew".

Interpretation: In the early morning, the chrysanthemums outside the railing are shrouded in a layer of miserable smoke, and the orchid dew seems to be weeping dewdrops. There was a light chill between the curtains, and a pair of swallows flew away.

Mingyue didn't understand the pain of parting, and the slanted silver light pierced into Zhuhu until dawn. Last night the west wind was so strong that it withered away the trees.

I climbed the tall building alone, looking at the road that had disappeared into the world. I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But the mountains are endless, the water is endless, and I don't know where my sweetheart is.

In fact, everyone has something to hold on to (or worth holding onto), and holding on means taking time (the time of life), which is not an equivalent transaction, or even "buying" an unknown hope. Perhaps we are all doing this, counting the time, as if the passage of time will give us some kind of inexplicable comfort. Maybe time can take everything away and bring everything, maybe what we think bothers us or what doesn't matter, and what we have been pursuing.

In fact, this is not the case, in this kind of persistence, we often find that what is sent away and what is ushered in is actually not much different. It's like our countenance has nothing but getting older and vicissitudes. So we are confused, life has made each of us a poet, and all the stories of the past have become poems, some unforgettable, some of which are bloody lessons.

This may be the poet's obsession, but also everyone's obsession, and the poet concretely refers this obsession to a specific time, place and event. So he persevered, so he left behind many things, but did not abandon the "true self" and the "true world". Many people will think that poetry is the product of the poet's obsession, and the poet Pu Ling has been haunted by his obsession when he created "Pu Ling's Poetry".

Poetry is not independent of the poet, but exists in the life of the poet. It is also inevitable that a poet has no poetry, and there is nothing to be embarrassed or annoyed. From the poet's point of view, poetry is not forced, the poet's obsession is not poetry (creation), and even if it is regarded as a pursuit (obsession), it will not be a good poem.

The causal relationship between the poet and the poem is not as simple as seeking and being asked, but creation. ”

But after all, the poet has an obsession, and this obsession is oriented to life and facing the world, and it lies in constantly recognizing the world, and in this sense, the poet is a person who lives actively. At least full of love for the world (of course, many poets choose to commit suicide to end their lives, this result comes from love and loyalty to the world, not pessimism and betrayal), even if he exposes some of the world's ills and ugliness, he also cries out for a better world, so poetry is the transmission of the poet's power, and this power is incomparably great. This not only gives life to poetry, but also extends life for a long time, which is "vitality".

And because of this obsession, poetry has vitality, and this is the role of obsession.

Many people think that poets are paranoid in some aspects, and even these "obsessions" are somewhat detached from reality and go to extremes. And what is recorded in "Pu Ling's Poetry" is "actually not like this, because the poet is more aware of life and all aspects of life, and his heart is bitter. It is precisely because of this that we find resonance and insight in poetry.

The poet's perspective is sometimes not unique, but rather a commonplace thing that we ignore is picked up and re-presented to the world. ”

1. Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable.

2, but make the dragon city fly in, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain.

3, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

4, it is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name of the overlord.

5, there is another sentence: My admiration for you is like a surging river, uncontrollable! (Very persistent).

I hope it helps you and I wish you a happy life!

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. --Nalan Xingde, "Magnolia Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Shuyou".

Ten years of life and death are boundless, not self-measured, self-unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. --Su Shi "Jiang Chengzi. The twentieth day of the first month of the first month of Yimao remembered the dream

There is no one else, and there are many thoughts. If you don't want to say anything, how about holding a grudge. - Tao Yuanming's "Stopping the Clouds".

I miss a friend I haven't seen in years. I remembered that he had said that he missed a woman, that he had learned from him a long time ago that he was in love, that it was time for us to get together.

Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, and the wine in the residual flowers is sick last year. ——Zhang Xian, "Qingmen Yin, Spring Thoughts".

The wine in the remnants of the flowers is another last year's illness. This is a sentence that he has written year after year. I am a person who easily gets caught up in other people's stories, lovesickness is a disease, love words is also a disease, and we share the same disease.

The taste of the world is refreshing. - Su Shi "Huanxi Sha from Sizhou Uncle Liu Qian to Nanshan".

Qinghuan", an encounter and love for a lifetime. In love, in love, light is good, this is my appeal. Why bother to be vigorous and earth-shattering, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to be in each other.

Ren is the river and the sea are unbridled, how can they meet with their sons. - Tilin.

Tilia is the author I like, his poems, his words, or his attitude towards life.

I remember that there is such a sentence in "Cup of Snow": But just looking at each other so quietly, it seems that the years are quiet and this life is stable. Well, I think of my friends, I think of our respective feelings, and I think of the years I yearn for.

Tears and hazy thoughts, only to feel the crowd boiling.

Where do you not meet in life, sigh only sigh and miss the wrong payment.

It's the spring season, and the peach color is glamorous.

Luo's skirt danced in the fragrant wind, and Luoying covered her voice.

The grass on this shore is verdant, and the blue birds are playing there.

The beauty of a leaf of flowers is avoided, just waiting for the pace to slow down.

The piccolo song is the most unforgettable, dancing after the wind and snow.

A glance at the appointment for thousands of years, the two of them looked at each other at dusk.

People gather after dusk, last year's bright moon and tonight's people.

In one sentence, the eyes are blurred, and I really saw the old man stepping on the snow.

The sound is still ringing in the ears, urging people's liver and intestines.

When you wake up from a dream, you know that you are lovesick, and you are tired when you don't see each other again!

Huangquan is nowhere to be found, and I know why I don't come!

Singing every night is like an idiot, who knows not to forget the original intention!

The fate comes like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, and the fate goes like the wind without a trace.

The mirror flowers and water are gone, why bother obsessing with the world?

Sigh, sigh, stupid!

No related poems were found, only one song.

Obsession. Lyrics: Fan Pengfei.

Singing: Fan Pengfei.

A night of cold rain and sad burials, famous flowers, grievances and grievances have all come to fruition.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong for Yi Xiaohui, and the people were haggard and prosperous, and it was a mistake in the wind and rain.

The eyes are cold, the window is sad, and the feelings are still cold.

A night of Sanskrit singing in the dust, who met whom.

Death and life are broad, and in the end, there is no result, and there is no groaning after withdrawing and being injured.

The brother in front of the Sansheng stone holds your sleeve and holds hands with you.

Half a lifetime of duckweed in the Lechuan River flows away with the passage of water.

The red dust should be robbed, promising to look back in the next life.

The moon is the piano, the wind is the song, and the sound of Jin Se is played.

Flowers are the matchmaker butterflies.

Rouge tears leave people drunk and depressed.

All silent, a dance of neon clothes.

Laughing at the tanka line, the prosperity is all down, and it was a mistake in the wind and rain.

Thousands of people are looking for the lights and the mountains to welcome the floating world, who is too peaceful, who is displaced.

Death and life are broad, and in the end, there is no result, and there is no groaning after withdrawing and being injured.

Sansheng Stone holds your sleeve and holds your hand with your finger Tan The duckweed of the Lechuan River flows away with the passage of water.

The red dust should be robbed, promising to look back in the next life.

The moon is the piano, the wind is the song, and the sound of Jin Se is played.

Flowers are the matchmaker butterflies.

Rouge tears leave people drunk and depressed.

All silent. A dance of neon dresses.

Laugh at the tanka line.