One of the eighty two songs of Yonghuai, Ruan Ji is sad about something

1. "Worry" that the situation of scholars at that time was miserable, and "there are few famous people who are complete".

Second, "worrying" that I can't realize my ambitions in the troubled times, "walking on thin ice for life, who knows that I am anxious".

Three "worries", the noble and ungrouped self has few soulmates, lonely and lonely. "Sitting alone in the empty hall, who can be with relatives".

Because this poem is a general one, and many feelings are embodied in his other poems, 82 other poems of Ruan Ji Yong Huai are used to explain it).

Nguyen lived from 210 to 263 AD, and this history does not accurately record when it was written.

In the first ten years (249), Cao Shuang was killed by Sima Yi, and the Sima clan ruled alone. The Sima clan killed dissidents, and there were many people who were connected. Ruan Ji was originally politically inclined to the Cao Wei royal family and was dissatisfied with the Sima group, but at the same time he felt that the world was no longer possible, so he adopted an attitude of not involving right and wrong and protecting himself, or studying behind closed doors, or climbing mountains and waters, or being drunk and unconscious, or keeping silent.

Personally, I estimate that the poem was written after 249 A.D.

Ruan was in the political whirlpool of fierce struggle between Sima and Cao. The political situation is sinister, and in order to protect himself, he has to be cautious and vulnerable. Born in troubled times, Nguyen Ji often used the method of drunkenness to protect himself in the complex political struggles of the time.

Worrying and sad. It expresses the poet's loneliness, disappointment and melancholy.

The genre is ancient style poetry, Yonghuai poetry.

Yonghuai Eighty-two Songs

I can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano.

The thin curtain shows the bright moon, and the breeze blows me.

The outfield of the Lone Hong, the birds singing in the north forest.

What will you see when you wander?

Worrying and sad.

Word Notes: "Yonghuai Poems" is the general title of Ruan's life poems, not a one-time work. Most of them write about the emotion of life, not to mention the impermanence of life and the limited life expectancy, and the requirement to transcend the circle of profit and be ambitious. There are also ridicules of the politics of the time, but they are written very obscurely.

Can't sleep at night, sit up and play the piano: these two sentences are transformed into the poem of "Seven Mourning Poems" by Wang Cang: "I can't sleep at night, and I take my clothes and play the piano." It means that because of sorrow, he could not sleep in the middle of the night, so he got up and played the harp. Midnight, midnight, midnight.

Thin curtains to see the bright moon: The bright moonlight shines through the thin curtains. Appreciation, photo. Thin curtains, thin curtains.

Flying birds: Flying birds that hover. Birds fly at night because of the moonlight.

Beilin: "The Book of Songs, Qin Feng, Morning Breeze": "鴥 (yù) is the morning wind, and Yu is the north forest." I didn't see a gentleman, and I was worried about Qinqin. How to do it, forget yourself so much!Later generations often used the word "Beilin" to express sorrow.

No.: Stove withering, wailing.

Poetry Translation I.

Can't sleep at night.

Get up and sit and play the piano.

The moonlight shines on the thin drapery.

The breeze blew on the placket.

Lone Hung wails in the wild.

Flying and hovering birds chirp in the North Forest.

What will you see when you wander around at this time?

It's all a sad sight.

Two. It's late at night, but I still can't sleep (why), anyway, since I can't sleep, just get up and play a song to pour out my thoughts (Ruan Jishanqin).

How could that thin curtain block the green glow of that bright moon!Alas, it's just that the night breeze blows lightly on my shirt (a little melancholy of the author can be seen here).

In the vast field came the chirping of lonely geese (the author of the cave must be lonely at the moment), and startled birds screamed in the woods to the north.

Alone) wandered in the courtyard for a long time, seemed to see something but saw nothing, it turned out, it was just my own loneliness that made me feel a little sad alone.

Ancient forest rhyme, Ruan, Yonghuai.

Its seventh, Dai Xiao Shixing.

Three thanks, only the mountains and waters, only the wind and things.

Bao joined the army only to avoid vulgarity, and only wished to be beautiful and more poured.

Its Southern Dynasty is sparse and vigorous, and the characters are also strong!

Watching the double gulls with wings, receiving water and vibrating mountains, painting the wind Cen ginseng, the stream can be prayed, for a while, my generation is happy to make music, such as hearing Xiao Shi Di also!

This rhyme: zero dew recognizes the calyx, and the smile is drowned.

The knotweed insects are afraid of the sway, and the threads are sparse.

Cinnamon wine is dusty, and the favor is slightly different.

Hug the clouds on the nuclear-resistant West Pavilion, according to the household Langyue knows.

Listening to this sound in the fourth section, Qu Chang pin digs and the sound is detached.

Eighty-two poems by Ruan Jihuai.

Seventh, the scorching summer is only summer, and the third day will be about to move.

The fragrant trees weep green leaves or the green clouds are self-sufficient.

The four o'clock is more metabolic, and the sun and the moon are uneven.

Wandering in the empty hall, I don't know.

May I see the joy of the pawn, and I will not see the sadness of parting.

Gulin Ciyun Ruan's pure manuscript Yonghuai poems.

Sixth, the title of the Tianshan Mountains tour of spring.

At the end of Jian'an, Kangle Dynasty frolicked and drank at dusk, four beautiful utensils, enjoyed the beauty of seclusion, and competed for joy.

The years are scattered, and people are sad, and they are happy to cruise around Huazigang.

When entering, it is chanted "Tongling reflects the blue stream, and the stone is a red spring".

I don't know that five hundred years later, oranges and pomelos will also be born

Wang Majie "went up and down Huazigang, how melancholy he was." ”

The empty mountains of the autumn colors are the endless ears of the birds to do filial piety!

How do you know that thousands of years are even more indistinguishable behind you!

It is rhyme: the original Xiqi tree, the body of the still person is outside.

The bundle of hair is absolutely dusty, and the high pendant is widespread.

Ponds, orchid songbirds.

Huang Qiyan is in business, and it is difficult to escape the harm.

Quarrying rock under the path, fasting in the foot can be relied on.

Ruan Ji Yonghuai poems eighty postures Zen two songs.

Sixth, in the past, I heard Donglin melon, which was close to Qingmen.

Even the distance is strange, and the son and mother are hooked.

Five-colored sunrise, guests will meet on all sides.

The anointing fire is self-suffering, and wealth is evil.

Cloth clothes can be lifelong, and it is not enough to be favored.