Appreciation of Nalan's poem "Dianjiang Lip, Huanghuacheng Morning Looking at Five Nights and Cold"

Huanghuacheng watched the night lights in the morning, and the snow lay flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on. I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese.

Word translation

The geese flew back to their hometown. They waved their wings, just like waving handfuls of scissors. They cut something on the way. Is the snow like flowers in the past, and now it is like snow? I'd better go, Yang Liu Yiyi. Today I think, is it raining? Or, or not. You only know that you can't bear to leave in the willow green season, and you can't come back in the snowy season. When you are homesick, you can sing a faint sadness and sadness. And your greatest wish is-when you are old, you can take off the armor of this bodyguard. In the long-abandoned garden, plant some trees, tune a lute and fill in a poem that is indifferent to the future.

Comment and analysis

After Lushi's death, Nalan traveled north with the emperor, and he was exiled to Xifeng Mansion in Wan Li, where he lived with the sunset and broken monuments. At this time, the words are even more clanking and refreshing. And such words are still not sad, even if the artistic conception is broadened a lot. For example, this song "Little Red Lip" is like this.

The first part of the word shows the snow scene on a cold night. It's almost dawn, and it's already in the fifth watch. It's snowing heavily and freezing. By the light of snow, the poet saw that the snow was flush with the fence. The word "Ping" in "On the Snow Flat" means that the snow is very heavy and the weather is very cold. It is no longer the dancing snow in "Now that I think about it, the rain and snow are falling", but the snow that has already accumulated into mountains, thus giving people a feeling of freezing. Coupled with the west wind, it disturbed the poet's dream and made it difficult to sleep, so he had to "look at it from the clothes." A "self" wrote the pain of loneliness.

The next step is to sigh. It is inevitable that you will encounter such bad weather in addition to being thousands of miles away from home and bumping! I am very confused about this. "I don't feel like growing up." Sigh what? Perhaps it is a long night of mourning, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger. No one can solve the problem of loneliness. Perhaps it is a sigh that although the sky is vast and far from the shackles, it is still free, or it is a sigh that you are in the desert and thousands of miles away from your hometown. But no matter how mixed feelings, poets always want to get up early and see the sunshine, which seems to be the only relief. Therefore, the poet gave a warm expectation: the morning star will disperse and geese will fly on the beach by the river at the gate. When will it light up?

The whole word is unpretentious, but it contains rhyme in simplicity and is very affectionate in strangeness.