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Huanxi Sha Yanshu.

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.

Huanxi Sha Song-Yanshu.

The small pavilion heavy curtain has swallows, and the evening flowers are red and the garden is sha. The dry shadow of the curved column enters the cool waves.

A good wind and green curtain in a flash, a few times to thin the raindrops round lotus. When the wine is sober, people scatter a lot of sorrows.

Huanxi Sha Yanshu.

The jade bowl is cold and dripping with dew, and the powder melts and the snow is light through the veil. Late makeup is better than lotus.

The sideburns want to meet the moon between the eyebrows, and the wine red is on the side of the face. A spring dream is slanting westward.

Huanxi Sha Yanshu.

has always been young and limited, and it is easy to lose his soul when he is idle. Wine feasts and songs.

The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It's better to take pity on the people in front of you.

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather last year was old, when will the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.

This is one of his most famous. I don't know if it's from elementary school, I haven't been in elementary school for a long time......This is another of his Huanxi yarns, which is also quite famous, depending on which one you want, I hope it helps.

has always been young and limited, and it is easy to dispel the soul when you are idle. Wine and songs.

The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It's better to take pity on the people in front of you.

Yan Shu Huanxi Sha.

has always been young and limited, and it is easy to lose his soul when he is idle, and he is not willing to resign from the wine banquet and singing.

The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more, so it is better to take pity on the people in front of you.

Appreciation: This poem writes about the infinity of time and space, contrasts with the insignificance and humility of life, and finally comes to the conclusion of "pity the people in front of you", which contains philosophy.

In the film, it is written that human life is a transient thing, and it often suffers from separation. These three sentences are written from the fleeting time to the pain of separation, and then to the writing of borrowing wine to dispel sorrows and having fun in time. The meaning of the sentence is coherent, and it goes down with the trend, without any pretentiousness.

The next film writes love. The first two sentences are magnificent, desolate, and vigorous, and they are used here to write grief, both rigid and soft, which is absolutely beyond the ability of many people. These two sentences are connected to the above, and the protagonist who writes about climbing high and Huairen faces the mountains and rivers, but he is at a loss and does not see the returnees, and he can't help but worry.

Then the picture turned, and when he arrived at the hero's home, in the face of the falling flowers all over the ground after the wind and rain, the hero had feelings for the lost youth again. But in the face of such sorrow, is there really nothing people can do? No, the lyricist gives the answer here:

It is not enough to be depressed and drunk, and only "pity the people in front of you" is the best countermeasure. It is enough to grasp the beautiful people and things around you, which also reflects the poet's attitude towards life.

This poem is heroic and lofty, and it is a rare masterpiece to write a depressed feeling with a strong pen, sad but not sad, and has achieved a high degree of unity in content and form.

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small courtyard incense path wanders alone.

The world is always the same, and Qin Yue shines on today's people. Between the old and the new, the changes in time and space are the most touching to people's hearts. When people are quiet and enjoy the tranquility of their leisure time, the plants, trees, flowers and trees are all philosophical.

Yan Shu is a genius, he can write poetry at the age of five, participate in the palace examination at the age of fourteen, and become the prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. Such people. He is different from mortals, he seems to be smart, he should be slick and obsessed with power, and he should not be innocent and sentimental, but he is such a genius.

Heaven and earth seem to love him, give him a smooth sailing career, and give him a clear and sharp heart, a small garden incense path, a young man, a song to wine, and the return of the old swallow.

On that day, the prime minister listened to a new song and drank a glass of wine, and at this time, it was still the same weather as last year, left in the pavilion of the past. Everything is just like yesterday, but when will the sun set? He actually knows, he knows it clearly:

The years are merciless, and there is no return. The scenery is still what it is, the flowers are falling, helpless, the return goose seems to be familiar, but it is not the swallow after all. Lonely people, with lonely hearts, wander alone on the garden paths paved with fallen flowers, thinking about the philosophy that the universe is infinite and life is limited.

