Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? Mourning Translation and Annotation Translation
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.
Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
Appreciating this poem Meng Wei is a seven-character poem written by Bai Juyi nine years after Yuan Zhen's death. Among them, the neckline "you bury the bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world", and I don't know how many people are saddened by it since ancient times!
In 80 1 year, 30-year-old Bai Juyi met 23-year-old Yuan Zhen in Chang 'an. They were both impressed by each other's literary talent, and politically opposed to eunuch autocracy and advocated frivolous and generous taxation. We haven't met for a long time! In order to realize the grand ambition of the ancient officials, they all took the examination of the official department and became bookkeepers of the school. Although he is an idle official, he can enjoy himself. Drinking, writing poems, enjoying flowers and listening to books, what romantic poems and wine! It was not until Yuan Zhen offended the eunuch and was demoted for applying for water posts that Bai Juyi's dead letter failed. In 8 15, Yuan Zhen was demoted to Tongzhou Sima, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou Sima, and both of us were unhappy-to Tianya in the same year! From then on, the two can only exchange letters and pour out their hearts! In 83 1 year, 60-year-old Bai Juyi was at leisure in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and was shocked to hear that Yuan Zhen died of illness in Wuchang. When Yuan Zhen's coffin was transported back to his hometown in Xianyang, Shaanxi, he passed through Luoyang and wrote a eulogy with tears.
"Come and dream together at night, and in the morning, tears can't be collected." In the dream, Lotte and Wei meet again, and they walk hand in hand. They may talk about world events and dawn. May denounce officialdom storm, officialdom dirty; You may laugh at evil villains and hypocrites ... but dreams always wake up! Tears wet Lotte's handkerchief, and tears didn't mean to wipe it. At that time, Lotte was an old man in his twilight years. He remembered a poem that Yuan Zhen shared with him. There are two sentences in the poem: "I was absent from my mind due to illness today, and I was idle in my dreams but I didn't dream of you." Indeed, you can't meet each other when you are alive, and you can comfort acacia when you dream. It's sad to dream that you can't see it! However, the dream after the death of an old friend is more painful! Knowing that I will never see you again in my life, I recall the lost time again and again. Every time I recall it, it is better than the helpless sadness over and over again! Death cuts off all possible ideas!
"Zhangpu is sick three times, and Xianyang grass trees return to autumn eight times." Lotte said that he had been ill in Zhangpu several times, and Chang 'an had been planting grass for eight years without knowing it. Time flies, after Yuan Zhen's death, Lotte fidgeted old bones and just watched the grass grow in Chang 'an indifferently. If only people's life could be as long as grass, just like Lotte wrote a farewell message to the old grass when he was 17 years old: "Wildfire will not devour people, and the spring breeze will blow high." It has been nine years since Lotte and Yuan Zhen broke up, and there will be several years before Lotte dies. Lotte's birth and death, without Yuan Zhen's participation!
"You bury the bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world." Yuan Zhen was buried under the grave, and the soil eroded his body. Perhaps it has already turned to dust with the soil, and Lotte is only temporarily living on earth with white hair. Lotte is a "simple" meditator: detached, upright, open and frank. This sentence is the expression of white poetry, which seems simple in letter and form, but has deep feelings and connotations. I thought of my grandfather, who died not long ago. Many times, when our loved ones are alive, we are ashamed to share with others the praise we have quietly written about them, especially unwilling to let them see it for themselves. Now, my grandfather's soul is buried in the soil. He is the last place in the world, just a small urn under a cement stone tablet. My family buried my grandfather and my grandmother who died in 13. When writing these words, I remember that my grandfather always wiped the sacrificial frames of my great-grandfather, great-grandmother and grandmother before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, and looked at them with ecstasy. But now, he is buried deep underground. Who will wipe his brand-new sacrificial frame? I'll never know anything about my grandfather again. Will his left leg, which was disabled on business in his early years, suffer from rheumatism? The grave should be a wet and cold place, right? I can't stand the thought of it. There is a cruel saying: "We will die for a long time". When Lotte wrote this poem, it was not because there were no friends around him, nor was it because enemies flooded. Rafat once said, "People who have neither friends nor enemies are ordinary people." . Lotte happens to be not an ordinary person. He has many friends in his life, such as Li Shangyin, whom he will never forget. It is precisely because of this that after nine years, Lotte's yearning for friends is even more precious!
"Han Weilang went to the next time, but he was ignorant at night." awei was Yuan Zhen's youngest son and son-in-law. They are all dead, and the graves are dark. Can you know this? Lotte, who has lived for a long time, witnessed the departure of his younger generation. On the one hand, the living want to know the situation of the dead, on the other hand, the living always pray for the dead with new things in the world, even though they know it is futile, they still have this hope. There is a sentence in nineteen ancient poems: "People who leave should be friendly to those who come." . What a sad heart it is for Lotte to see that the dead have been gone for several years and those who have come have become dead!
Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Bai Juyi
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry, Wrong Time", Picking Mulberry, Wrong Time
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west. Writing the scenery, falling flowers, mourning the autumn to the knife, tears failed to open. The scenery is cool, for whom does Yuehua come? Eyebrows to cobwebs, thinking of moss. The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed. If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms. -In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Jiang Yan's "Mourning Room Man"
Autumn leaves the knife and falls, but tears fail to open.
The scenery is cool, for whom does Yuehua come?
Eyebrows to cobwebs, thinking of moss.
The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed.
If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms. Mourn the past, eternal amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Five Lisao Poems, Part IV" Five Lisao Poems, Part IV
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Love, Philosophy and Mourning 100 Early Education Ancient Poetry