Tearful eyes asked what the flowers and flowers whispered and the rattles flew over the swing to go

Butterfly Love Flower Ouyang Xiu.

How deep is the courtyard?

The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition.

Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Background: Beautiful woman and her husband often don't come home when she works outside. The beauty is not lonely at home alone.

The romantic beauty pulls up a swing and swings when she is bored, thinking of her husband, and tearfully wants to ask about the colorful falling petals beside her, but how can flowers speak. They (red, flowers) faintly skimmed the swings... Hahaha

She felt helpless: "Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing", so she had to pin her feelings on the flowers whose fate was the same as hers. These two sentences contain an infinite sense of sadness.

Qing man Mao Xianshu commented: "'Tearful eyes ask the flowers silently, and the red flies over the swing', which can be described as deep and muddy. (Quoted by Wang Youhua, "Ancient and Modern Words") He means that it is often difficult to have both a strong language and a deep affection, but these two sentences of European words unify it.

The emotional level of these two sentences is as follows: the first layer writes that the heroine has tears because of flowers. Seeing flowers crying and hurting the moon is a common feeling for ancient women.

At this moment, the woman is remembering her husband in Zoumazhangtai (Zhangtai Street in Chang'an, Han Dynasty, where later generations refer to Youye), but she can't see it, and only the flowers that have been destroyed in the storm in her eyes are in her eyes, so she thinks of her fate and can't help but cry sadly. The second layer is to write about asking flowers because of tears. Tears are caused by sorrow, and it is necessary to find someone to vent to.

This object has now transformed into a flower, or a flower has transformed into a human. So the heroine asked the flowers infatuatedly. The third layer is that the flowers are silent and speechless.

Then the lyricist writes the fourth layer: the flowers not only do not speak, but fly away one after another as if they deliberately abandoned her. People walk on the stage, flowers fly over the swings, and sentient people and ruthless things are indifferent to her, how can it not make people sad!

This kind of writing method that uses the reaction of objective scenery to set off and contrast the subjective feelings of the characters is precisely to deepen the feelings. The lyricist digs deep into the feelings layer by layer, not deliberately carving, but like bamboo shoots with buds and knots, naturally generated, one by one, in the natural and easy-to-understand language, there are deep and sincere feelings.

Tearful eyes asked the flowers silently, the meaning of flying over the swing with red eyes: tearful eyes asked the falling flowers to know my mind, the falling flowers were silent, chaotic, scattered and scattered little by little to fly outside the swing. Describe people's infinite melancholy and emotion.

Source:Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Courtyard Deep and Deep" in the Song Dynasty

The full text is as follows: the courtyard is a little deep, the willows are smoking, and the curtains are not repeated. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Vernacular translation:The courtyard is deep, I don't know how deepThe willows are still clinging, flying up pieces of smoke, and I don't know how many layers of curtains there are.

The luxurious carriage and horses stopped at the place where the noble son was having fun, and she climbed the stairs to look into the distance, but she could not see the road leading to Zhangtai.

Spring has come to the twilight, the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds, and no matter how heavy the door covers the dusk scenery, it is impossible to retain the spring feeling. Teary-eyed asked Falling Flowers to know my mind, Falling Flowers were silent, chaotic, scattered and scattered little by little to fly outside the swing.

Appreciation of works:The first three sentences of the film write about the situation of "the courtyard is deep", "a little deeper" contains resentment in the question, the silence in the courtyard like "pile of smoke", the loneliness and happiness of the lining people, "the curtain has no repetition", and the deep closure of the boudoir is written to be a confinement of a good youth and a harm to a beautiful life. The "courtyard" is deep, the "curtains" are heavy, and the "willow smoke" is both thick and dense - living in this gloomy and secluded environment isolated from the inside and outside, the heroine is suppressed and imprisoned in both physical and mental aspects.

The use of three "deep" words to write that she is blocked, like the pain of being imprisoned, not only hints at the heroine's loneliness, but also has a deep heart and a sense of resentment.

About the Author:Ouyang Xiu (1007 1072), the word Yongshu, the number of drunkards, the evening number "61 layman". Han nationality, Jizhou Yongfeng (now Yongfeng County, Jiangxi Province) people, because Jizhou originally belonged to Luling County, to "Luling Ouyang Xiu" self-proclaimed.

Nicknamed Wenzhong, known as Ouyang Wenzhong. Northern Song Dynasty politicians, writers, and historians, together with Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Wang Anshi, Su Xun, Su Shi, Su Zhe, and Zeng Gong, are known as the "Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". Later generations called it together with Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and Su Shi as the "Four Great Masters of Ancient Articles".

Meaning: Tearful eyes asked the falling flowers to know my mind, the falling flowers were silent, chaotic, scattered little by little to fly outside the swing.