Xuan Weng, the old man in Jiangnan, wrote a poem and sent it to his old friend, with deep affection. He is in Qiantang, but he cares about the sound of Shu Township. When you say this, you can't help but wonder, is it in reality or in a dream? Is it to go to Shu in a thick fog, or to go to Qiantang by boat? This kind of confusion and this kind of attachment to the homeland resonates with people's hearts when you read it.
and Zhu Jifang's "Beyond the Dust", which is unforgettable to read. Dusty and dusty, it seems to be the direction to pursue, but there is no place to find a quiet place. The mountains in front of me have gradually been submerged in the thatched grass. When he was full of interest, he groaned for a long time, but he turned to look back, and he had forgotten the sentence ahead.
These two poems, one south and one north, one are in love with friends, and the other is intoxicated by landscapes. But they all reveal the poet's nostalgia for his hometown, his yearning for the distance, and the difficulty of seeking spiritual habitat in the hustle and bustle of the world. This emotion, this pursuit, is intoxicating to read, as if you are in it, feeling the bitterness and joy in the poet's heart.
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