The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his hometown.
He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness. Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart.
The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time. He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky.
2. Qiu Si's short stories
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, which makes people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji can't help thinking a lot.
He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends. He looked at the fallen leaves, like a letter, drifting to his hometown with his thoughts, and his tears fell. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. Hey, I can write letters from home!
As soon as he started, he went home, picked up a pen and began to write. One hour, two hours ... after writing the letter from home, he was happy and sad, and he was glad that he could say hello to his old mother. Sadly, I can't greet my old mother in person.
The next day, he called the messenger Wang Er and said to him, "Prince, please help me send this letter to my old mother." Wang Erdao: "Don't worry, Zhang Gongzi, I'll take it for you."
Just as Wang Er left the Zhang family, it suddenly occurred to him that some words had not been finished. He immediately stopped Wang Er. "Wang Gongzi, wait." He changed the letter and reluctantly handed it to Wang Er. Then came the ancient poem Qiu Si.
Said by: Qiu Si is a seven-character quatrain written by Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Original text:
Melancholy Qiu Si
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Translation:
The autumn wind blows gently in Luoyang, and my thoughts are surging. I want to write a letter to greet peace.
I was worried that I didn't write anything in time, so I opened the envelope again before the messenger was about to leave.
② Extended reading of Qiu Si's story:
Creative background:
Zhang is a man who lived in Luoyang when he wrote this poem. It was autumn, and the autumn wind evoked the poet's loneliness in a foreign land, which made him miss his hometown and relatives, so he wrote this poem.
Appreciate:
This is a homesick poem. Express homesickness by describing the feelings before and after writing a letter. The first sentence explains the reason of "The Writer's Book" ("Looking at Autumn Wind"), and the last three sentences describe the psychological activities before and after writing.
Before writing a book, it is "full of meaning" and after writing a book, it is "endless fear". The detail of "opening the envelope" vividly shows the mentality of "endless fear of repetition" and integrates meaning and form. What is written is common to everyone, but not everyone can say it.
As a guest in a foreign country, I miss my hometown when I see the autumn wind. Please send me a message. Afraid of missing something when I left, I quickly opened it and read it several times. Things are flat, and once they enter poetry, especially when a master like Zhang Ji enters poetry, it will become a wonderful place.
This is not common in poetry. Of course, there are also many excellent works with letters from home as the theme in Tang poetry. For example, Cen Can's "On welcoming messengers to Beijing": "When you meet, you don't need paper and pencil, and you can report peace with your message."
Writer Ma Jun, in my busy schedule, as an envoy of Lu Yu, sent comfort to Lu Yu's family. Du Fu's hope for spring: "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold." The writer was trapped in Chang 'an under the occupation of An Shi Rebellion, and he didn't know if his home in the war was Anji.
I am eager to come to the book and comfort my distant feelings. They all expressed their homesickness with unique skills. The uniqueness of this poem lies in its depth, shallowness and softness in twists and turns. At first glance, it is just a few words, but it is full of profound meaning.
The author introduces:
Zhang Ji (about 766- 830) was born in Wujiang (now Wujiang Town and County, Anhui Province). Han nationality, who moved to Hezhou several generations ago, was born in Wujiang, Hezhou (now Wujiang Town, Anhui County).
The world calls it "Zhang Shuibu" and "Zhang". Zhang Ji is a great disciple of the Han Dynasty. His Yuefu poems are as famous as Wang Jian's, and he is also called "Zhang Wang Yuefu". Representative works include Qiu Si, Ode to Women, Wild Old Songs and so on.
3. Qiu Si's short stories
I don't know which Qiu Si you want.
Zhang Ji's original Qiu Si:
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
I want to write a meaningful letter to my family.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
I have lived in Luoyang for three or four years, and my hair is white. What about my family? Are you still alive? Makes me nervous.
At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a long faint light. I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown. It's really "moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " I can't help crying. These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell down and the autumn wind rolled them up again. hey ...
When I came to the study, I wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start. I have so much to say ... after a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.
Early in the morning, I packed the envelope and tied it with fine silk. Hurried figure riding a horse ran to the door of the post, "oh! So you are a messenger. " He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully. When he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if there was anything I forgot to write, and gave the envelope to the person who was leaving. I told the messenger to be careful on the road and be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I am still here, and it will be two or three years before I can go back.
Watching him go away, hot tears blurred my eyes. ...
Rewrite the story of Qiu Si.
The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his hometown.
He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness. Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart.
The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time. He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem "Qiu Si", which has been passed down through the ages.
4. The story about Qiu Si
Melancholy Qiu Si
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it."
Title: Autumn wind and autumn rain are evil people.
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, which makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people. ...
Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents. It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety. There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time!
Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout loudly and pour out his wishes. ...
5. The story of Qiu Si.
Title: Autumn wind and autumn rain are evil people.
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, which makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people. ...
Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents. It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety. There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time!
Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout loudly and pour out his wishes. ...
6. The story of Qiu Si's poems
Zhang Ji was born in poverty. When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth.
He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away.
Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
7. The story of Qiu Si
I have lived in Luoyang for three or four years, and my hair is white. What about my family? Are you still alive? Makes me nervous.
At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a long faint light. I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown. It's really "moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " I can't help crying. These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell down and the autumn wind rolled them up again. hey ...
When I came to the study, I wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start. I have so much to say ... after a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.
Early in the morning, I packed the envelope and tied it with fine silk. Hurried figure riding a horse ran to the door of the post, "oh! So you are a messenger. " He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully. When he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if there was anything I forgot to write, and gave the envelope to the person who was leaving. I told the messenger to be careful on the road and be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I am still here, and it will be two or three years before I can go back.
Watching him go away, hot tears blurred my eyes. ...
Rewrite the story of Qiu Si.
The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his hometown.
He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness. Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart.
The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time. He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem "Qiu Si", which has been passed down through the ages.
On a lonely night, after dinner, Zhang Ji sat in his small yard and enjoyed the bright moonlight hanging in the sky, which really added to the mysterious earth.
He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find a cotton-padded jacket that his mother sewed for him when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
Wang San was preparing. When he left, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and wrote: You should live happily every day, and don't be unhappy about a little thing. After writing these Zhang Ji, he gave the letter to Wang San, who rode away at a gallop.
Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad. I am glad that I can write to my mother, but I am sad that I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
In the autumn evening, the poet Zhang Ji went to his friend's door without eating anything after dinner. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and a very boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month. Please go back. " Say that finish, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing in front of the door.
A chilly autumn wind blew, bringing a chill. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, geese!" " "The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky. Zhang Ji can't help thinking that he lives in Luoyang and never comes back all the year round. This wild goose will come back next year. When will it go back to its hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. Insects and birds used to sing, but now they have disappeared. ...
When he got home, it suddenly occurred to Zhang Ji that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write letters. However, I don't know where to start when I mention a thousand words. In the poet's mind, there are always scenes of parting in those days. I hate that I was young and left my mother without looking back, but I don't know when I will see you again ... When I thought of this, the poet felt tears in his eyes, and all his feelings welled up like spring water at one time, and the poet sent all his thoughts in these paragraphs.
Finally, after writing the letter, Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times for fear that his homesickness could not be fully expressed. Suddenly I heard the night watchman strike three times, and it was the third night. The poet reluctantly put down the letter, sealed it, and slept together, but he couldn't sleep anymore. How he wishes his family could read this letter soon!
In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter. I don't know when, there was the sound of hooves around the corner. "Come, come!" The poet was very excited. I saw the boy who delivered the letter jump off his horse and took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely send it!" " "Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I suddenly heard a shout from behind:" Please stay! " He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read this letter again." The young man hesitated and handed the letter to the poet. The poet quickly opened the letter, examined it carefully, sealed it and gave it to the young man. The young man mounted his horse and drove off at a gallop. The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... The autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop. ...
8. A short story about Qiu Si.
Melancholy Qiu Si
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it."
* * * 356 words. If you want to write well, choose the second article.
Title: Autumn wind and autumn rain are evil people.
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, which makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people. ...
Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents. It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety. There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.
Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time!
Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout loudly and pour out his wishes. ...
9. The story of Zhang Ji Qiu Si.
Zhang Ji went to Beijing for the second time!
On the way to Beijing, the winding footprints have been buried by wind and sand; Looking around, the long dust connected with the sky will break my tired heart.
At noon, the sun is like a brazier, viciously emitting blazing light to the ground. At that time, the earth seemed to be on fire, and the boiling flame was burning, trying to swallow me up. Now, she is clever, kind, gentle and even a little cute. However, the weather is unpredictable, and when the wind blows, the author's homesickness is suddenly hooked up.
