with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away.
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me. The wave of his hand from this separation, the friend riding on the horse will carry his long journey, the long Blew, it seems to not bear to leave.
Mourning Poems
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so take the heart of Dan to shine on the history.
Xin Qiji is a famous writer and poet. His poems are deeply loved by people, the most famous of which are with a blue line of mountains north of the wall and Who Has Never Died Since Ancient Times. These two poems express Xin Qiji's yearning for his old friend and his understanding of life.
Xin Qiji's life
Xin Qiji, whose name is You 'an and whose name is Jia Xuan, was a famous poet and writer in the Southern Song Dynasty. He was born in a cultural family and received a good education since childhood. His father Xin Wenfang is a famous calligrapher and writer, and his grandfather Xin Qiji is also a writer and politician.
Xin Qiji likes literature, especially poetry, since childhood. His poetic style is fresh, natural and full of emotion. His representative works include with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, Shuidiao Tou, Manjianghong and so on.
Xin Qiji's thoughts
Xin Qiji's thoughts are deeply influenced by Confucianism and Buddhism. He believes that life is short, so we should cherish time and pursue truth and beautiful things. His poems show his thoughts and feelings about nature, life and love.
Xin Qiji's poetry
Xin Qiji's poetry style is fresh, natural and full of emotion. His representative works include with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, Shuidiao Tou, Manjianghong and so on.
with a blue line of mountains north of the wall is one of Xin Qiji's representative works, which expresses Xin Qiji's yearning for his old friend and his understanding of life. The poem reads: "with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like fatherless, drift in the wind, and travel far away. Floating clouds like a wanderer, like wandering, sunset slowly down the mountain, seems to have nostalgia. We wave our hands to say good-bye, and my horse is neighing again and again. " In simple and profound language, this poem expresses the yearning for the old friend and the feeling of life.