1. Inscription name. One is Bug Mountain, Six-color Heart and Xiao Zhongshan Mausoleum. Tang people often use this tune to write about the suffering of maids. Xue Ci is the main body in Ci. Fifty-eight characters have four sentences in the upper part and four rhymes in the lower part. The first sentence is less than the first sentence, and the rest are the same. There are also 57 words and 60 words, all of which are variants.
2. It refers to Xiao Chongshan, a poem written by Yue Fei, a general who resisted gold in the Southern Song Dynasty. His full name was Xiao Chongshan last night. The first part of the word is about the depressed mood of late-night dreams. The chirping of cold flies, hazy moonlight; Dream back to midnight and walk around the steps alone. Time, scenery, environment, action. Implicit twists and turns, blending scenes. Sleepless at night, a person walks around the steps, looking at the hazy moonlight in the air through the curtains, and can see his loneliness and anger. The ambition to write is blocked, and the first sentence is straight. Two or three sentences use the metaphor of "returning to the mountains to pine and bamboo" to miss the old people in the Central Plains of his hometown, and the author's desire to return to his hometown and recover the Central Plains. The author stuttered with a tortuous and implicit pen. "Want to be a general" three sentences, with the metaphor of "high mountains and flowing water" to express the anti-gold thought, it is difficult to find a bosom friend. Qu Gao and Widow are depressed, worried and angry. The whole poem is gloomy, full of twists and turns, full of metaphors and intertwined scenes, which has a high artistic status. The original text is as follows:
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Vernacular translation:
Last night, crickets in the cold and autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreaming of returning to their hometown, burning thousands of miles away, and being awakened, it was midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy.
Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home. I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. Cocoa mountains and rivers have few bosom friends, even if the string is broken, who will listen?