Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Originality _ Translation and Appreciation

Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. -Song, Li Qingzhao's "Eternal Romance, Sunset Red Melting Gold" dyed willow smoke, blew plum flute resentment, and knew a little about spring. The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. (Rongjin: Rongjin)

Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain. There are 300 ancient poems, selected poems of Song Dynasty, Yuanxiao translation and annotation.

The sunset is golden, like molten gold water, and the sunset is blue, as bright as jasper. The scenery is so beautiful, but where am I now? The new willow leaves are like smoke, and the plum blossoms sound bitter. The breath of spring has been exposed. But how do we know that there will be no wind and rain in this harmonious weather of Lantern Festival? Those drinkers and poets came to meet them in splendid chariots and horses, and I could only respond politely, because I was depressed and agitated.

I remember that in the prosperous years of Bianjing, there was a lot of leisure in the boudoir, paying special attention to the fifteenth day of the first month. The hat is inlaid with jade beads, all of which are twisted with gold thread and snow willows, and they are beautifully dressed. Now I look haggard, my hair is fluffy, and I have no intention to comb it. I'm more afraid of going out at night. You might as well listen to other people's laughter from under the curtains.

Appreciation of this word is Li Qingzhao's work when she took refuge in Jiangnan in her later years, which describes her feelings during a Lantern Festival.

The first part of the poem describes the sadness of living in a foreign land during the Lantern Festival, focusing on the contrast between the joy of objective reality and the sadness of her subjective mood. The first two sentences, "The sunset melts into gold, and the twilight clouds merge together", write about yat sen villa, which is a good weather for the festival, with broad artistic conception and gorgeous colors. Followed by the word "where are people", I pointed out my situation: wandering in a foreign land, homeless, in sharp contrast to auspicious days. (The "people" here, some commentators think, refer to the relatives that Li Qingzhao misses. From the text point of view, it seems better to refer to the author himself. The first three sentences write about the weather at that time, and the last three sentences write about the season at that time, "Leave willow smoke thick, blow plum flute to complain", pointing out that the season is early spring. Visually, the young willow trees in early spring are shrouded in light smoke. The next sentence puts pen to paper from the hearing, and through the sad tune from the flute, it is associated with the early spring scenery of "falling plums like snow". Spring is everywhere and the scenery is pleasant, but in the poet's view, after all, "knowing how much spring" is far from very rich. Although it is "Lantern Festival" and "warm weather", the changes of national events and the ups and downs of life experiences over the years have made the poetess feel that "things are different" and "good times don't last long". So, after the "melting weather", I immediately pointed out the possibility of "it won't rain next time". In the faint spring, I was mixed with deep worries. The above three sections are similar in structure, and they are all two four-sentence sentences. In fact, they are all written, describing pleasant objective scenery, followed by a question, which reflects the difference in subjective feelings. It boils down to the theme of this article: holidays, although the weather is sunny, but I have no intention of enjoying it. Therefore, although some "wine friends and poetry friends" invited her to "have a car and a BMW" to watch the lights and enjoy the moon, she had to politely decline. On the surface, the reason is fear of encountering "wind and rain". In fact, it is a national disaster, and I have long lost the mood of enjoying the lights and playing with the moon. If it is in the prosperous times, the situation will be very different. In this way, the poet naturally turned to the memories of celebrating the festival in Bianjing.

The second half of the poem focuses on the author's happy mood of spending the Lantern Festival in Bianjing before crossing the south, in order to compare with the bleak scene now. "Zhongzhou" refers to Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, which is now Kaifeng City, Henan Province; "March 5th" refers to the 15th of this month, which is the Lantern Festival. At that time, in order to decorate the peace, the Song Dynasty was extremely luxurious on the Lantern Festival. According to the "Da Song Xuan He Legacy", "from the beginning of the twelfth lunar month to the sixteenth day of the first month" is really "every family lights up and plays the strings everywhere". Among them, there was a scene on the fourteenth day of the first month of the sixth year of Xuanhe: "There were clouds and waves in the capital, and there were no moths at the end until the lights were seen in Aoshan." There is a similar record in the article "16th day of the first month" in Meng Yuanlao's Tokyo Dream. In this word, "spreading a blue crown, twisting golden snow willows and fighting for Chu" is exactly what the author wrote when he was in a happy mood and dressed up for a trip with his "boudoir" female companion. It's all realism, not fiction. However, the good times did not last long, and the nomads from the army invaded, leaving them stranded in different places. Now people are old, haggard and disheveled. Although it is also a holiday, how can they have the heart to travel abroad? "It is better to listen to people laugh under the curtain", which reflects the poet's sad and lonely state of mind.

This word is not only emotional and touching, but also simple and natural. In the second part of this poem, the author can better describe the poet's current bleak mood, whether comparing the past and present with Bianjing Lantern Festival or comparing his own situation with the joy of today's tourists. It's really boring and real, and it's very painful. For more appreciation of Li Qingzhao's Song Ci, please pay attention to Li Qingzhao's column in the poetry library.

The word "creative background" is the work of Li Qingzhao in his later years. It was written in Lin 'an in the twentieth year of Shaoxing (1 150). This poem describes Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the Lantern Festival in Lin 'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, to express the yearning for the motherland and implicitly express the dissatisfaction with the rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty who stole peace. Li Qingzhao (1March 08413 ~11May 55 12) was born in Zhangqiu, Jinan, Shandong. In the Song Dynasty (the turn of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties), the poetess, represented by graceful and restrained words, was known as "the first talented woman in the ages". In the lyrics, he wrote more about his early leisure life, his later life experience and sentimental mood. In form, it makes good use of line drawing, forms its own school and has beautiful language. On the theory of ci, it emphasizes harmony and elegance, puts forward the theory that ci is different from one family, and opposes the method of writing ci into poetry. There are not many who can write poems. Some chapters have a sense of the times, praise history and use generous words, which is different from their style of words. There are Yi 'an Jushi Collection and Yi 'an Ci, which have been lost. Later generations have a collection of Yu Shu's ci. There is a collation of Li Qingzhao's collected works today. Li Qingzhao

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