Who wrote "Sleeping in Jiande"?

Sleeping at night in Jiande was written by Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

The whole poem is as follows: When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

Literal meaning of the poem: When the ship is docked on a foggy continent, new worries come to the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

Appreciation of the whole poem:

This poem is not set in the background of pedestrians or ships, but in the background of boating at dusk. Although there was a word "sorrow", he immediately turned his brush strokes to the description of the scenery. It can be seen that it is very distinctive in material selection and performance.

The first sentence of this poem, "when my boat is moving in the fog" and "moving the boat", means moving the boat to the shore; "Berth" means to stop the ship for the night. The ship docked at the edge of a misty continent in the middle of the river. On the one hand, it is a point, on the other hand, it also prepares for the scenery and lyrics behind.

The second sentence "and the sun is getting dark, the old memories begin" and "sunset" are obviously related to "berth" and "smoke" in the previous sentence, because ships need to dock at sunset; It is also because of sunset and dusk that the water on the river appears foggy. At the same time, "sunset" is the cause of "new troubles", and "guest" refers to the poet himself. If we follow the format of the so-called inheritance and transformation in the old poem, it is rare for this second sentence to combine the two meanings in one sentence.

"How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water!" . This unique scenery can only be enjoyed by people on board. The second sentence of the poem points out that "the guest is worried about the new" These three or four sentences are like the poet's sorrow. In this vast and quiet universe, after some ups and downs, he finally found that there is another lonely moon so close to him at the moment. Lonely sadness seems to find comfort, and poetry comes to an abrupt end.