The south wind knows my mind

Yi Mei Xizhou, fold Mei sent north. Single shirt apricot red, double temples crow chick color.

Where is West Chau? Cross the bridge with two OARS. The wind blows the mortar tree.

Under the tree is the door, and in the door there is mother-of-pearl. Open the door Lang not to go out to pick red lotus.

In autumn, lotus flowers are above one's head. Bow to get lotus seeds, lotus seeds as clear as water.

Lotus Huai sleeve, lotus heart thoroughly red. The Lang Lang is not to, look up to faye.

Hong Fei full west continent, Wang Lang brothel. Building high can not see, the sun railing head.

Railings twelve songs, hand as bright as jade. Rolling curtain day from high, the sea water shake empty green.

The sea dream leisurely, you worry about me. The south wind knows my meaning, blowing dream of West Continent.

-- Anonymous "Song of the West Continent"

She stayed for a long time on this small Jiang Zhu, surrounded by vast white water, occasionally a leaf boat broke the water, the calm water was broken, to the shore, gradually smoke curling. This human fireworks with a warm taste of rare. Before he left, he used to watch the wind and moon side by side.

Because I miss him, I come to Xizhou, where I once met him. With a hand as white as jade, break off a branch plum. It's in bud, so it's ready to bloom when it reaches you.

There is nothing in the south. A gift of spring.

Such as that month out of the man, for fame, for livelihood cold beauty. It used to hide the man's fame and wealth, gradually just know that not everyone can be a white horse light Qiu Jinyi young Lang, in many cases, in order to a future plan, must leave his wife to go, uprooted.

Such as the Yuefu poem of men and women, women sing: welcome down Yangzhou, send Jiangjin bend, willing to pole the oar fold, cross Lang also.

The man replied, "A pole's fold should be more sought, and an oar fold should be more secure. They are officials.

The girl heard that the beau was going out of the country and came to see the girl off. She hoped that the beau's pole would be broken and not allowed, so that he had to come back to her as soon as possible. The male replied in the song, I had to look for the new one, and I had to put on the new one after the break. I'm a member of the government's family, so I can't come back so easily.

A song and answer in endless sorrow. I read Yuefu when I was very young. I liked it at first, just because Yuefu looked like a folk song. I knew what it meant even with a hint of guessing. Later like Yuefu, because gradually cool heart, in the full confession total read people in the world quagmire to join out of the passion and pain.

All living beings are like lotus flowers. Whether they rise from the nodes or sink to the bottom of the lotus pool, they all struggle with the same reluctance.

The OARS came and went, and she swung away in the early twilight, with a branch of plum blossom in her hand...

The lonely shrike was crying in the sky, and the acetable-tree was blooming and falling, and it was midsummer, and the plum had been sent by mail for many days, and there was no reply from him. I think it's only one of these days.

Even if the mind is uncertain, will also dress up neatly, do not, open the door to see you, I am so scribbled me.

Be dressed clothes, when households clear Qu. To be easy and generous, let the people who come back from afar see the wonderful and orderly side of life at first sight, even if the heart is so disorderly, but also to play a harmonious movement. Convince him that the person awaiting his return is independent and resilient. Don't show weakness, let him feel more tired after a long trip.

I read "open the door Lang not to go out to pick red lotus" suddenly lonely joy to unspeakable. Loneliness is feeling the loneliness of emotion, you carefully deliver, but no one to receive, embarrassing; Joy is suddenly found that they can understand so deep, so honest feelings. I no longer think of her simply as a silly girl. She is not a silly girl who only knows each other. Can understand and bear the heavy responsibility of life, will not give up eating for choking, miss mountain still know to go out to work. Just like the modern woman who is lovelorn at the weekend, crying at home and going to work on Monday, this is not to be brave, this is mature. Under the weight of missing can still be sober, than lie down in the missing grinding to crisp more.

Many years ago, Mr. Zhu Ziqing came to the lotus pond in Qinghua Garden in Beijing on a charming moonlight night and stood quietly. The milky moonlight soothed his restless heart for several days. The lotus pond under the moonlight gave birth to the classic work of modern Chinese prose -- Moonlight in the Lotus Pond.

That year, I was only in grade Two. Now looking at the past, this article is too embellished, metaphor is also very ordinary. There is no teacher blindly praise so good, can spread for a long time about the reason is because Mr. Has a quiet heart, the article is quiet.

Only quiet, naive can be long. Poetry should not be brave enough to be useless, as if forcing others into the wall, and they have no room for change. This is the reason why articles as distant as Tao Yuanming and as recent as Zhu Ziqing can be handed down from generation to generation. In Mr. Zhang's article, he quoted a line from the Song of the West Zhou, "Gathering lotus flowers in the South Pond in autumn, the lotus flowers are above one's head. The lotus seeds are as clear as water."

