Chapter 30 Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival

Every year in the blue sea, may I ask, for whom is the ice wheel round and round?A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as clear as snow.Looking at it in sorrow, good days and good nights, knowing it all becomes a sad swallow.Only the shadow is now, and it is worthy of being right, the bright moon of the old days. In the flower path, playing hide-and-seek, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye.Remember the light Wan small fan, and several times of cool and hot.Only end up, filled with all kinds of feelings, always boundless, regardless of parting.Once Ziyu was ruthless, Ye Han blew it apart.

【Learn like snow】 The first time I saw this poem was on a friend's very fashionable blog, the dark background set off the words, which is very vivid.That kind of colliding smell, like jasmine blooming before the black dawn, is fragrant and clean.It also makes me feel that the life of poetry is so original, it is not necessarily just antique calligraphy and painting hidden deep in the wooden box.As long as it is worthy of the preciousness, what's wrong with hanging it in the hall to be gorgeous and flamboyant? Since ancient times, there have been endless generations of moon chanters on the Mid-Autumn Festival.Among the outstanding ones, Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou - When Will the Moon Come" is the bold and unrestrained Ci, and Nalan's "Pipa Fairy - Mid-Autumn Festival" is the graceful Ci.This word is written by Rong Ruo in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the words and sentences are extremely gorgeous and elegant.For example, the sentence "It's as clear as snow" is not because Mr. Xianyi doesn't have this character.Xia Que recalls the past, playing hide-and-seek in the flower path, which once caused the sycamore to fall down. It can be seen that the writing must be the past of the youth, and the "light fan" shows that the person remembered is a woman.

When you read it together, you should know that this word is Rong Ruo's memory of his childhood sweetheart on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.This song is very different from Suzi's style, just like Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Feiyan's own styles. Rongruo uses Xiaoling in the long tune, which has a special flavor.When I think of it, there is another work that can almost be regarded as Bihai Niannian's work with the same theme and a different form, and it also expresses the regret of the moonlit night. Who puts the ice wheel in the sea and sky, feeling melancholy and divorced.Don't talk about divorce, but it's worth a good night and there will always be zero tears.

Only Bi Luo should meet again, that is this life.But in this life, when I first felt sad, I recalled Qing again. "When I was worried, I recalled Qing again."The language is simple and affectionate, and the pathos are touching.Sorrow upon sorrow, bitterness upon bitterness.It can also be seen from this that Rong Ruo's mind is desolate and depressed. "Bi Luo" comes from Taoism's "The Book of Saving People": "The beginning of the blue sky is the first day in the east, and it is full of blue clouds, which is the cloud and blue fall." In Bai Juyi's poems, there is "Shang Qiong Bi falls to Huangquan, and the two are boundless." The words said that after the death of the noble concubine, the Ming emperor ordered the alchemists to go all over the world to find it.Rong Ruo said this, indicating that the lover died.

From the scenery to the emotion, it has always been the synaesthesia of poets.Rong Ruo said, "A purple jade is ruthless, and the night cold blows it." There is Xiao Zhuang in the gracefulness, which reminds me of Li Jing's "small building blows through the jade sheng cold" - in the Five Dynasties.The war continued, and Zhao Kuangyin wanted to dominate the world. Although Li Jing was weak, he was not a fatuous person.He saw the decline of the Southern Tang Dynasty, like the lotus leaves in the pool outside the pavilion, and his heart trembled, thinking that his own country would also wither and die under the bitter autumn wind like the lotus leaves.A gust of wind brought the sound of the flute far away, like weeping and complaining. I don't know if it is the rich man who is playing the heartbroken song again.Worrying from the heart, Li Jing quickly wrote a song "Breaking the Huanxi Yarn"--

The fragrance of the hanzi fades away the green leaves, and the westerly wind worries about the blue waves.Still haggard with Shaoguang, it's unbearable.The drizzle dreams of returning to Jisaiyuan, and the small building blows through the Yusheng cold.How many teardrops and how much hate, according to the fence. When he showed the poem to Feng Yansi, Feng Yanji said: "Your Majesty's poem is full of scenes and touching, especially the sentence of Xiaolou blowing through Yushenghan, which is really a masterpiece through the ages." The artistic conception of Jieci is good, but I can't see the worry and fear in Li Jing's heart.I have even forgotten that there is a saying called "the country's unfortunate poet's fortune".The Southern Tang Dynasty was about to perish. No matter how good Li Jing's poems were, as the ruler of a country, he also had an unshirkable responsibility for the country.

The Mid-Autumn Festival moonlight shines, it should be a time for family reunion, but Rong Ruo's heart is as desolate as a desert.It's hard to get rid of the worry by blowing Ziyu Xiao apart. When the moon is short, I will be sad, and when the moon is full, I will be melancholy.The better the night, the more indescribably depressed I felt.Is it because you can't see the happiness of others? Those who are reunited spend the reunion night together, and those who cannot get together are just adding sorrow and hatred for no reason. The lake of my heart is rippling with you, the infatuation hidden among the flowers, and the wind of a small fan lightly dissipate like smoke in the fleeting years.

The ground was as bright as snow, and there was a rustling sound in my ears. I am a child sleeping soundly in Taoyuan, with flowers blooming in my dream.After you left, I realized why there is such a melancholy in the world that there are beautiful scenery on a good day. After you left, I became such a boring person. I thought, try my best to get the mercy of heaven.It will relegate me to my memory for a long time, I am willing to bear this kind of suffering, if this is the case, maybe after my life is over, I will see your beautiful shadow again at the place where the clouds, seas and sky meet.Then, all the misery in this life can be laughed off, waving hands and falling into the sea and sky.

But please tell me a way to temporarily forget you, even a momentary anesthesia, so that I won't think of you immediately when I have any worries. Thinking of you unconditionally. Waiting, wrestling with longing, is my destiny for the rest of my life.