Appreciating this first injury is nostalgic and profound. The first one was caused by the sound of the flute under the moon, and we have seen that Hua Meng in the past was broken. The last three sentences, more from moonlight, add a willow color, add a special feeling, blend the scenery into one, and want to see the bleak and vague outline. The next film reveals Han Yun and depicts the time and place of its heyday. A "Xianyang Ancient Road" plummeted and moved my mind. If we continue the phrase "the sound is dead", the sadness will be deeper. The character "West Wind" only writes about the realm, and the sense of ups and downs is contained in it. Its boldness of vision is the highest in the world. Li Zhiyi once reconciled this word in the Northern Song Dynasty. The brief explanations of Tang and Song Ci are as deep as Tang Guizhang's comments. The last two sentences are helpless. The lonelier you are, the more you look at the moon through the window. Nothing? No complaints? Poetry is not painted on the front, but painted on the back. Less words and more feelings, euphemism and nuance, lingering sound. Source: Appreciation of ancient poetry.