My thoughts after reading Poppy Poppies

My thoughts after reading Poppy Poppies 1

Don’t abandon, don’t give up! ——Inscription

Looking at the withering autumn leaves outside the window, I can’t help but feel sadness, worry and fear in my heart. My thoughts drifted along with the fallen leaves, floating in the poppy poppies, and I was immersed in this rather desolate but not desolate poetic realm.

The poet stood alone on the high platform, looking forward to the fallen leaves and maples, the lonely wild goose singing alone, and his heart was broken at that moment! When everything has lost its beauty, the poet is still full of hope, longing for the withered willow to sprout new branches, the lone wild goose to rejoin the flock, and the warmth of the world: a plum blossom warms the heart...

I believe that optimism can make the poet see To a brighter tomorrow!

Opposite you, you may be facing failure and standing in front of the window in frustration; you may be facing a choice and wandering alone at the crossroads; you may be standing under the peach blossoms silently weeping in despair... Please raise your head and look. The blue sky is as broad and the front is as bright. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, there will still be a day when the sea and the sky are brighter. Please don't shrink back, don't be sad, look forward optimistically, and rush forward against the wind. Your original dream will definitely arrive!

Perhaps you have heard of her, the first woman in the world to cross the English Channel. Please don't just envy the beautiful flower of success, focus on the storms and pains she has endured. On the way to surpass her dream, she was like a cow carrying tens of millions of pounds, crawling hard on the vast sea, moving forward little by little. Her friends persuaded her to give up, but she didn't. She moved them with her optimism. Friends, encouraged them to move forward: "Look, success is there!" Finally, she stood at the highest point of the world and flew forward on the blades, becoming the number one in the world forever and ever!

Don’t be surprised, because you are optimistic, you succeed!

Optimism is a crutch in the hands of the blind, a glass of water in front of the hungry and thirsty, a chair in front of the tired, the most beautiful fireworks in the world, the most energetic life, and the best gift from God. Gift!

Please don’t waste it, make good use of it, it is your right and left arm and will help you realize your dreams in life!

Be an optimistic seedling, even if you are in the wind and rain, you must believe that you can grow into a towering tree;

Be a persistent stream, even if there are many ups and downs, you must believe that you can Flow into the surging sea;

Be a tenacious seagull. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, you must believe that you can fly across the vast Pacific Ocean!

Let us embark on a deep journey with laughter!

A blue snowflake fell next to the broken snowball. The last tears give birth to the first dream!

Smile into the wind and charge forward! !

Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? Just be optimistic!

——Postscript Thoughts on Reading Poppy 2

The title quotes Jiang Jie’s original work:

A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, under the dim tent of red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are already stars on my temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.

From being a young boy to having gray hair, it only takes a rain.

It is said that it was the tenth year of Xianchun reign of Emperor Duzong of the Song Dynasty. You took the initiative to write articles and won the Jinshi. "Thirty-year-old masters, fifty-year-old Jinshi", compared with those candidates who are struggling in the examination hall year after year, your glory comes too easily. Among the group of Jiangnan talents, your literary talent and grace are out of the ordinary and outstanding. In the mist and rain of Jiangnan, your brilliance shines brightly and dazzles people's hearts.

However, that rain has already fallen in the sky of your life. The sound of rain, the patter of rain, forgets the years, the space, and your various emotions every time you are sad and happy. Just like that, outside your brightly lit window, on your stone steps that no one has visited for a long time, bit by bit Drops, the sound reaches the east and it becomes white, and the sun rises with mulberry trees.

The joys, sorrows, honors and disgrace of a lifetime are gradually coming in the sound of dense rain, like a heavy raincoat, wet, wrapped around your thin poetry shoulders, even the small boats in the south of the Yangtze River cannot carry it. This heaviness and sadness floated up and down in the wind and rain.

You are actually just an accident of history. Even if you have all kinds of poems, lyrics, songs and poems, you are unable to support the family alone.

Among the great poets of the Southern Song Dynasty, you are on par with Zhou Mi, Zhang Yan, Wang Yisun and others, and are known as the Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty. But in fact, you are just a lonely singer, in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, singing lightly about your own family and homesickness, loneliness and sadness. "The small terrace has a broad view. Looking towards the rolling blinds and looking at the rolling blinds at dusk, I feel sad when I look at my hometown." Those round and smooth vermilion lacquer railings remember your wandering hesitation in the slight spring cold. What lingers will always be your lingering and desolation when you are wandering in a foreign land. "Clap all over the railings, knock all over the railings." You are also patting all over the railings. Your voice is very weak and sad, and cannot be compared with Jiaxuan's bold and handsome voice. Unlike Xin Youan's impassioned and unfulfilled ambition, your words exude a touch of sadness and loneliness.

