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Qing Pingle (Song) Huang Tingjian
Where does spring come back? Leave a quiet place and can't find the way back. If anyone knows where spring went, please ask me to live with him who is still coming back.

Where does spring come back? Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him.

But spring has gone without a trace, and no one knows unless you ask the oriole. Its cry is very euphemistic, but no one can understand it, just letting the breeze float over the rose.

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Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Huang Tingjian

Works: Qingping Music

Content:

Where does spring come back? Lonely, no road.

If anyone knows where spring went,

Call back and live together.

There is no breath of spring. Who knows?

Unless you ask an oriole.

No one can solve it,

Because the wind blows over the roses.

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② Due to the wind: riding the wind.

Comments and explanations

This word is about cherishing spring. Twist gently with a pen to deepen the love of cherishing spring. Until the end, still not a word.

The conclusion is soft and lingering. Although the words are exhausted, the meaning is not exhausted. Using personification, the author is ingenious in conception and novel in viewpoint.

Strange, creating a beautiful artistic conception. The whole poem is pretty, alert, versatile and implicit, which shows the style of Gu Ci.

Set comments

Xue's General Theory of Song Ci: Gu Ci is the latest, especially Qingping Music, and there is not a bad sentence that ends in a sentence.

"No one can solve a hundred stories, because the wind blows through the roses" is not only a quip, but also an artistic conception, especially clear and free and easy, without hue. Weishan

The best works in Gu Ci, that is, among all the writers in the Song Dynasty, can't find such beautiful works.

Appreciation of Guo Shoulu's Hundred Famous Sentences in Past Dynasties: This is the first poem about cherishing spring. Eyes and ears are not exposed to the scenery in early summer, but to spring.

Really gone. Float a knot, elegant and delicious. Through the cycle of the first thought, the pen is out of touch, which is all done by God, full of twists and turns.

That's great.