Disturb the clues, be ruthless by the years, fade away from youth. Originality _ Translation and Appreciation

Disturb the clues, be ruthless by the years, fade away from youth. -Yuan Haowen of the Jin Dynasty asked "Jade Leaks Late, Singing a Cup" to disturb the clues, and was ruthless by the years and gradually drifted away. The Xijiang River returns to the road, the southwest is envious, and the forest is high. When you are promoted slightly, the world is tired and bitter. Unlike in the Kirin Hall, it is out of tune with the nest. Laugh at yourself, blame me nominally, and scream for half your life.

Disturb the clues, be ruthless by the years, fade away from youth. Zhong Dingshan Forest, how long has it been? The autumn insects on the four walls rain at night, and there are even more residual lights slanting. Bright in the mirror, white hair and body. Graceful and restrained, expressing sighs and notes ① Xijiang: today's Xichuan, Henan.

2 tall bird: implying a hermit.

③ Qilin Hall: namely Qilin Pavilion. Xuan Di, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, painted eleven heroes on it, including Huo Guang, Zhang Anshi, Zhao Chongguo and Su Wu.

④ Nesters: ancient scholars Chao Fu and Xu You.

⑤ Whispering: A sad voice.

6 disturbance: disturbance.

⑦ Zhong Ding Mountain Forest: Zhong Ding symbolizes wealth. Mountain forest refers to seclusion. Appreciate this is a lyric. On the first film, write down the sigh that the old country can only look back; The second speech has the same taste of fame and official position; Then write the contradictory mood of hiding but not showing, just crying and not laughing. The next chapter laments that time flies, horses are full of dust, and youth is gone; Mountain forest Zhong Ding, things are indefinite; Autumn insects rain at night, and the lights are gone; Xiaotian's gray hair makes him sad in the mirror. Pitch two rooms, feel sorry for yourself; Except for the "four walls" sentence, the rest of the poem is narrative and lyrical. The style of writing is graceful and graceful, with the beauty of flowing water. Yuan Haowen, the word in it, is from Xiuyong, Taiyuan (now Xinzhou, Shanxi); North Wei Xianbei Tuoba Department, Yuan Hao asked his stepfather Ge Yuan; At the age of seven, he was able to write poems. At the age of fourteen, he studied Hao Tianting and became a scholar in six years. After five years, you won't choose Xingding (122 1); In the first year of Zheng Da (1224), he was a scholar with a macro character, who was awarded Confucianism, compiled by the national history, and passed the county orders of Zhenping, Nanyang and Neixiang. In the autumn of eight years (123 1), he was called to the capital and transferred to a foreign minister except Shangshu Province and Zuosi. Jin Wu was not an official, and Yuan Xianzong died in Lujia for seven years; Poetry and prose works were very important in the Jin and Yuan Dynasties. Poetry has a gloomy style and hurts people. Thirty quatrains in On Poetry occupy a very important position in the history of China's literary criticism. He is the author of One Mountain Collection, also known as One Mountain Collection, and the editor-in-chief of Zhongzhou Collection. Yuan Haowen

I would like to ask whether the tree-tree-tree-tree-fragrance-film is also in acacia, 000 points, red flowers have become tears. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky. * * * spend a song, miserable. Grace is not as good as favor, but peaches and plums hurt the spring breeze. The wind and clouds are surging, and it is sunny and rainy. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. I used to accompany the clouds to dusk, and I still accompany the sunset to the autumn sound. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn. A big tree has no branches to the north wind, and it regrets crying heroes for ten years. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night. The sadness of parting, looking at the endless spring grass, reminds me of their love with their sweetheart when they just spit incense on the roadside. There is nowhere to worry about, ask what the dream of three lives is. I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes. Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down. Cao Fang smoke Nanpu Road, don't look at Qingshan with tears.