Today is the 7th day that I followed the beautiful girl professor Zheng Xiaoqian to learn to copy books, she copied books, and I copied poems. I copied the self-interpretation of Tang poems and Song Ci by my good friend Sanhong.
Today, Sanhong's interpretation is the Song Dynasty poet Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha"
Yan Shu [yàn shū] (991-1055) was a famous lyricist, poet, and essayist from Linchuan City, Fuzhou Prefecture of the Northern Song Dynasty (present-day Shahe, Wengang Town, Jinxian County, Jiangxi, located under the Xiangnan Peak, whose father was Fuzhou Fuli Jiejie), and was the first prime minister of Fuzhou at that time. Yan Shu and his seventh son Yan Jidao (1037-1110), known as "Dayan" and "Xiaoyan" in the Northern Song Dynasty at that time
The content of Sanhong's interpretation is as follows:
Huan Xi Sha Song Dynasty Yan Shu
A new song of wine a glass of last year's weather old pavilion When the sun sets in the west
Helpless flowers fall away déjà vu swallow returns Small garden incense path wandering alone
Poetry Appreciation: Today is Thursday, February 24, the twenty-fourth day of the first month, the smog weather.
Still in the same weather as last year, or in the lively pavilion where everyone gathered last year, I sat quietly for half a day alone, drank a little wine, and brewed a new word. Watching the incomparably beautiful sunset gradually sink to the west, Yiwen na, the brain shell inexplicably grew infinite emotion, when will the sun that has set on the mountain come back? Life, this is what it is, like flowers blossoming and falling, there are always some times when people are lonely and helpless. Those déjà vu little swallows have now flown back. On this path full of fragrant flowers, I was alone, melancholy, and wandering alone.
First of all, the little swallow is a migratory bird, the life expectancy is about 10 years, generally flying back from the south at the spring equinox, and flying away from the north at the autumn equinox. The déjà vu swallow returns, and the time is the spring equinox, March 19 to 22 in the solar calendar.
From a young age, he was dressed in fine clothes and jade food, and when he became an adult, he was rich and prosperous, and there were few words and deeds in his poems, let alone those who were sad and sad, and he often expressed a kind of long-term affection or sentimentality common to all human beings.
All his life, Yan Chengxiang likes to call friends and friends, sets up banquets every day, and is a person who has no feast and no joy. Last year's weather old pavilion, small garden incense path wandering alone. One afternoon at the spring equinox, Lord Yan drank alone, soaked the bubbles alone, and felt that something was wrong when he moistened it. Hey? This time last year, there was a large group of people who accompanied me to drink and write poetry and enjoy singing and dancing here. How can I be alone today, so lonely, so lonely, wandering alone! What about people, what about my people?
Accustomed to the group life of singing and dancing, suddenly falling single, it is inevitable that there will be some regret and sentimentality in the heart. This is the reason why some leading cadres are not very adaptable after retirement.
Good morning, friends and family.
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