The new work of the Lantern Festival given to me by a friend is difficult to understand with my lite

The first half reflects the author's emotion in the face of today's situation: the snow is old and the wall waist, the three or five solar terms, and the lights are diffuse and clear.

The ice toad snubbed the dark dust, and Su E didn't know it. It expresses the author's poor mood, and the lake embankment Yan Xinhui behind is flying obliquely, and the night is cool. The streamer is fleeting, thousands of cups, and it is not drunk when it returns. It expresses the cheerful mood of the reunion when reminiscing about the past.

The second half expresses that although it is very good now, but after losing its soulmate, everything seems to be indifferent again, and besides, I am old and cannot experience the feeling of youth.

It seems that the author and you are either confidants or confidants, and the overall expression is nostalgia for the past time and the people of the past.

Comments: The snow is old and the wall waist, the three or five solar terms, and the lights are scattered and clear.

- In the deep winter, the unmelted remnants of snow are piled up to half waist high of the old wall, and on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the streets are decorated with various lanterns at night.

The ice toad snubbed the dark dust, and Su E didn't know it. --The loved one in the past has passed away, and the woman who is ready to meet the new one has not yet met.

The lake embankment swallow Xinhui, at first glance is inclined to fly, and the night is cool. --I agreed to meet her at a lake, and I wanted to go there quickly, but on such a cold night, what time would I have to settle down there?

The streamer is fleeting, thousands of cups, and it is not drunk when it returns. --Only in the face of the passage of time like an arrow, drink to dispel sorrows, and do not get drunk and do not return.

The wax oven is cold, the road is noisy, and the curtain is low. --In this winter, everything is cold, I can only see the noise of cars and horses on the road, and my former lovers and friends avoid me (and do not want to see me).

Ned Keyun is gone, Jing Tao is still there, and Huang Mengqi is fascinated. --It doesn't matter, here the author quotes the words of Jiang Jie, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty, and uses "Ke Yun's Strike" and the following two legends to express the melancholy of the past like a dream.

Xiaogu flower tree, looking for and few, emerald eyes ice silk. --The beautiful scenery of the moonlit night in the spring river is really rare, only the beauty who plays the piano looks at the strings with her eyes.

Smiling and middle-aged, making music lightly, tonight and night. --Laugh at me, a middle-aged man who began to grow gray hair, writing this word here, I really don't know what day it is.

The author's skills are good, I don't know if I explained it correctly or not.

Emotional things are unknown to others, and need to be experienced by the parties themselves. Let me briefly understand the meaning of the words, which may not be correct, please understand.

The remnants of snow are still left next to the old city wall, and during the Lantern Festival (355), a few lamps scatter cold light. The moon was cold and dim, and Chang'e didn't know anything new. The swallows on the lake embankment meet in pairs, (I) suddenly want to fly over, but I go to the ** shelter alone on a bleak night?

The streamer is fleeting, and even though I won't get drunk with a thousand glasses, I have to go back.

No matter how I warmed up, I was cold, and the road was bustling, but the old man couldn't get out. My true feelings are only exchanged for the disappearance of illusions and the shattering of dreams. (Ke Yun said that a woodcutter watched the gods play chess, and the handle of the axe was rotten; wattle, cherry; Huang Meng, Huang Liang Meng.

In the spring, there are no more caring eyes. laughed at himself for being middle-aged and wrote a poem frivolously. Do you know, what day is today?

Foolish words, foolish listening. The author might have died of laughter when he saw me explain it like this!! It's so long-winded, so puzzling to write, it's nothing more than one sentence: 10,000 words omitted here.

It seems that my friend sent me this text message during the Lantern Festival, this can't be **???

Friend, I'm sorry to leave you a message like this. If I'm not mistaken, the friend who gave you the new Lantern Festival is a bookseller, Mr. Li, and you must be a lady, and you two must be confidants. I don't know if I should tell you or not, I also received the same text message on the night of the Lantern Festival.

I don't mean anything else, I just want you to understand something. If there is anything inappropriate, please send a letter to the sea.

There is something good in the cold, and it is refreshing to drink it, but it is the predecessor of hot water, and it feels strange. Knowing the affairs of all living beings, is it difficult to come, but in fact, it is cold and ashamed, and there are many changes, and there is only purity. There is no hurry to taste it, but it is so good that the heart is opened, and all things are hidden here, into the land of the gods.