Even if the Jiangnan water town is like a dream, it cannot replace the poor old house in my hometown. No matter on the boat or in the saddle, your life will never get out of the menacing rain or the gentle Jiangnan water town. The thousand-year melancholy you left behind is still piled beside the Chuihong Bridge in Wujiang, and your shallow pours and low singing are still fermenting in the thick willow shade by the river. There are rows of Zhulou on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and that ingenious embroidered curtain flutters like a flag in the soft spring breeze. Who has caused your worries all your life? The plaintive Shengxiao sounded in a low voice, "The flowing light easily throws people away, turning the cherries red and turning the bananas green." The clear and bright Wu songs were softly wrapped in the sound of the oars, making it more and more unbearable to listen to. "When will you return home to wash your guest robes?" Did the wife put on the light blue cloth herself before leaving? In the years of trekking, how many dusty colors have you acquired? Are those calm warnings still firmly in your mind? The wind is blowing, the rain is misting, and your thoughts are like an ups and downs boat, struggling through the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Frustration is a destined theme in your life. Because you can neither cater to the people of that time to win an official position, nor can you force your face and smile to the new dynasty, and be charming and courteous to invite people to pay and honor yourself. The idea of ??"loyalty to the emperor" rooted deep in your heart makes you have to hide away from the world. You must position yourself as an old man of the Southern Song Dynasty, let yourself be outside the mainstream of society again, and quietly bear the loneliness. and distress. Although your former close friends have stepped into the center of power one after another, even though the thick and thin letters are full of praise and recommendations for you, you have no choice. In that turbulent dynasty, you played a strangely embarrassing role: a bumpy career and aloof.

The vast mist of Taihu Lake with its 36,000 slopes, carries the heroic ambitions and ambitions of many poets and poets, or is it charming and charming? The legend of the Three Saints of Taihu Lake is too far away. Fan Li's boat sailed leisurely, carrying the legend belonging to him and Xi Shi to the distant depths of history. I can't tell you how much truth there is behind these beautiful and magical stories. I only know that after the crumbling country of the Southern Song Dynasty finally collapsed, your last hope could only be wasted. Since you can't do anything for this broken land, retreating from the world is a choice worthy of sympathy.

After another light sip, you slightly opened your drunken eyes and softly asked the old man next to you: "Are you going to ask someone to copy the "Ox Book"?" The old man seemed not to have expected you. When asked such a question, he would wave his hands and leave in a hurry without saying a word. "The hair cone in the drunken exploration bag is still there", the hair cone is still there, the guest bag is empty, but the current situation is unfavorable, when can the embroidered mouth spit out a little, the colorful pen flicks, and become a beautiful chapter like a brocade? When I read the poem, I couldn't help but think of Jiaxuan's lament: "But I spent ten thousand words to pacify the Rong army in exchange for my boss to plant trees and books." Whether it is pacifying the Rong army to protect the country, or good policies to calm the people, in the years when articles were not worth a penny, it was Its existence, to you and to history, seems to be just a mockery and a joke.

Fine raindrops are falling in your lonely sky again, and your world at this time is just a dilapidated ancient temple. The rain turns into frost, turns into snow, turns into your endless sorrow and gray temples. You have finally lost the last trace of your aristocratic aura, and walked into history and that faint sigh in the light mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Thoughts on Reading the Poppy 3

Impressions from Cipai's "Poppy Lady"

The song of Chu is filled with smoke and flames of war,

Intoxicating and saddening to dance.

Yan Ji repays your love with red powder,

holding the dragon sword to test the green edge with a smile,

full of tears.

The beauty died in the wilderness,

Millions of souls filled the abyss.

If Liu Gong was killed at the first feast,

There is no need to feel ashamed of Jiangdong today.

It will only be in the sky.

I don’t know if the word card of "Yu Meiren" is related to Yu Ji. However, every time I see this word card, it always reminds me of the tragic fate of Yu Ji in history.

Xiang Yu was defeated at Wujiang, and many literati and poets rushed to sing his praises. It was a pity that Xiang Yu was a heroic generation, but I didn’t take it seriously. Instead, I felt sorry for Yu Ji. The beauty was ill-fated, Xiang Yu used Wujiang River to kill himself, and Yu Ji's blood splashed on the army tent. I think Yu Ji's death was more heroic. Since Xiang Yu raised his army in Wuzhong, Yu Ji followed him. For seven years, there was a bloody storm and a forest of swords and swords. Drunkly dancing with swords, gentle curtains. I think that that night, Yu Ji must have spent her whole life dancing and singing. The singing must be lingering and far-reaching, and the dancing must be heroic. I don't know if I was singing "Poppy Poppy" at that time, but I know that the singing will definitely make the ghosts and gods weep and regret the world, coexisting with the rivers and green mountains.

Xiang Yu is nothing, just a martial artist. They kept burning and killing, and the 200,000 Qin troops surrendered and killed every one of them. The fire burned down the Luoyang Palace for three months. Truly a tyrant.

It is not worth mentioning that Wujiang committed suicide. What is said about "I don't have the face to see Jiang Lai's elders". Do you have the nerve to meet the dead souls of eight hundred soldiers underground? Do you have the nerve to meet Yu Ji, who died for you? The people who died for you all hope that you will return to Jiangdong to avenge them! It would be better for you to simply shirk all the responsibilities on your shoulders by simply saying "I have no face to see Mr. Jiangdong". Such an overlord of Western Chu, who committed suicide in Wujiang River, might as well commit suicide for love with Yu Ji, and live and die by his side, maybe to soothe Yu Ji's heart!

No matter what, I still like the tone of "Poppy" very much. In the hands of Li Yu, "When will the spring breeze and autumn moon come?" which expresses this sad scene vividly to the extreme. The mixed lengths, soft rhymes, and changeable melodies instantly convey the melodious tunes and lingering thoughts to people, making people have endless aftertaste after reading it. It gives people an indescribably poignant feeling.