我不知,在范仲淹心中,何为忧?何为乐?记得读过几首范仲淹的词,句句透着愁,什么“人不寐,将军白发征夫泪”,什么“酒入愁肠化作相思泪”,什么“酒未到,先成泪”……可我很喜欢这几首词,句句含泪,字字是忧。这忧,决不是李清照的浓睡残酒,决不是柳永的晓风残月,更不是李煜的一江春 I do not know, in Fan Zhongyan’s heart, what is worry? What is music? I remember reading a few words of Fan Zhongyan, the sentence is full of ambiguity, what “people do not swear, the general white hair recruited tears”, what “wine into the intestine into the Acacia tears, ”what if the wine did not arrive, first into tears" ... ... but I like these few words, the sentence with tears, the word is worry. This worry is by no means Li Qingzhao’s deep sleep and gluttony, it is by no means Liu Yong’s Xiaofeng Ren Yue, not to mention Li Yong’s spring.