Li shangyin

Acacia acacia branches, purple phoenix qingluan * * * feather instrument.

The piper on the heartbroken piano platform comes late in the west.

As a poet, Li Shangyin is affectionate. Unfortunately, family ties are always hit by reality. Among the women he loved, too many people were out of reach. And too many feelings are doomed to die without illness. . . When we look back on the past, we can only sigh, dissipate in the wind, drift away with the wind, and then fall gently and silently. . . There are thousands of feelings, and finally there is only one sentence, "and a moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously." I was disconsolate at that time, but now I am confused. I can't go back to myself at that time, because I will start over, and maybe the result will be the same, because some feelings are only known after experience. All the past and present are just memories, nothing more, nothing more. . . This poem was written in the fourth year of Kaicheng (AD 839). The literati tried to eliminate the palace ban by tracing the origin of the slanderous crown prince. At that time, some officials and maids were killed, and the husband and wife were found because of the jade plate given by Yishan. Both of them died for fear of sin. After the death of the husband and wife, Li Shangyin was very sad and angry when he heard the bad news, so he wrote many mourning poems. This is one of them. All the romance, all the romance has become an endless dream of spring. Once the sweetness is gone, when he knows all this, many people can't get it back. . . As the sun sets, spring quietly passes away, and everything is too late. . . It is too late. . Li Shangyin had too many affairs in his life. However, lovers are unattainable women. It is said that he loves concubines, ladies-in-waiting, Taoist women and others. These women are like flowers in the mirror, untouchable, which may be doomed to no result for the people he loves. Yishan had a wife with deep feelings, but she died prematurely and her beauty was gone. So in the heart of a mountain, the pain caused by love may be extremely profound. After repeated physical and mental failure, Yishan had to recall. Because, recalling is to give up the once-enriched belief and shrink back from life. But these memories are also the last guardian and the purest beauty in a mountain heart. Remembering in lovesickness, remembering in lovesickness and recalling the past, is it to give up that once-in-a-lifetime love? Do you still remember your past ideals and beliefs, and the lofty sentiments of your youth emerge in your mind? Maybe these are all here.

Sad memories, crying lovesickness, hopeless love and disillusioned life are intertwined with a sad swan song. A mountain's life burns endless memories and lovesickness in the ashes, and turns to ashes in endless memories and lovesickness. Love, ambition, life-long memory, acacia until it turns to ashes, but the acacia and memory in the ashes will always leave a group of feelings for future generations. Everything will pass, everything will pass, and nothing will be left. . . The rest. . . There is an emotion called acacia, which is a good wine with a long aftertaste. This wine, as bright and dazzling as rouge, has the enchanting charm of flowers on the other side. People who are crazy about love are easily attracted by the magnificence and beauty of this acacia wine, and often tilt their necks back without thinking and swallow this seemingly gentle and sweet acacia wine. Throughout the ages, the literati who drank this cup of lovesickness wrote many heartbroken poems with colorful colored pens, which rendered this lingering and confusing lovesickness emotion to the extreme and made countless people looking for marriage willing to where will you go. What kind of ecstasy is this lovesickness? Let the sentimental woman worry about Cui Dai's eyebrows and spend it alone every day; A hero who is brave and courageous, if he doesn't think about it, he will forget it, and he will have no words to care for, and tears will flow for thousands of lines. What kind of unbearable torture is this lovesickness? My mind is haunted, my eyebrows are low, I keep cutting them, and my mind is still confused. Before the wine arrives, I will cry first, and I often get sick before the end of the day, so I don't care if my face is thin in the mirror. What kind of lovesickness is this? Dare not lean on the railing alone, lovesickness has no door to send, eyes add new worries, skirts gradually widen without regret, which makes people haggard for Iraq. The vast sea of people, the rolling world of mortals, how many wonderful stories of joys and sorrows, love and hate are staged every day, and which of all sentient beings is the review of my past life and the expectation of this life? Buddha said, looking back 500 times in the past life, this life passed by. So, who can drive me crazy in my life, how many years should I kneel? That man, maybe I can't see his face clearly, maybe I can't hear his voice, but as long as I can feel his breath and look at his graceful clothes, I will burst into tears. If I really meet such a person, it will be my destiny. I'm afraid I can't escape the confusion and confusion of lovesickness. However, acacia wine is too strong, too mellow and too sweet for me to taste. Love can never be rational, and it is hard to be self-sustaining when you invest. In the face of such a beautiful acacia carmine, how can you not taste it? I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll love you deeply if I look at you. I'm afraid I'm afraid that Acacia, a mellow wine, will be drunk for half a lifetime as long as it is drunk. Dare not provoke acacia, dare not taste acacia. I'm afraid I can't resist the temptation of lovesickness, I'm afraid my enemies can't stand the suffering of lovesickness, and I'm afraid my fragile personality can't stand the changes of lovesickness. Dare not provoke acacia, dare not ask acacia. Fear and lovesickness make people old. Afraid, acacia will eventually become empty. Fear, wandering heart nowhere to go, fear, cold tears homeless. Dare not provoke lovesickness, dare not hurt lovesickness. I'm afraid I can easily see it when I'm away, I'm afraid I'm annoyed by passion, I'm afraid I'm drunk for no reason, I'm afraid I'm in tears and I can't speak, I'm afraid I'll lose my heart when I'm idle, and I'm afraid I'll lose my soul and have nowhere to find it. Dare not provoke acacia, dare not infatuate with acacia. I'm afraid that under the paper umbrella held high by the admired person, there is another gentle and lovely woman who is immersed in similar happiness with affectionate gaze. I am afraid that there is another woman in the broad and warm arms of my lover and under the strong care, as naive and naughty as caressing the songs of the same prime minister. Dare not provoke lovesickness, dare not blame lovesickness. Fear, ruined a lifetime of haggard, just a few dusk. I'm afraid that what I swallow in a hurry is the sweetness of acacia, but slowly, constantly, it's the tears left by the wine after the sorrow, and the rouge that makes them lose their beauty after waking up. Inch tender feelings, Ying Ying pink tears, sitting alone also contains eyebrows. How many tears are hateful to lean on. How sad it is when the beauty in the wall is smiling and drifting away. Acacia this wine, pour out just a shallow bowl, but there are thousands of feelings, tastes, such as drinking water, cold and warm self-knowledge. Reluctant to leave, reluctant to recall the beginning, afraid to provoke acacia ... I don't want to say acacia. . .