In the blink of an eye, it was another year of twilight, and the feeling of homesickness overflowed the hearts of foreigners. Wang Anshi's nostalgia is "spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me", and there is a hidden expectation in helplessness. Li Qian's nostalgia is that "people say that the sunset is the end of the world, and they can't see home when they look at the end of the world", wandering in the end of the world, homesick and unable to return.
Although their nostalgia is sad and bitter, the terroir in their hearts is gentle and pure. No matter how far it is, there is always a day to arrive. Although the return period is long, there is always a time to come. However, in some turbulent years of mountains and rivers, the deceased, the homeland and even the homeland do not know whether there is still a possibility of goodbye.
Farewell poems one
Eastern Han Dynasty Ying Yue
Floating toward the clouds, the sun returns to the old mountain at dusk.
The march is nostalgic, and the sorrow cannot be expressed.
Travel thousands of miles, I don't know when to spin.
The poet was one of the seven sons of Jian'an, who was born at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and although he had only learned from others, it was a pity that he was born during the han and Wei wars, and his poems were full of worries about people who were drifting away.
The poet writes about the common natural scenery clouds and the sun, the morning clouds floating in the sky, and the evening sunset returning to the old mountain. All things have spirits, and they seem to know their destination. However, the travelers who were wandering in the chaos seemed to have nothing to rely on. Oneself, one's loved ones, one's homeland, may perish at any time. Even if it is affectionate, the sadness is indescribable.
The last two sentences express the poet's long-term dazed pain, "leisurely" refers to the long and endless road ahead, wading through mountains and rivers, a thousand miles of road, when can the distant hometown go back? Can you go back?
Moonlit Night Remembers Brother
Don Du Fu
The drum breaks the pedestrians, and the side autumns a goose sounds.
Dew from tonight white, the moon is the hometown of Ming.
There are brothers scattered, homeless to ask life and death.
The letter was not sent for a long time, but the soldiers were not suspended.
When the poet composed this poem, the aftermath of the chaos in Anshi had not disappeared, and he himself had also experienced ups and downs for a long time, and his blood and relatives were scattered everywhere, and his heart was full of worries about his home and country.
The first link focuses on this night's sightings, the miserable side plug autumn night, the desolate drum sounded, which means that the curfew has begun, and the lonely goose is more lonely at night.
The jaw link began to write "moon", the first sentence pointed out that the season was white dew, and the next sentence "The moon is the hometown of Ming", an unreasonable but bold tone, full of nostalgia jumped on the paper.
Thinking of hometown, naturally missing relatives, the last four sentences from seeing things to thinking of people, brothers and sisters are all on opposite sides, home is no longer there, even life and death can not know. Correspondence was difficult on weekdays, not to mention when battles were frequent.
The rain outside the curtain is babbling
Five generations · Li yu
Outside the curtain, the rain is babbling, and the spring is beautiful. Luo Yu was impatient with five more cold. In the dream, I did not know that I was a guest, and I was greedy.
Alone without a column, unlimited rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult. Flowing water and flowers go to spring also, heaven and earth.
The lyricist is the king of the fallen country, imprisoned in a foreign country, and his heart is full of the sorrow of the mountains and rivers that have never lost his homeland, which is an elegy to mourn the homeland.
The rain on the night of the cruel spring, the cold attacking people, how can the thin Luo Zhen resist it? The lyricist who cannot sleep recalls the scene in the dream, only in the dream, as if he is still in the bustling old capital of Jinling, as if he can still get a moment of joy.
The writer advised himself to "stand alone with the column", and the reason for this advice may be because he has looked at the column countless times before. As he once wrote, "Half a day alone with a hand", it will only cause sadness, no matter how far away you can not see the "infinite rivers and mountains" that were once there.
How can such a parting be so easy to say goodbye? This "farewell" is not only the difference between the deceased, but also the flowers and beauties of the past are separated from the world, and relatives and friends have no chance to see it. Saying goodbye to "infinite rivers and mountains" is the most irreversible sorrow.
The falling flowers and flowing water pass away with the spring, and the life of the writer is like this short shaoguang, which is about to be hurriedly said goodbye.
Although the era we live in does not have the pain of such chaotic displacement, but in recent years it has also experienced some twists and turns, may the sentient and righteous people, the water and soil in their hearts as beautiful as ever, soothe your heart and tiredness; those who read, also wait in place, and when they meet again, they will blow away a body of wind and dust for you.
(Author: Meng Xia)