This simple 20 words, appropriately expressed the lotus pond image, and then became a representative image of Jiangnan. Because this image is so clear and beautiful, when I was young, I always wanted to pick lotus seeds in the lotus pond and experience the artistic conception of ancient poetry. Unfortunately, when I occasionally went to the countryside, the lotus had not yet opened, or the pool of lotus had withered. A couple of times I met the lotus bloom just right, and I could not find the boat to launch. After a long time, my family did not allow me to go under the lotus pond alone for fear of an accident. It is obviously unrealistic to imagine the realm of ancient poetry in front of a group of people who are sitting there fearing something bad will happen to you. The dream of making a lotus boat alone has not been realized until now, and now the pollution is so serious that lotus seeds are less and less, and collecting lotus seems even more unrealistic. The dream is far away, so I still continue to think of lotus open in the poem for the time being.

Back in the poem, she was actually gathering lotus. Collecting lotus is not only elegant, but also work, but its work and elegance is the scenery of the world. Elegance must come out of life to have weight.

"Lotus" and "pity" homophonic. Lotus seeds remind her of her lover. The lotus seeds will be carefully collected, love the mind such as ripe fruit. The word "red" is very beautiful, not only a symbol of the two hearts in love, but also shows the girl's shy feelings. "Thoroughly red" and "clear water" corresponding, born color, sentient, less this word. Not only these two sentences, but also the following two sentences are pale in comparison.

Abominable is, fatigue can not drive away missing. She stepped up the tall building, not to see the scenery but to see more clearly whether he delivered the message, no longer mind how others think. Xizhou Yao Yao, not from you, the sunset floor. A swan goose has no books.

Rolling curtain see the river clear as green, the beauty is not pleasant. Sometimes, a person to get him, like to get all the scenery of the world, lose him, even beautiful moments, is void.

She was missing to conquer, the conquest is like Chang 'an made a sad gesture to end the love of this life once, to the stubborn posture will freeze life, and miss, germination in the south of the river water township Nantang unfettered mood, was also marked by the woman. Since the lingering, is her acacia posture, moving is to lower the head to get lotus seeds, static is leaning on the railing Yuanwang, drooping hands as bright as jade. Every move has the smoke water breath of Jiangnan.

Balustrade twelve songs, I have seen such a pavilion song bar. In ancient Huizhou, women used to lean lazily on the beauty bank and count the railings waiting for men to return.

Waiting, in some moments is really a woman can not escape the fate. Not for a man, but for love.

"Xizhou Song" is the most beautiful lyric poetry in the Yuofu of the Southern Dynasty, but not only write feelings, even landscape also opened a new heaven and earth, like Nuwa mending the sky and creating human beings, the big sky was still opened by a woman here. Rolling curtain day from high, the sea water shake empty green. Out of the "spring river flower moon night" scenery weather, Zhang Ruoxu lonely piece horizontal, eventually become everyone. It was the little girl's thoughts that started it. The conclusion is more rare, I do not know how much meaning to be Li Bai. His "I send my heart with sorrow and the moon, with the wind until Yelang West" (" Hear Wang Changling left to move the dragon sign distant sent this "), "I want to because of the dream of Wu Yue, one night fit into the mirror Lake moon" (" Sleepwalking Tianmu singing leave ") and "The wind blows my heart, West hanging Xianyang tree" (" Jin Township sent Wei Eight to the West capital "), etc., are obviously inspired by the "West Zhou Song" in the "South wind knows my mind, blowing dream of West Zhou".

The sea dream leisurely, you worry about me. The south wind knows my meaning, blowing dream of West Continent. Such as the dishonest female charm, in the flower under the moon repeatedly. It appears in the poems of later generations.

Up to now, there are still some places in the south where the river does not distinguish between the sea and the sea, and the crossing of the river is only the crossing of the sea. The so-called sea dream is only the river dream long, and the word "sea" shows the vast expanse and the personal love between heaven and earth. Even this love poem is no longer a person's love poem, but generations of people.

But I can't believe Liang Wudi did it. It is possible for this man, who is steeped in Buddhism, to write a few verses, otherwise he would not be able to talk about Zen with the Buddha, but the foundation must be worldly and superficial. For him, Buddhism is not a flower blossoming out of an untarred heart, but more like a woman playing with flowers on the temples of her fingers, an arty and elegant decoration. So the Dharma would cross the river and abandon him.

It is difficult for him to feel so deeply and deeply. As an emperor, it is difficult for him to feel the pain of lovesickness so thoughtfully. I am afraid it is not accurate to include Jiang Yan in the name, or Guo Maoqian is better, simply classified into the ancient Ci, come without restraint, go without trace, but just in line with the natural nature of this poem.