It's been a long time
Tsai
Yuan ma's distance
And the old tree of the dead fainted
It's the bridge
I'm sorry
It's the sunset
Intestines are in the world。
The songs of tang poetry, poems, songs and songs have grown and peaked as treasures of the chinese culture. This is one of the classics of the episodes, which is one of the most beautiful songs。
As a result of the policy of national hierarchies by the reigners of the yuan dynasty, ma has not been able to enjoy a good chance of development and has lived in uncertainty and embarrassment for almost all his life. In his alone journey, he wrote the book " tsing sha tyuth " 。
The first three sentences of this scribble show nine images of the dead vine, the old tree, the prowl, the bridge, the running water, others, the old way, the west wind, the skinny horse. There is no qualifier or hyphenation, which depicts the scene directly by a combination of nounistic images, and shows a cool picture of the squalid:
The yellow leaves are falling, the branches of the old trees are bald and flat, and the vines entangled in the trunk are dead. At nightfall, the crows returned to their nests, standing still on branches。
Under a somewhat old wooden bridge, a small stream flows silently, with several huts near the creek, a cold road ahead of the hut, and yellow weeds on both sides of the old road extending far away. On the ancient road, a skinny horse walks alone in the fall wind of arthur。
The last two words are a note: how can it not be sad when the evening comes, when the sunset falls on the west side, and when the children who leave their homes are left alone, and when their hearts are filled with memories of their homeland and their loathing
The first three sentences depict with nine images the cold and silent dawn view, which is static. The latter two sentences, from near and far, from being small to large, have become vast in space and in mind, and then become part of the image of the human being, with emotions and life in the scrolls, and the whole order shows a sense of love, love and beauty。
The queens have a great deal to say about it, calling it the father of autumn. My first contact with this symphony was in the age of adolescence, in the sight of them, in the heart, and never after。
