Explanation:
1. Review the word "wild goose": When migrating, wild geese will form a queue similar to the word "people", so they are called "wild geese". Looking back, the word "wild goose" refers to the return of geese flying south, which means a year's time, or the cycle of years.
2. Forgetting Sichuan: In China's myths and legends, after death, people have to go through the gate of hell and the ecliptic, and forgetting Sichuan is the boundary. The forgotten Chuanjiang River is blood-yellow, and there are ghosts everywhere that cannot be reborn. Insects and snakes are everywhere, and the wind is blowing.
Original text:
In the light and paddle sound, it is still cold, and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the silk and bamboo sing softly, outside the building and outside the mountain,
People outside Loushanguan haven't returned it yet. People haven't returned yet, so it's too early to forget about Sichuan.
The fiddler burst into tears and the flowers rustled all over his shoulders.
Shoulder-length, cold flute, window shadow and the sound of smoke and oars, where is Jiangnan.
Source:
On the Internet, this word is often called "Moon Out" by Su Shi. However, after careful evaluation, this word is quite different from the style of an "uninhibited" poet like Su Shi, so it should not be written by him. This is a lyric of an article "The World" in Jing M.Guo's work "Left Hand Reflection, Right Hand Time".
Extended data:
Appreciation of words:
A leaf boat drifted away with the shadow of candlelight, wood pulp rippled with boiling water, the wind was cold, and the water at night was cold.
The song is sung lightly, and the balcony is connected with the distant mountain. Look around, there is no end in sight. The old friend I miss is still at the end of the mountain, and I don't know where to go.
Year after year, the wild goose has flown over the boundary river between Huang Quan Road and hades, but the beauty still can't forget it. The person who caresses the piano, his clothes are wet with tears, and the fluttering catkins are like snowflakes. It is full of beautiful shoulders, sad flutes, and the shadow of the west window is broken. Smoke waves are vast, sound travels thousands of miles, and it will always reach Jiangnan and old friends.