The original text is as follows:
Return to the sound of birds and cut off the south branch road. Regardless of Yang Zhu's tears, the sound of lotus drops is a thousand hectares. With the waves, the fish were killed and duckweed began to fill the pond. Who believes that in blue Yun Shenchu, the sunset is still in the horizon?
Appreciation is as follows:
This word describes the rainy scene at dusk from different angles: it points out the time at the beginning and then writes that it is raining. Then indirectly write that the rain falls in the pool. Finally, write the desired scenery. Writing this scene through the combination of reality and reality, Chuanshan's hope for the crumbling Li Yong dynasty is very implicit.
The rain two days ago shows that the heavy rain landed at dusk when the birds returned to their nests. Looking from the window, the path under the south branch was cut off by the curtain interwoven with dense rain and dusk, and the birds could not be seen clearly, only the sound of their flapping wings and screaming could be faintly heard. At first, I used a pen to describe the momentum of the rain.
The next four sentences "No matter" are a series of whimsy that the poet came up with from the scene of rain in the willow lotus pond on the roadside: the rain hits the willow, and the crystal raindrops fall along the branches of the willow, just like a string of tears rolling down the eyebrows of a beautiful woman. So sad and heartbroken, the weather is dense, completely "no matter". It is bound to unfold the willow lotus leaf and let her tears fall on the lotus pond.
Bit by bit, choking choking, crashing on the lotus, lotus sound thousands of hectares. With the affectionate voice of willow leaves and lotus leaves, it embodies the ruthlessness of heavy rain and the power that is independent of human will. By going up one flight of stairs, the second sentence of "Every Wave": When the heavy rain falls on the pond, the fish mistakenly think that they are throwing bait into the water, and they jump into the water for food one after another, only when they get out of the water do they know that they have been cheated. Duckweed gathered in a corner, floating around with the fish jumping over the water.
Like a pool full of clear water. "Earn" and "kill" are still dead words, which are extremely harsh. These four sentences are followed by two sentences, which set off the gloomy and noisy atmosphere of dense rain in the evening with the affectionate sound of willow leaves and lotus leaves and the helplessness of letting the fish duckweed go with the flow. At the end, the sentence "Who believes" was accidentally broken at the peak.
In this case, no one will believe that the sunset is still burning and shining in the deep blue sky above the rain clouds. This sentence is both a poet's sigh and a poet's confession.
It is precisely because no one believes that this insight of the poet has become more and more prominent in his high-standard insights. "The world is turbid and I am alone, and the world is drunk and I am alone." We can see that he is firm in what he believes, pursues and loves, and is not moved by the overwhelming secular world.