A poem that ends before love begins.

I remember the first meeting in the bridal chamber. We've only been together a long time. When will there be a quiet moment, becoming parting? Spring is bleak, and I am crazy about flowers everywhere. I'm afraid of the beautiful scenery, so I'll go home with Yi. Who can complain about loneliness? The preface is always light. If I knew it was difficult to fight, I would regret not keeping it. Not only true to the wind, but also unique to the human heart. If you don't think about it for a day, you will have a thousand eyebrows.

This poem is Liu Yong's "Happy Morning and Night, Remember the First Meeting of Wedding Candles". From the first sentence, I expressed the expectation and disappointment of both sides for love. "I remember the first meeting in the bridal chamber", vaguely remembering the moment when they met for the first time. Their hearts are connected, and they have beautiful expectations for each other's love, thinking that they will always get together.

However, it is very disappointing that "when will you have a little fun?" This beautiful flower is just a moment before and after the moon, and now it has "turned into parting." Originally, the lyric hero was in a bad mood. What's more, the scenery in front of us is "the situation is bleak and a hundred flowers are blooming." In late spring, catkins are flying, and the good time of feeling "I'm afraid of good scenery, so I'm going home with Iraq" seems to have passed away forever with the departure of the other party.

From the beginning, the next movie was endless bitterness. "Who can complain about loneliness?" Who will listen to such words full of desolation and loneliness? The vows of eternal love that "counted the preface and always ignored the burden" have now been completely disappointed and completely forgotten in my mind. "If I had known this, I would have resisted hard and regretted not keeping it at that time." If I had known this, I would never have let him go easily, even if I died, I would have kept him.

What's more, this lover is not only handsome, but also has various benefits to hold the lyric hero's heart. Unfortunately, I spared him in those years, so that I regret it today.

"I don't think about it for a day, and I frown a thousand times." Because of his departure, this melancholy has been bitter in my heart, even when I don't miss him, let alone when I miss him.

Beautiful love thought it had just begun and ended. This is the case with Liu Yong's Song Ci, with exquisite words and lasting feelings, far above the achievements of other contemporary poets.