Du Mu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Reading Shan Hai Jing
① Tao Yuanming
Jingwei holds the micro-wood and will fill the sea.
Xingtian United and danced, aiming high.
The same thing has no worries, no regrets.
As long as you put it in the heart of the past, its beautiful moment can wait!
Precautions:
(1) There are thirteen * * * poems in Reading Shan Hai Jing. As a group, this poem is the tenth. Shan Hai Jing * * * 18, which mostly contains foreign bodies and myths and legends in ancient mountains and rivers at home and abroad.
② Jingwei: the name of a bird in ancient mythology. According to Shan Hai Jing Bei and Yi Shu Ji, in ancient times, there was a female named Nu Wa who drowned while swimming in the East China Sea, and her soul became a bird. She often fills the East China Sea with wood and stones. Title: Use your mouth. Microwood: fine wood.
(3) Xingtian: The mythical figure was beheaded and buried in Changyang Mountain after failing to fight for power with the Emperor of Heaven. But he refused to give in, with his chest as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, and still waved his shield axe. (Shan Hai Jing Overseas West Jing)
The same thing: since Jingwei drowned and became a bird, he has been just like others. Even if he dies again, it will only change from a bird to another thing, and there is nothing to worry about.
⑤ Melting: The sky has been killed and turned into a foreign body, but it has no regrets about the past struggle with God.
⑥ ACTS: It is useless. Past: Thank you, Sir.
⑦ Good day: A good day to realize your ambition. I: Yes. These two sentences mean that Jingwei and Xingtianbai have lived their past ambitions, but can they wait for a good day to realize their ideals!
General idea:
Jingwei mouth contains small pieces of wood and fills the deep sea. Xingtian still wields a shield axe when he fails, and the spirit of fortitude will always exist.
It is the same creature, without sorrow, turning into a foreign body and without repentance. In vain, how can we expect a beautiful moment?