The last sentence and the next sentence of the old museum last year

Last year, the last sentence on the old pavilion was a new word, a glass of wine, and the next sentence was when did the sun set?

The ancient poem "Huanxisha, a new poem and a glass of wine" Song Yanshu, a new poem and a glass of wine, is old last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

Huan Wen, a great fu in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, passed by Jincheng and used to be a civil servant in Langya. He planted willows in the city with his own hands, and he doesn't want to see you again after many years. The saplings, which were once less than a finger, have grown into strong trees.

Looking at the fuzzy lines on the tough trunk, it seems to have penetrated the vicissitudes of the years. Huan Wen, who has been through battle, burst into tears: How can people be worthy of this?

At that time, the northern territory of the State of Jin fell into the hands of the former Qin Dynasty, and Huan Wen led an army northward to restore the great rivers and mountains of the Central Plains. However, Lu Chen in the Central Plains has existed for a long time, and the old people are dying, and the new generation has no intention of rejuvenating the country.

Therefore, when he saw the willow planted by himself when he was young, he would sigh: the vegetation is ruthless, life is easy to get old, the hero of the past is dead, and he wasted half his life in front of him, so his ambition to rejuvenate the country may be difficult to realize.

In Huan Wen, the thrill of time passing is mixed with feelings of home and country, and he shed tears of lofty aspirations.

And hundreds of years later, although Yan Shu, like Huan Wen, held the power of state affairs in his hand, he lived in an era that had long lost the lofty sentiments of the past, leaving only a group of peace and beauty, so his lament for time was not as intense and generous as that of Huan Wen, and he burst into tears. At most, it's just a sigh between pavilions.

The year when Yan Shu entered Beijing as an official happened to be the first year of Zhenzong Jingdezhen (AD 1004). At this time, the Northern Song Dynasty and Liao signed an alliance named Yuan. No matter whether this Covenant humiliated the country or not, at least at the expense of less than 2% of the military expenditure, it was exchanged for more than a hundred years of peace in Song and Liao Dynasties.

In such a peaceful world, although Yan Shu was involved in politics, it happened that there were no waves in politics. He had plenty of time to drink and write lyrics, wander in the courtyard, and observe the blooming of a flower and the migration of a swallow.

He can perceive the subtle traces of time from many ordinary things, and he can consider all the thoughts in his heart over and over again until they are quietly precipitated and turned into clear and distant words.