Bodhisattva Man, Spring Clouds Blow Away the South Curtain of Yuhu Lake Original _ Translation and Appreciation

Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere. A wicker, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite. -In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man Spring Clouds Blow Xiang Curtain Rain" Bodhisattva Man Spring Clouds Blow Xiang Curtain Rain, Spring Clouds Blow Xiang Curtain Rain, and Sticking Butterflies are still alive. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.

A wicker, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite. Lyric Translation and Annotation Translation of Scenery Description

In the evening of spring, the rain outside the curtain disappeared, and the flying flocs stuck to the wings of the butterfly, making it want to fly and live. Living alone in a tall building, you can only feel the cold spring breeze blowing from all directions without anyone to accompany you.

The wicker outside the building has condensed into light smoke and falls on the Yuanyang tile on the roof at dusk. Don't lean on the fence and overlook. The endless distant mountains in the sunset can only cause endless sadness in your heart.

Appreciating the uptown, the poet wrote the scene of the protagonist's independent small building in a step-by-step way. In the first two sentences, the hero saw the clouds and rain outside the building, and the flying catkins led the butterfly's footsteps, and the scenery was bleak. Such a beautiful scenery can not help but make people daydream. Next, the poet immediately fell back and said, "People are in the Jade Building, and the building is high and windy." These two sentences are in sharp contrast with the scenery outside the building. The hero can only look at the beautiful spring scenery in the distance in the small building, but when he looks back around, he only feels the cool breeze blowing gently, revealing the faint sadness in the hero's heart.

The first two sentences of the next chapter continue to write spring scenery, and the scenery blends in: the willows outside the building are green, the twilight is looming, the smoke cage is green, and the people in the building have worries in their hearts, and what is caged in their hearts is smoke-like melancholy, thus forcing out two sentences: "Look from afar without leaning on the bar." In this misty color, you can only see the sunset gradually sinking. " The last two sentences have the same effect as "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night".

The specific creation date of the word "creative background" has been impossible to verify. "Injury to Spring", as a unique complex of ancient China literati, has long existed in various poems and songs. Scholars are always sentimental, and everything in nature may arouse thousands of thoughts. Nalan, known as "Little Li Yu", is delicate and sensitive, and is no exception. Bodhisattva Man is his work that hurts the spring from the perspective of thinking about women. Nalan Xingde (1655- 1685), a native of Manzhouli, Rong Ruo, was one of the most famous poets in Qing Dynasty. His poem "Nalan Ci" enjoys a high reputation in the Qing Dynasty and even in the whole China ci circle, and also occupies a dazzling position in the history of China literature. He lived in the period of Manchu-Han integration, and the rise and fall of his aristocratic family was typical of the state affairs related to the dynasty. Although he served the emperor, he yearned for a dull experience. The special living environment background, coupled with personal transcendental talent, makes his poetry creation present a unique personality and distinctive artistic style. The "Mulan Ling Imitates Ancient Ci" that has been handed down to this day, "If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? Waiting for leisure to change, so popular, but easy to change. " Rich artistic conception is one of his many representative works. Nalanxingde

There are thousands of trees in the south of the north bridge, and the green smoke and golden ears reflect the clear stream. The green boudoir has peeped at people, and the green dye is soft with thick rain. Don't hate bad luck, feel sorry for yourself. Saiyuan is more or less a homesick guest, and keeps a long strip for long-distance travel. -Zhu Ming's official bridge willow color

There are thousands of trees in the south of the north bridge, and the green smoke and golden ears reflect the clear stream.

The green boudoir has peeped at people, and the green dye is soft with thick rain.

Don't hate bad luck, feel sorry for yourself.

Saiyuan is more or less a homesick guest, and keeps a long strip for long-distance travel. Willow, writing scenery, lyrically bid farewell to ugliness. On the fifth day of the first month, the weather is clear and peaceful, and the scenery is leisurely and beautiful, and it is adjacent to Eelsen. Facing the long stream, looking at Zengcheng in the distance, carp jumps in the evening and seagulls fly in the wind. The blessed people in the south have their old names, and they are no longer sighing. If my husband has been to the city and no one picks him up, he stands out in the middle and thinks of Lingshan in the distance. He has a good name. I am happy with my shortcomings and write poems at a speed of * * *. Sadly, the sun and moon will go, and I won't stay in my year. Every village is sparsely populated to commemorate its time. On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, my life will be retired. I think in my arms and travel here in the morning. The air and the sky are only clear, and the class sits in the far stream. The faint turbulence rotates, and the idle valley screams seagulls. Jiongze distracted his eyes, but Myanmar saw Zeng Qiu. Although it is a 10% discount show, Gu Zhan is unparalleled. Holding a kettle to pick up guests and couples will pay more to attract them. Unknown from now on, should it be like this? Stay away from love in the middle, forget the care for thousands of years. And be happy today, tomorrow is not what you want. -Wei Tao, Jin Yuanming, Biography of You Xie, Biography of You Xie

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

On the fifth day of the first month of Xin Chou, the sky was clear and the scenery was leisurely and beautiful. Eelsen and I were traveling in Xiechuan. Facing the long stream, looking at Zengcheng in the distance, carp jump in the evening and seagulls fly in the wind. The blessed people in the south have their old names, and they are no longer sighing. If my husband has been to the city and no one picks him up, he stands out in the middle and thinks of Lingshan in the distance. He has a good name. I am happy with my shortcomings and write poems at a speed of * * *. Sadly, the sun and moon will go, and I won't stay in my year. Every village is sparsely populated to commemorate its time.

On the fifth day of the new year, I

I began to read the full text. On the fifth day of the first month of Xin Chou, it was calm and the scenery was leisurely and beautiful. Eelsen and I traveled in Xiechuan. Facing the long stream, looking at Zengcheng in the distance, carp jump in the evening and seagulls fly in the wind. The blessed people in the south have their old names, and they are no longer sighing. If my husband has been to the city, no one can rely on him, and he is outstanding in the middle, thinking of Lingshan in the distance, he has a good reputation. I am happy with my shortcomings and write poems at a speed of * * *. Sadly, the sun and moon will go, and I won't stay in my year. Every village is sparsely populated to commemorate its time.

Scenery, lyricism, last year and today's depression, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village of Gyeonggi" in the Tang Dynasty is entitled "South Village of Gyeonggi"

Tang Dynasty: Cui Hu

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