What does it mean to have a tiger sniffing a rose in your heart and where does it come from?

In my heart, the tiger smells the roses. This is an immortal epigram written by the English poet Siegfried Sassoon. Mr. Yu Guangzhong translated it into a tiger sniffing roses in my heart. In other words, human nature has two sides, and the opposite human nature is harmonious. Everyone has a tiger in his heart, but there are still roses outside the den. Tigers sometimes smell roses, and their busy and ambitious ambitions are moved by tenderness and beauty. They will stop and quietly appreciate the beauty given to them by nature and the calmness given to them by life. The human heart is also a two-sided body of tigers and roses. Without roses, it will inevitably become vulgar, without tigers, it will be timid and lose spirit. Of course, the strength of tigers and roses in everyone's heart is also different. Someone's heart is a tiger's den, and a few roses in the den are inevitably trampled by tigers; Someone's heart is a garden, and the tiger in the garden can't help being intoxicated by the fragrant tide. Therefore, the former is close to masculinity, while the latter is close to femininity. However, crushed roses can still bloom, and drunken tigers sometimes wake up. One day, an anonymous person added, "After the banquet, she was in tears.". No dog's tail continues to mink, but it seems to believe in nature. In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears. When such a confrontation, a contradiction, a concern and an idea are born in our little hearts, this feeling makes people quiet and peaceful, but love can't be in its heyday forever. One day, the tiger will still be the same tiger, with sharp claws and cold eyes. And roses, no matter how beautiful, will eventually wither. About the tiger sniffing roses, it will always be just a beautiful fragment in memory, and then later, there will be sadness. Love is always blown away by wind and rain, always like this. Attachment: Yu Guangzhong's Prose on Tiger Sniffing Roses I have seen such a photo and like it very much. Philip Burkart sat on the sofa, his hands crossed on his chest, his lips closed and he looked straight ahead. I can see that he is not relaxed. He looks like a little beast. But the subtleties are handled. I don't know which sister PS the original picture, put it on a black background, wrapped around vines, and put a white carnation in the original clenched hand. This is extremely cold, but it hides a different enchanting. People can't help but be in a trance. Is it a demon or an elf who has strayed into the world of mortals? I didn't like the child at first, so I was indifferent to the hype of others. What I want to listen to is music. No matter how good it looks, it's just a stinking skin. Yes, I found that I began to like him, because of his persistence in music, because of his understanding and perception of music, because of his interpretation of music-I believe this is a child who is singing with his heart. Yes, he is just a child, too. Not so much scheming, not so much scheming ... just kids who simply like to sing rock and roll. "I hope my music can arouse everyone's * * *" "Dreams can be realized by themselves" "Ordinary people can do great things" I heard a proud heart singing, and countless customs were born between shallow singing and singing. Seeing him standing on the stage and listening to him sing often makes people feel trance. There seems to be a little beast in front of me, proud but puzzled, biting this chaotic world with its sharp claws. There is no cynical disdain between eyes, but it is crystal clear. We walked through our hearts, stabbing tiny wounds and sowing seeds everywhere, but looking back, we saw roses everywhere, enchanting and dazzling. "There is a tiger sniffing roses in my heart." The romantic story of Siegfried Sassoon has been bothering me. Yes, so we watched him running in the dense forest and wilderness. Even though he was covered with tiny scars, he still gently kissed those ungrateful roses. Looking up, it is full of love and pain that is integrated into breathing.