The years are endless, and life is limited. Some scenes have not changed since eternity; There are some feelings, but there is nothing to be done.

In the morning, I still sat under the pavilion, holding a glow-in-the-dark wine glass given to me by a friend in my right hand and taking a sip of fine wine. Raise your head and look at the flock of swallows returning from the sky, they fly away in flocks, and return together, always spending time together.

Suddenly, I remembered the friends who drank and wrote lyrics with me at this kiosk last year, why don't they drink this wine with me now? Today's weather is still sunny and the flowers are still blooming, but people are not the same as before. Could it be that one of the little swallows in the group of swallows fell into a coma, lost her direction, and dispersed?

I think I'm probably the little swallow who has lost the collective and is looking for a team in the vast world. The flowers next to the pavilion, the petals are withering and falling to the ground one by one, they were still colorful flowers last year, but now, they have become one of the embellishments scattered on the earth.

Put down your glass and stroll through the secluded garden, sometimes looking at the familiar swallows, sometimes bowing your head and meditating: Friend, when will we be able to reunite and have a good time?

Yanshu's "Huanxi Sand".

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather last year was old, when will the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.

Translation: I listened to the song and drank at the same time, and I was very comfortable and self-relieved to dispatch the sorrow in my heart. I can't help but feel that the old pavilion in front of me has caused the association of the past and the present, and there is a faint melancholy that time and years are easy to go and difficult to stay, so I sigh in the face of the sunset in the west I am facing the scene of the return of the flowers and swallows, and the sadness of the spring sighs are more intense.

Not only is there nothing to be done about the withering of the flowers, but also the return of the sad swallow. There is only one person wandering alone on the path of the flowers and fragrance of the small garden, feeling melancholy, uneasy, lonely, lonely, and unable to resolve it.

At dusk, the lyricist holds a glass of wine and listens to Jia Ji sing and compose new words. The weather, the pavilion is still the same, the sunset is gradually sinking in the west, when will it rise again?

What is so helpless is that the beautiful things are gone, and everything is so familiar and yet unfamiliar. In the lonely garden, on the path full of petals, I was alone in melancholy and wandering ......

Sipping glasses of fine wine and listening to songs with refurbished lyrics.

I remembered the same weather last year, and it was still this kind of building and pavilion.

When will you turn back here, O sunset?

Beautiful flowers will always wither, which is a helpless thing.

The swallows that came back are so familiar, just like old acquaintances.

On the path in the garden filled with the scent of flowers, I walked around alone.

The implication is that singing about wine and singing about wine is so happy! However, it triggered memories of a similar realm experienced last year: the same late spring weather, the same buildings and pavilions in front of me, and the same wine and songs.

This inevitably makes people love and pity the beautiful scenery, linger on the passing time, and hope for the reappearance of the beautiful scenery: the sunset will reappear as the rising sun!

The flowers are gone, and they can't be saved. But the familiar swallows flew in, giving comfort and reducing some sorrow. The disappearance of good things is not the end of life; Maybe it's just a sign that something better is coming, and it will make life more exciting in the future.

Think about it, think about it over and over again, as you walk around on the road of life.

Listening to a new song and drinking a glass of wine is really leisurely and satisfying, like sitting in the spring breeze. However, the timing conversion, this year is not last year, last year is no more, the personnel are different, and there is no contact! The sun is setting, and there is no return, Xiang Jin has seen the sunset back to the west?

This is a clear chant that expresses the realization of many things in the universe. The flowers in front of me are helpless. Suddenly I saw the swallow flying, it seemed familiar, it was the old swallow last year, and now it is back.

In the middle of this thought, I feel that the flowers fall and bloom, the spring goes and there is spring, and the sunset has sunrise. It turns out that there are many things in the universe that have a one-time side and a repetitive side. There is a side that will never return, and there is also an eternal return.

However, this regression repetition is not a reproduction of the same, but a gradient in the reproduction, just"Déjà vu"That's it.