Bai Juyi said, "We are all unhappy-at the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " Ma Zhiyuan has "the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world", Yan Shu has "the west wind withered the green trees last night, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world", and Qin Guan has "the end of the world hates the old man, but lonely people don't ask". In most poems, "the end of the world", as an image, means loneliness and desolation brought by drifting and drifting.
In ancient poetry, late spring is often the poet's sigh and regret that spring is easy to get old and time is easy to pass.
Scholars are mostly hurt by spring, and late spring is the end of spring, which is the season when flowers wither. Therefore, there are "a flower flies away but spring comes, and the wind is full of sorrow" and "Yangzhou secretary is gray, and every spring return will be heartbreaking."
As an image, "sunset" often represents sadness and vastness in ancient poetry.
Sunset, that is, sunset, is the end of the day. Poetry often expresses that time is in a hurry and time flies.
The sunset is bleak and lonely. As the days go by, I am getting old day by day, but my ambition in life has not yet been realized.
In poetry, the images of sunset are as follows: "The grass is blooming beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane", "The sun sets in a lonely village, and the old trees are in the west of Western jackdaw", and "to see the sun, for all his glory is buried by the night" by Li Shangyin.
Throughout Li Shangyin's life, he was born in an ordinary family, lost his father in his childhood, and suffered a lot as a teenager. In his early years, he was a "bookseller", that is, copying books for others and earning money to subsidize his family. Then, after a lifetime of hardships and setbacks, misfortune seems to have been escalating.
Let's end this article with his poem Tianya:
One after another, the spring scenery is unique in the world, and the red is growing westward. Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle me on the beautiful flower on the highest branch.