What makes you cry? -reading ezsafe is like the beauty and sadness of a lifetime, just like the first time.

Some time ago, I was lucky enough to watch an easy lecture and follow her to the ancient city in poetry. At the first sight, I felt a kind of "tears first", perhaps because of my pursuit and love for Teacher An and poetry for so many years, perhaps as the title of "Life is like seeing for the first time" said: At the first moment, I cached too many beautiful and surprises!

Getting to know Jun Chu is like going back to an old friend.

The first meeting between people is a surprise, so the meeting between people and poetry should also be beautiful. If life is like the first time. The first time I saw the poem, it was the faint sadness of Yan Xiaoshan's "Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Flying Together"; The first time I saw poetry, it was Wang Wei's "When those red plums come in spring, they flush on the branches of your southern country". The first time I saw poetry, it was Liu Yong's "No regrets" about "clothes are getting wider and wider, and people are haggard for Iraq." Listening to poetry is Yue Nv's bold confession that "there are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you and I don't know you"; Reading poetry is Zhuo Wenjun's "May one heart and one mind, never part" until death do us part; Thinking about poetry is Nalan Rong Ruo's lifelong affection for "If life is just like seeing it for the first time, why do you worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind" ... Poetry can care for your inner softness and make you return to your original heart.

When I am free, I am alone in the pavilion, half a cup of green tea, and flowers are rustling outside the court. Close the book and close your eyes, it is teacher An's smile, such a Huizhou woman coming from the depths of the rain lane, with a smile on her face. Let's twist the wick, pour a bowl of water, draw some petals in the tea, brush off the dust on the mirror and read this book carefully together. If life is just like the first time, listen to teacher An Yiru to interpret the beauty and sadness of classical poetry for you!

Falling flowers fly independently

Hill's words are the first sight of cardamom, shy and ignorant but true. His poems are beautiful and lovely, which makes people feel fresh after reading them, and then they fall in love.

He is the seventh son of Yan Shu. Needless to say, his family background. When he was a teenager, his father was in a high position, but he was not as affectionate and fickle as other princes and grandchildren. He is affectionate. On closer inspection, Yan Xiaoshan is a bit like Baoyu in A Dream of Red Mansions. Baoyu can write "Red Bean Poems", "I can't help but cry and throw red beans, flowers can't bloom in spring and spring, and I can't sleep well after the wind and rain in the screen window", and Xiaoshan can also write a tearful sentence "After leaving, I remember meeting you, and I had several dreams with you". The same infatuation, the same endorsement for infatuation. Yes, few women who are compassionate, meticulous, elegant and affectionate can resist this word, and few women can resist such a man. They love him, his elegance, his talent and his fiery heart. Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are both realizable and unattainable. Hill loves dreaming, whether it's "spring dreams and autumn clouds, it's good to get together and leave" or "the balcony is locked high after dreams, and the curtains are low after waking up", all of which are dreams he weaves for himself, which are fascinating and soft. In the dream, he can take himself to touch things that he can't touch at ordinary times. A pot of sake, after several songs and dances, is really drunk in that rich and gentle country.

The dream of spring is traceless. If prosperity is really like a dream-it would be nice to pass without a trace. There is no need to be too frustrated in life, just drunk and still indifferent after waking up. Unfortunately, I can't. Li can't do it, nor can Yan Xiaoshan!

When those red berries come in spring, your southern branches blush.

The tree mentioned by Mr. An in the first few strokes of the article (it is said that the red beans were planted by the prince Zhao Ming himself, originally two trees, and the last two branches were stacked together) has always fascinated me. Of course, it's not just this tree that fascinates me, but the poet's consistent way of looking at things and thinking about feelings-I want to read the unfailing love story behind this red bean tree. It is always said that times have changed and people have changed. Compared with the constant sun and moon, life is short; Compared with the vast world, human beings are of course small. As the poem "Fu on the Red Wall" said, "A drop in the ocean is a ephemera in heaven and earth". Life is short, but there are traces of existence; Although human beings are small, they are not powerless! Just like the red beans planted by you, the fruit of our love is still green and red today. Love stories run through ancient and modern times.

