Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold. Originality _ Translation and Appreciation

Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold. -Song Yang Wanli "Autumn is cool and late" Autumn is not inevitable, and light cold is just a pleasant day. Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold.

The green pools are all red, but the lotus leaves are still open with the smallest money. Autumn, lyrical scenery. Is autumn really a sad season? Not necessarily. Slight cold is the most comfortable weather.

Although the green lotus leaf is almost finished, the pink lotus leaf is still in full bloom, and the newly grown lotus leaf is as big as the smallest copper coin. Translation and annotation translation

Autumn wind is rustling, autumn rain is rustling, everything seems so bleak and cold, so autumn is the easiest time to make people feel sad, but the poet said in his poem that people think that autumn air makes people sad, but it is not necessarily the case, with a slight chill. Isn't this a pleasant season?

Although all the red lotus flowers in the green pond have fallen, new leaves as round as copper coins have grown in the lotus leaves. Express a feeling of vitality and hope.

To annotate ...

Karen: This is desirable.

Rainbow (with the same sound as "ditch"): Rainbow is a lotus. Red lotus is red lotus.

But: here we mean complete and exhausted.

Minimum money: the new lotus leaf is as big as a small copper coin.

This poem fully expresses the poet's optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life. Because of the author's careful observation, vivid description and sincere feelings, it is interesting and touching. Yang Wanli, Zi Tingxiu, Ming Chengzhai, male, Han nationality. Jizhou Jishui (now Jishui County, Jiangxi Province) people. Outstanding poets in Southern Song Dynasty, together with You Mao, Fan Chengda and Lu You, are called "Four Poets of Zhongxing" and "Four Poets of Southern Song Dynasty". Yang Wanli

Qiu Lai's sorrow is deeper, and Dave's moths are shallower. I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain. Chen Fei at night. Go to Qiu Guang, the dark Chang 'an Road. On the river, the autumn geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. After a long time, Jinbo gradually turned and the Millennium was covered with moss. It's a lonely autumn in Yun Qi, and it's a little cold at night. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and the flocks of birds leave Nanxiang. Closing the river is quiet, dry and warm, leaning against the sunset and complaining about late autumn. The wind is tight and the geese are high, but the trees are endless. Jade man fishes and straightens the hook. The bright moon is in the sky, and the pool pavilion comes into the autumn night. Poetry becomes a self-written red leaf, and I hate sending it to the east. The mountains and mountains are far away, the moon wavelength, and the twilight clouds and autumn shadows soak in Xiaoxiang. In autumn, the trees are growing, the leaves are yellow, the birds are in the mountains, and they gather in the bud mulberry. It has its own sentimental place, and the bright moon hangs on the South Tower.