A poem that begins with "Lin"

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Translation:

The red flowers in the Woods have withered, so we left in a hurry. It is also helpless. How can flowers stand the cold rain in the morning and the cold wind at night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

Poems of Li Yu, Empress of Southern Tang Dynasty in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms Period.

Appreciate:

This kind of words in the late Tang Dynasty are short poems, which can be understood naturally without analysis. What he "relies on" is not whitewashing, wriggling and carving, which he did not intend to do; It's just based on a strong and straightforward feeling. His pen is also natural and beautiful. If you don't use force, just write casually

These belong to the purpose. See Synonyms at purpose. But it is a joke to think that his "convenience" is arbitrary "nonsense" and that literary creation is a "good field". That is, like the first sentence, "flowers in the forest" appeared first, but after all, I didn't know what flowers there were in Lin He, and then I said, "Thank you, Chunhong", but I knew it was the safflower of Chunlin, which had withered.

Creative background:

Meeting Lin Huan Hua Xie Chunhong is a poem written by Li Yu, queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. This word is a model of on-the-spot lyricism, which reflects the infinite disappointment with life in the description of the remnants of late spring. On the surface, it is a farewell to spring, but in essence it is a deep sadness that "people grow up and hate water to grow eastward" This kind of sadness is not only to express one's frustration, but also to cover up the shortcomings of the whole human life. It is a sigh that integrates and condenses countless painful life experiences.