Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

To annotate ...

Climbing: On the Double Ninth Festival on September 9, there is a folk custom of climbing to avoid evil spirits.

Cornus officinalis: a medicinal plant. Pay attention to the custom of nine times to knot dogwood branches.

Brief analysis

Write poems about wandering people missing their loved ones. As soon as the poet started, he eagerly went straight to the subject and wrote about the loneliness and sadness of life in a foreign land. Therefore, he always misses his hometown and people, and when he meets a festive occasion, he misses him doubly. Then the poem jumps to writing a brother who is far away from home. When they climbed the mountain according to the custom of Chongyang, they also missed themselves. Poetry jumps repeatedly, implicative and deep, simple and natural, tortuous and changeable. For thousands of years, "I miss my family twice during the festive season" has become a famous saying of homesickness for wanderers, which has touched the hearts of many wanderers.

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Wang Wei

You come from my old country,

Tell me what happened there! .

Before tomorrow (1) and before tomorrow (2),

Han Mei (3) hasn't.

To annotate ...

(1) Tomorrow: indicate the day before delivery.

(2) Flush windows: beautifully carved windows.

3 flowering: flowering.

Comment and analysis

This is a poem about homesickness. There are three original poems, and this is the second one. This poem describes the homesickness of the protagonist simply and vividly through simple description. For the homeless, there are many things worth remembering in my hometown. However, the poem is not about mountains and rivers, customs and customs, but about "opening its first cold flower?" ? "It is really" the details see the spirit ",which is unique in simplicity, full of charm and lifelike.

Thoughts in the dead of night

Lipper

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up at the bright moon,

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

To annotate ...

1 lift: lift.

Brief analysis

This is a poem about the homesickness of distant guests. This poem uses clear language to carve out the artistic conception of a quiet and intoxicating autumn night. It does not pursue the novelty of imagination, and it also abandons the exquisite beauty of rhetoric; It expresses rich and profound contents with fresh and simple brushwork. Environment is environment, emotion is emotion, so vivid, so moving, never tired of reading, intriguing. No wonder some people praised it as "wonderful in ancient and modern times"

Respondent: hjfhhq- Hua Tandi 1 1 Guan 9-27 22:38.

Thinking about Li Bai at night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Li Bai, the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Qianlisi Li Bai

Without Hu Sha from Li Ling, Su Wu returned to the Han family.

All the way to Wuyuan Pass, snow is falling and flowers are blooming.

I went to that isolated country, but I missed home for a long time.

Hongyan goes to the northwest because books and newspapers are everywhere.

Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Send a friend Li Bai.

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.

Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Youqiu Bai Pu Kebei Li Bai

The night is long and whistling, and the valley is cold.

Ichthyosaurs are active in vicious waters, and there are waves everywhere.

The sky borrows the bright moon and flies to Yun Lan.

Hometown is invisible, heartbroken and looking to the west.

Listen to Li Bai and Qin Lang playing the flute on the Yellow Crane Tower in history.

Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.

There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.

Go on an autumn outing with Li Bai.

Autumn wind blows across the autumn sea, blowing up my homesickness. On the way home, the mountains are far away, when will the lost water come again?

Looking up, I saw the dark clouds were gray and the cold light of the moon was broken. The grass is no longer soft, and Hanlu quickly puts on warm clothes.

I often dream that the Milky Way is setting, and when I wake up, there are few stars in the sky. With sadness and longing for hometown, who can wave it away?

In spring, I accompanied Pei from Shangzhou to visit the Shi 'e River and wanted to travel eastward, so I gave this to Li Bai.

Pei Gong owns the immortal standard, and pulls out thousands of customs. Wandering in the clouds of Cangzhou, floating in Xia Zi Thought.

Cutting bamboo Shangluo, the political heart has been idle. Depression appears on the surface, and silence is closed.

I came to Fang Jie, and I was very happy when I untied my sofa. Wanlian refers to Yunfeng, and Yangmei refers to pine snow.

If you are temporarily out of Dongcheng, you will swim in front of Xiyan. Across the sky, the walls are green and the gullies are red.

I never stop looking for peace. I love this spring. There are famous flowers by the stream and a good moon on the stone.

Life is driving home, not dew, water and moss. Pity will be late if he stays for a long time, and he can clearly hear the cry of the ape.

Clear apes break people's intestines, and wanderers miss home. Farming Lu Shoudong, how can you forget this happiness?

After a long separation from Li Bai

Don't go home for a few months, see cherry blossoms at the jade window.

There is a brocade book that makes people dumbfounded.

At this point, my heart is broken, my heart is broken.

Clouds and smoke are tied to the temples, and sorrow is like running back to snow.

Last year I sent books to the balcony, and this year I sent books again.

The east wind blows clouds for my west.

Come but not come, the fallen flowers are silent and covered with moss.

Bodhisattva white

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.

When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is worried.

The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly.

Where is the return trip? The long pavilion is shorter.