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Translation and Appreciation of the Original undertaker

Autumn leaves the knife and falls, but tears fail to open. The scenery is cool, for whom does Yuehua come? Eyebrows to cobwebs, thinking of moss. The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed. If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms. -In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Jiang Yan's "Mourning Room Man" mourned the room man in autumn, but his tears failed to open.

The scenery is cool, for whom does Yuehua come?

Eyebrows to cobwebs, thinking of moss.

The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed.

If my heart is full of smoke, dysprosium will fill my arms. Mourning and nostalgic appreciation of "Autumn solstice hits Luowan, tears can't be opened". Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting colder. We need to add new clothes as usual. Luo and Wan are both silk fabrics. Before making clothes, spread them on an anvil and mash them with a pestle before making clothes. In ancient poetry works, women often pat their clothes to show their yearning for their relatives who have traveled far away. But in this poem, the poet's beating clothes has caused great sorrow to his wife's life and death. Tamping clothes and making clothes are all women's jobs. If my wife were still alive, she would be very busy at this time, but at this time, her wife has passed away forever. Facing the stacks of Luowan, the poet shed tears again. The silk was covered with tears, and the poet was still standing in disappointment. The word "failure" shows that the poet's heart has gone from ache to numbness, unable to open the silk. These two sentences, from things to people, from people to feelings, contain the author's deep affection.

"The scenery is quiet, who is Yuehua coming for?" The autumn wind rushed into the courtyard gate, shocking the poet who was lost in thought alone, and the bright moonlight came unexpectedly at this time. The poet of "Yuehua" stood till dark, and his words were shallow but deep. Yuehua is a heartless thing, but at this time the poet thinks it is affectionate and understands the joys and sorrows of the world. Then, now that his wife is gone, it still sheds its brilliance on the world, and the poet can't help but ask who it is for. In his view, now that his wife is dead, Elliot Ngok and everything become redundant and meaningless. The language seems unreasonable, but the feelings are real.

"Eyebrows reach cobwebs, thinking of moss", the room is full of cobwebs, and the courtyard is covered with moss, which is desolate and desolate. All this shows that after his wife died, no one did housework; Seeing the death of his beloved wife, the poet was bored and didn't care about anything. At the same time, "cobweb" and "moss" are symbolic here. The poet's yearning for his wife, like this spider web, is entangled in his heart, and the reason is still chaotic. The bleak decline of this dense moss is also a vivid portrayal of his psychological state at the moment. These two sentences skillfully combine tangible cobwebs, moss and intangible psychological activities, forming a profound artistic conception. "Knot eyebrows" means frown, and the word "knot" is just related to cobwebs, and the idea is very clever; The word "Xiang" is more vivid, showing endless grief dripping from the poet's heart and condensing deep and comprehensive love. The two sentences are ingenious and seamless, reflecting Jiang Yan's outstanding talent.

"The temple will be preserved and the belt will not be destroyed." The sideburns are like weeds, and the body is getting thinner, so that the belt seems to be much looser, and the poet has no intention of tightening it. The poet described his image in these two sentences, and the reader seemed to see his haggard and sad appearance. The pain of losing a loved one made him care nothing about his appearance or even his health, which shows how deep his inner pain is.

Jiang Yan (444-505), a famous writer and essayist in Southern Dynasties, was born in Kaocheng, Jiyang, Songzhou (now Minquan County, Shangqiu City, Henan Province). When Jiang Yan was young, his family was poor and studious. At the age of six, he was able to write poems. He lost his father when he was thirteen. At the age of 20, he took office under the protection of Ziyuan Liu, King of Xin 'an, and began his political career. In the Southern Dynasties, Song, Qi and Liang served. Jiang Yan was not very successful in his early career. In the second year of Taishi (466), Jiang Yan was transferred to the screen of Jianping Wang Liu. Jiang Yan was implicated by Guangling to Guo Si, and was framed and imprisoned for accepting bribes. He was released from prison for writing a letter. Liu planned rebellion, and Jiang Yan remonstrated many times, but Liu refused to accept it and demoted Jiang Yan to Jian' an County Order. In the first year of Song and Ming Dynasties (477), Emperor Qi came to power, and he was highly valued since he recalled Jiang Yan, served as a minister of Shang Dynasty and a title of generals in ancient times joined the army. Jiangyan

Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry, Wrong Time", Picking Mulberry, Wrong Time

Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.

Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west. Write about scenery, falling flowers, mourning for love, traveling hand in hand with dreams at night, and crying in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? -Bai Juyi's Dream Micro in Tang Dynasty

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? Mourning Ji Cheng's sense of mountain, this is an appropriate reward for Gao Rang with a sigh. The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight. The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth. You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress. Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station. -Tang Cuijue's Crying Li Shangyin Crying Li Shangyin

Tang Dynasty: Cui Jue

The word "Ji Cheng Xing Lang" means "mountain", and it is appropriate to go back to Gaorang with a sigh.

The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight.

The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth.

You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress.

Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded.

Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come.

A good horse has no owner, but an old heart-to-heart relationship.

∨ Ji Cheng xinglang word mountain, high soil with a sigh.

The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight.

The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth.

You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress.

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