【Yihai Shibei】A poem became famous in the world| essay Liu Jiahong

There are poetry clouds: one day away from home and one day deep, like a lone bird entering the cold forest. Even if the scenery here is good, there is still a piece of homesickness. 1,305 years ago, there was a young man who was on the Chongyang Festival of that year, and with the custom of the festival, he climbed high in the countryside and looked far away, remembering his relatives in his hometown. Climbing up to the hometown alone, the road of red dust is long. The yellow flowers are proud of the frost and the wind is bright, and the maple red is dressed in full dress. The wind and qi are smooth, the nine yangs, through the wind and rain, the age is wonderful, there is no intention to appreciate the bones of the laurel gods and immortals, and the hometown is longed for thousands of miles. From the age of fifteen, he came to Chang'an, which is today's Xi'an City, Shaanxi Province. The rivers and lakes are deep, and people are cold and warm. Has been away from home for more than three years, all kinds of tastes have been tasted one by one, and now ascending to look at the hometown, can't help but sigh thousands of emotions, this scene comes to mind, that is, with a poem: "Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives." The Haruka brothers ascended to a high place, and there was one less person planted everywhere." Everyone can remember who this man is. Yes, it is Wang Wei, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty.

The sunset is full of afterglow, and I can't help but feel a thousand thoughts. Today is the Chongyang Festival, and the sunset is gorgeous. Wanderer Chongyang ascended to a high hope, and his father and mother came to mind. Leaving home and tears of hardship, I still remember when I was young and long. "Alone in a foreign land for strangers", this is Wang Wei's famous work, september 9 to remember the Shandong brothers, when he was only seventeen years old, he left his hometown alone to get a meritorious name. A "unique" word, connecting two "different" words, aptly describes the wandering wanderer as lonely and miserable at once. The word "times" in the next second sentence makes the feelings of missing relatives more intense every festive season, and the nostalgia is leisurely. A few more memories and more thoughts, the heart is related to the father. Nowadays, he sings the wandering son chant again, and often looks up to his hometown. A few white clouds fluttered in the long sky, and the eyes of acquaintances and relatives flowed with tears. This scene is blown with the wind and dreams, looking at the old people in Shandong. The next sentence of the poet Wang Wei continued to read down, not to say how he missed his relatives, but retrogradely wrote in reverse to his brothers who were thousands of miles away, they planted blessings all over the place, feeling that I was missing my childhood partner and felt sorry and missed, how well written, the ancients are the ancients, so that today's people sigh! Looking at the whole poem, the upper link is tall and tall, and the homesickness and sincerity are also stronger; and the lower link is not only wonderful, but also transformed more wonderfully, and the collection is more absolute, which is really a poem to the real moving place of love, and the word is immovable.

The autumn chrysanthemums in the garden are yellow, and the long sky is long and the geese are long. The clouds of the heart are still the same, and the wisps of affection are overflowing with incense. Eyes full of barren fog and dew frost, detainees from other places to see the chrysanthemums. With a homesick poem, idle into the other house to taste the aroma of tea. Seventeen-year-old wang Wei himself did not expect that the ascension to the high and praying for blessings on September 9 was really a spiritual experience. This little poem inadvertently spread throughout Chang'an City, and it also received crazy praise from the cultural circle in Beijing! Wang Wei himself also came to operate from time to time, and since then he has embarked on a career path, smooth sailing, and his reputation is all over the world...

Three years of drifting in September, three autumn dreams are many times. Who saw Jiang Xiao startled, once counted the flowers with the rain. Drunken long days into the flow of painting, the blue sky and autumn colors just blend in. The talent fell to meet the king of Qi, and the people went to the high water to the east. Wang Wei himself had talent, and he also had the support of nobles, and he had a green light all the way from then on. In the ninth year of Tang Kaiyuan, the title of the golden list, the first Jia Zhuang Yuanlang, the twenty-one-year-old jinshi and the first!