It is only plain water, but it has a deep meaning. It's rare to see, leave a cup in front of you, taste it carefully and feel it. The things of the world are hidden in the slightest, and it is rare to pay attention.

Ming Cheng Xiang.

Tour Shaolin Temple. The cane is in Shaolin, and the mountains are gloomy.

The pine and fir colors are really like the face, and the sound of birds spreads the sound of Sanskrit.

It's ridiculous to face the wall for nine years, but he pities the two ancestors and peace of mind.

The tune of the West is the end of the past, and the snow is white and spring to the present.

Ming Zhu Heng. Stay at Shaolin Temple.

The first ancestor opened this place, and the incense platform was empty.

Double-spring water, five-leaf scattered pearl forest.

Zhong Dingzen Guan Xi, the mountain cold pagoda yin.

The empty hall is a month, and the heart of the reed has been printed.

Ming Huang Hui. The second ancestor of the inscription bowl peak.

The stream rings vine branches in autumn, and the green bowls of Wanfeng are harvested.

Under the empty mountain, the river Luolong is flowing in the sky.

The stone was angry and threw with the lion, and the tower spirit was high and the king of the wild goose was thrown.

Seeing that the catastrophe is like this, who is the true monk to stay.

Ming: Li Mengyang.

Shaolin Temple forest deep valley twilight guest enters, bell ringing leaves fall autumn mountain sky.

The smoke clouds are fine at the bottom of the stone stream, and the mountains are scattered in the pine windows.

The Tang stele Han Jiemoss is stripped off, and the tiger cries and the ape roars and the light is red.

Sit alone and rest the dust and think, and the moon rises in the east under the shadow of the room.

Ming: Li Mengyang.

Stay in Shaolin Temple.

Wanshan slightly twilight a bell rings, the ancient temple is tired of late autumn.

The monk folds the reed face wall, and the person does not ride the crane so he blows the sheng.

The cold urges the chaotic wood and wind symphony, and the white moving void rock moon grows by itself.

Ashamed that he couldn't sleep after hard work, Ding Ding lay down and listened to the sound of the morning wood.

Ming Li Changqi.

Tour Shaolin Temple. Shaolin Nie Yao, there is a road to the green ridge.

Half a life is victorious, and old is practiced.

The stream is far-sighted, and the favoritism is still exposed.

Raised and longitudinal, quite infatuated with the screen.

The pu wind rolls up, and the Ai color invades the collar.

Vegetable monk utensils offering, drinking and riding children to draw wells.

Self-puffing incense, as a gift to the ancient ding.

Super transcendent gods, shun and lonely together.

And on the stone, leave this indestructible shadow.

Although Zhu Xia is different, they are all expensive and can be saved.

The cold cliff allows to sit separately and meditate on the rest of the scene.

Ming Huang Hongxian.

You two ancestral nunnery in the rain.

The green mountains are twilight, and the rocks are slanted.

The lonely cloud is a cane, and the drizzle is wet.

The ancient well meets the double cypress, and the smoke is scattered with flowers.

What year to resign, here to learn Dansha.

Ming Huang Hongxian.

Tour the Bodhidharma face wall cave.

The upper layer of clogs, thousands of peaks with sunset.

The hibiscus is green, and the grass is deep and white.

The cave is back to the charming path, and the altar is empty only Sanskrit.

Look at the wall and talk about the troubles.

Ming Yuan Hongdao.

Looking at the Songshao passengers, the journey to the end of the Taihang Mountain, and see the Songgao purple and green between.

It is expected that someone will laugh on the mountain, and the red dust is like a sea without a red face.

Ming Zhou Mengyang.

Climb the magic platform and look out.

The two ancestral cliffs are strange, and the demon refining platform is beneficial.

The clouds are coiled on the stone rock, and the sheep intestines are winding around.

At the top of the mountain, he entered the star table.

The four walls are cut into the edge, and the cliffs hinder the birds.

Look at the cup far into the sky, and turn over the small Shenzhou.

The Yellow River Kunlun comes, passes through the fine swamp.

There is also the Ilo stream, which is vast and insignificant.

Xihua and Dongdai are like smoke villages.

There are many white jade pastes, and the service is light and curly.

In the early morning, it is like dew, and it is rare to drink in this world.

More than half. (typed).

Answer: years.

Foot to foot. Hip to cheek. Pull it in. Shake it twice. Rip it out. Water droplets.

The word is not difficult to guess, and it is not separated.

Some people you have a dog tail that can't be broken!

Perfect.

Bite off