Li Bai, the child of the moon. Looking at the human world in the Moon Palace, I thought it was very interesting, so I simply made up my own mind and flew to the human world. But he would often look up at the moon and look at him—his home in heaven. During his lifetime, he wrote countless poems related to the moon. "Quiet Night Thoughts" is one of the most famous songs.
This poem can be said to follow us from birth to us out of this world.
At a very young age, we recite this poem, which seems not to be a memory, but a memory. When our little deciduous teeth have not yet grown a second. We can already recite this little poem in our mother's arms, in our grandmother's kind smile. Tang and Li Bai: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown. "In the milky spit, we know that where there is a moon, there is homesickness. When we look up at the moon, we know that it is Li Bai's moon!
Because of this song "Quiet Night Thoughts", I will often look up at the moon. When I was a thin moon, I knew that it was acacia that was squashed by Tang Shi; when the ice wheel was like water, we knew that it was a tear that Li Bai shed after he was drunk, because he was homesick.
The "bed" of "bright moonlight in front of the bed" will be thought to be a bed for rest at first. Wooden, bamboo, maybe tasseled, carved, or thin as a cicada's wing.
The windows are large, no curtains and no need for any shade. For, the child of the moon, wants to see the heavenly home, and he wants his mother to watch him fall asleep. Later, some people said that "bed" refers to "well bed", that is, "well edge". It is also said that "bed" refers to "hu bed", which is today's "maza". I don't know, what exactly it is. The small stool in our local dialect is also called "slab bed" (bed, four sounds). I don't want to be so clear, I know that the "bright moonlight in front of the bed" is beautiful, you can do it.
The whiteness of "suspected to be the frost on the ground" is the moonlight like water that his mother poured on him, and it is cool. At this time, the poet looked up at the moon and bowed his head in homesickness. Hometown is warm, warm, bright, and comfortable. Leaving behind many poems, he will return to heaven...
Come, let's read together this poem written by the children of the moon...
January 12, 2021 20:40