This sentence comes from Yuan Mei's Return to Shuyang. Yuan Mei (1765438+March 25, 2006-179865438+1October 3), Zi Zicai, No. In his later years, he was named Cangshan lay man, Suiyuan master and Suiyuan old man. Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) was born in Zhexi. He was a representative poet, essayist, literary critic and gourmet in Ganjia period of Qing Dynasty.
The original paragraph where this sentence is located:
Buy wine at night, smell the sound of cars, and then send messengers to meet them. Chi Ming walked 60 miles, and the pavilion waited at the cross bridge, happy with each other and driving together. When you eat, you can see the pheasant and know the new building of Shucheng. Dozens of people in clothes are vying to help the car. Probably all the people who used to ride bamboo horses were dragons, bells, sticks and quinoa.
Translation:
Banquet in the middle of the night, I heard the slow sound of cars. This is my messenger from Coco Pavilion. At dawn, after driving 60 miles, Lu Fengting met him at the Cross Bridge. They were very happy and drove together. After a meal, I saw the wall skin and knew it was a new building in Shuyang City. Dozens of nobles rushed to help lift the car. Most of them are former friends, and now they are senile and on crutches.
Evaluation of Return to Shuyang
Yuan Mei's prose is so well written that it is plain to describe, but it is still easily infected by his sadness. With the development of the text, the information and emotions between the lines converge into people's hearts, which can make people feel his sadness silently, and the more they read, the more they can be driven by that kind of sadness.
At the age of 73, I have really accumulated a deep understanding and writing skills. Perhaps I am old, and my thoughts and worries have returned to people who care about life. These feelings have become transparent and pure because of the polishing of time, without impurities, or perhaps because of my recent personal experience, so they can go straight to my heart.
Separation and combination, combination and separation, separation can be combined, but old age is indispensable. Very touching. Maybe it's time to look straight at the last side. I can't be too forgetful, we have to face a lot of helplessness, but people can't persist. Sometimes, as long as we can calmly recall the past and grasp the time of gathering, all regrets and compulsions are not as good as letting go with a sigh.