I remember a poem called Red Bean, which was also translated into Chinese. The two scenes that impressed me the most are shared with you. At the beginning, a young scholar knocked on the door of the Liu family with a red bean in his hand, saying that he wanted to show six niang a good thing. When six niang saw that Red Bean made things difficult for the scholar, he told him to recite Wang Wei's Red Bean and got stuck in "Take it home for my sake" ... Goodbye, six niang was slapped by her husband, and six niang sent a bowl of red bean porridge from behind the half-closed door. Seeing the charm of childhood here ... when the camera is cut again, it is time to get married. Six niang is embroidering handkerchiefs in the boudoir, and it is misty and rainy outside the window. The red beans on the tree outside the door are ripe and jumping. I'm going to marry someone else, so I'll leave you a reminder. Do you know that the red beans on this handkerchief are really condensed from the blood and tears of my lovesickness, just like the poem you recited to me when I was a child-when those red berries came in spring, they flushed on the branches of your southern country. In just four lines, Tao is not full of this long acacia …

I am convinced that husband and wife love each other.

I used to like the poem "nowhere to find, one heart knot". Although there are only ten words, I envy them. I always feel that it is not easy for people to find people who really love each other in this life. I don't know how many generations it will take to hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Every time I read Su Wu's Divorced Wife, in the words of Teacher An, I feel envious of Su Wu's wife. Men in the era of Emperor Wudi have a loyal and unyielding husband spirit! Huo Qubing's phrase "Why didn't the Huns die" killed many women? And stir up full waves, which can't be calmed down for a long time. Su Wu is equally loyal, not only to love, but also to the country! After herding sheep in the bitter and cold Beihai 19 years, I lived in poverty, but I still refused to surrender to the Huns.

Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. This is not so much an oath he/kloc-made to his wife 0/9 years ago, as his 19 years of loyalty to the big man! There is no doubt about love when you are married. You know, my oath to you is like the Han Festival held high in my hand. No matter how the stars and the moon sink, it will not sink.

There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees.

Speaking of ancient soft-hearted and affectionate men, let's talk about warm-hearted women. I have always appreciated Yue Nv's bold confession, and I like these two poems very much. From "there are trees in the mountains, there are branches in the trees" to "there are no tombs in the mountains, rivers are exhausted, and heaven and earth are in harmony, but they dare to break with you" and then "it is easy to seek priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a heart". All these women have a fiery heart, without exception. This "Yue Man Ge" is a few strokes, but it has the ability to make people excited. Just like this curved green water, with the paddle in your hand, it stirs up spring waves in my heart. But don't say how it ends, just say now.

There is a sentence in the book to the effect that the meeting between her (Yue Nv) and him began with the uprightness of running water, and should also end with the uprightness of running water. It must be the lingering despair that later generations yearn for her sigh and sadness.

Thousands of years later, can you hear someone still chanting what I wrote to you: there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I wonder if I like you! By the way, I hope all my longing for you can be exchanged for my two of a kind!

If life is just like the first sight, the autumn wind draws a fan sadly.

Go back to Nalan's poem. Before reading Nalan Rong Ruo's poems, I always secretly cry. I don't know how such a high-spirited son can write the euphemistic desolation of "If life is just like the first sight, why worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind". I don't know what he experienced to express the heartbreaking words "I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying". Then I seemed to understand something, Nalan. He doesn't lack anything, but he is unhappy. Many times, those who seem to live in wealth, luxury and high office are not necessarily happy. That's because everyone wants something different. Some people engage in scientific research all their lives just for the sake of high officials and high salaries, but in the eyes of some people, they are worthless. What they cherish is their feelings for mountains and rivers, not for Wudoumi. Some people give up everything, abandon their wives and children, just to cling to the powerful, but in the eyes of some people, they are very disdainful. They value love words most, and they are a couple for life.

Suddenly I saw the willow color on a stranger and regretted teaching my husband to find a seal. When I heard Wang Liqun's interpretation of this poem, I felt a lot-when the young woman in the boudoir put on makeup in spring, when she saw the willow turn green, she found that while urging her husband to find a topic, she missed a process. Life is a process!

If you also like poetry, I sincerely recommend you to read the book "Life is like First Meeting". She will give you a different feeling. In this era of rapid economic development and rapid information transmission, fast-paced life is everywhere. Some people may question whether poetry is really readable. The answer is yes. Many people in modern times have no time to read poems for the simple reason that reading poems will not help their future employment and development. Instead, I am used to convenient information exchange software such as WeChat and Weibo, so I don't have much time to read poetry. In my opinion, poetry is worth reading. As Teacher An said: "Reading poetry is not to make yourself a so-called gifted scholar and beautiful woman, nor to be praised by others, but to return to your original heart. After a busy life, you can really calm down and read poetry carefully and keep the beauty left by the ancients!"

Again, if life is just like the first time, let poetry take care of your inner softness!