The sixth song
Leave me alone. The poetess reiterated the preface. This sentence came from the pain. generate begged and echoed a poem, which summed up the sorrow and despair that had been repeatedly told before. At this time, the poem was finally low and bitter, but then we went to see which poetess was deeply buried in the bottom of my heart. Love was like a slender crescent moon, and finally it was gradually revealed from the thick clouds.
But I think from now on
I will always wander in your shadow.
Once you come here for nothing to see clearly that this is a hopeless friendship, leaving me on the verge of death and heading for your future, but in my heart, I still seem to snuggle up to you, even if the sky is extremely isolated, it can’t erase this memory cherished in my heart. As soon as I close my eyes, I will see your fingers in my palm to keep warm.
In that long process of biological evolution, the wolf must have been friends with human ancestors. Although it has not been domesticated yet, it has stored people in the wild, and even if it falls in the wilderness again one day, it is a little more spiritual than the wolf who came. It is like our poetess who accidentally drank that thick cup of bitter wine of love can’t be finished as her former self, and another person’s image floats in her mind. There is a new factor in her life. Death can no longer absolutely control her. Her surface is still lonely and her life has changed invisibly. Listen.
Put your hand in the sunlight, just like before.
But can restrain yourself from feel your fingers.
Touched my palm
When you were not by my side, in my thoughts, in your actions, in your dreams, and in your heart, my tears were beating. Because of you, I prayed to the emperor, but he heard your name in my voice.
Reading this affectionate poem seems to make people hear the second movement of Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No.4 in G major. The first movement is that the string band plays rough and powerful, showing waves of waves, which are like fate giving a severe warning. After the first wave, we heard the piano whispering people’s humble wishes timidly. This disparity between strength and weakness is really chilling, but after listening to which piano band has answered several times or said that after several rounds of contests, the situation has changed, and the band’s strength has gradually weakened, and finally it has a vague dream, while the piano solo instrument has sung a song full of confidence.
Comparing poetry to music, this sonnet can be said to be a love death concerto, in which the two themes of love and death are constantly in conflict, and the final victory of love is repeated. In this poem, death is still there, growling and threatening as if the band is playing drums and cymbals, but in this rough and dissonant sound, we can clearly hear love singing her moving but astringent song at first.
The seventh song
This heart-pouring melody is still timid and intermittent in front of us, but after all, it is gradually getting brighter and more comfortable. The curved eyebrows and moon-like feelings are gradually getting fuller and grateful. In every note, it shows a perfect light. In that moment, death gathers its huge shadow and quietly retreats to a corner that is about to be forgotten, staring at the changes in the field it once ruled.
I think the world has suddenly changed.
From the first time I heard you in my heart
Gently walking towards me.
When she poured out her gratitude so gently with love, for a moment she really forgot her sorrow, her doubts and her bitter tears seemed like a string of already faded smiles rippling faintly.
Love to love brings hope and rebirth to our poetess.
The first song
In Chinese and foreign love songs, many delicate strokes depict girls’ infatuation and coquetry. For example, an ancient Chinese folk song nocturne is like this.
I don’t comb my hair, my hair is covered with two shoulders.
Wrist stretch lang knee place is not poor.
How happy this beautiful young aunt is drinking love honey! Love songs are so bright. Our poetess is nearly forty years old. She has spent half her life in a lonely ward. When her lover dedicated her precious love to her, she was really ashamed to boast that she could portray her image in such a dark tone instead of a red lip.
The continuous rain of tears washed away.
My life is glorious and lifeless.
Pale doesn’t deserve to be your snuggle pillow.
She almost asked herself with despair, what should I get? You should repay a love poem, which is often an oath that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, especially in a female voice. Love poems are loyal to love, and it is rare to see them. It is this tearful appeal that urges lovers to give up their lives again and again.
I don’t fall in love with each other’s happiness, but I don’t want to be loyal. Love is bound by oath. This is where this love poem is very different in emotional color. This first love poem also clearly shows this feature.
The ninth song
She regards loyal love as a brilliant treasure in human nature, and her lover as the most generous donor in the world, but she is so suspicious.
Should I let you bear it next to me
Listening to the sad youth with bitter tears.
Repeating sighs on my lips
She has two bitter tears with a sigh. Half a generation has been so miserable. Can she get a reward for her long-suffering lover? I’m afraid it shouldn’t be. She finally replied with a horizontal heart
I don’t give any love because I shouldn’t give anything.
Previously, she refused love without thinking because she was afraid. She couldn’t believe that Daozi was wrong about the wrong person, and that the other person was impulsive. Who knows that she didn’t turn around in the deep sea, but she still patiently stood at her door and called her to beg her lover’s loyalty. She couldn’t doubt that she was emotional any more, but she refused him with a cruel heart. But now she dare not accept that she would rather sacrifice herself than drag her into such love. You know, this is her loyalty to love.
Alas, but how can I