The story goes like this: when the poet Zhang Ji wrote this poem, he was living in Luoyang City, and that day happened to be autumn. Zhang Ji, who is in a foreign land, looks at the yellow leaves, withered flowers and all the bleak scenes in front of him, which will inevitably arouse his loneliness in a foreign land and produce feelings of missing his hometown and relatives. However, Luoyang is thousands of miles away from Zhang Ji's hometown, and the traffic was inconvenient at that time. Coupled with other reasons, Zhang Ji could not return to China immediately, so he had to write a letter to express his homesickness. This makes Zhang Jiben's already strong homesickness add a bit of melancholy that he wants to go home but can't, and his thoughts become complicated. The feeling of homesickness filled him with myriad emotions, and he felt that there were endless words, and at that time he didn't know where to start or how to express them. Zhang Ji feels unable to write, but he has asked someone to help him deliver the message, so he has no time to think about it. Deep and rich feelings are hard to express and time is in a hurry. He felt that this letter of several thousand words was still unsatisfactory, as if there were still some important contents not written in it. So when the messenger was about to leave, he quickly opened the envelope, verified his doubts and worries, and added a few unfinished words for fear of missing a sentence. Finally, I sent this homesick letter to a distant place.
I'm so tired. Give me five points.
10. What kind of story is Qiu Si explaining and describing?
Qiu Si in Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Translation:
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown? Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start.
The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.
This is a homesick poem. Express homesickness by describing the feelings before and after writing a letter. The first sentence explains the reason of "the writer's book", and the last three sentences describe the psychological activities before and after writing a book. Before writing a book, it is "full of meaning" and after writing a book, it is "endless fear". The detail of "opening the envelope" vividly shows the mentality of "endless fear of repetition" and integrates meaning and form. What is written is common to everyone, but not everyone can say it. As a guest in a foreign country, I miss my hometown when I see the autumn wind. Please send me a message. Afraid of missing something when I left, I quickly opened it and read it several times. Things are flat, and once they enter poetry, especially when a master like Zhang Ji enters poetry, it will become a wonderful place. This is not common in poetry. Of course, there are also many excellent works with letters from home as the theme in Tang poetry. For example, Cen Can's "On welcoming messengers to Beijing": "When you meet, you don't need paper and pencil, and you can report peace with your message." Writer Ma Jun, in my busy schedule, as an envoy of Lu Yu, sent comfort to Lu Yu's family. Du Fu's hope for spring: "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold." The writer was trapped in Chang 'an under the occupation of An Shi Rebellion. I don't know if his home in the war was Anji, and I am eager to come to comfort me. They all expressed their homesickness with unique skills. The uniqueness of this poem lies in its depth, shallowness and softness in twists and turns. At first glance, it is just a few words, but it is full of profound meaning.
"If you want to be a writer, you are full of meaning", in which the word "desire" is closely related to "watching the autumn wind". It turns out that the poet's mood is calm, like a clear water. The autumn wind blew his emotional ripples. The writing is fluent, but at the end of the sentence, the word "heavy meaning" suddenly came back, just like calligraphy. Therefore, the poet's feelings here are not downstream, but deeper. This technology, seemingly ordinary, is actually extremely high. We played poetry carefully: the poet was homesick for the autumn wind and wanted to write a book, and I didn't know where to start with a thousand words. "Meaning is important", but using virtual reality. Liu Yuxi said in "Song of the Knife Ring": "Today, facing each other, the pulse is full of gravity." "Ten thousand centers of gravity" and "ten thousand meanings" are extremely complicated thoughts and feelings. Every reader with life experience can understand how much care there is. How to write this book because it is full of meaning? Did you write it? The author didn't make it clear for the reader to imagine, which is endless and thought-provoking.
Although "the meaning is too heavy", I can't write it, but in a sense, the letter from home is still written. The problem is that I'm in a hurry to write, and I'm still unfinished. The word "urgent" is vivid and picturesque, which not only describes one's own side, but also reflects the sender's side. As can be seen from the following, the messenger met him immediately during the trip: he may be about to get on the horse and board the ship. Even if it's not as urgent as Cen Can's "meeting at once" in Beijing, he's still anxious for a long time. As the messenger is in such a hurry, the writer has to write quickly. It's difficult to express the ideas in a hurry. In this logical description, the poet's eagerness and haste are as vivid as they are now. The word "inexhaustible" also closely echoes the above-mentioned "heavy meaning", because it is "inexhaustible" and "heavy meaning" is also related to the homesickness caused by "seeing the autumn wind". Huang Shucan's Notes on Tang Poetry says: "The meaning of the first sentence has been generally seen, and the official letter is inexhaustible." When pedestrians come, Kaifeng opens, which is even more wonderful. Think about how to connect the second half of this song, and you will know that the first sentence is difficult to write. "Explain that the beginning of the second half of the poem and the beginning of the whole poem are closely linked. The conclusion of the sentence is even more ingenious and can be called a warning strategy. Yu Biyun nearby commented: "I wrote a book, but I can't talk for a long time. I am about to open, and I am homesick. " He added: "This kind of poetry is all about sex." The so-called "ultimate language" is to write the most sincere feelings of human beings and reach the extreme. Structurally, the last sentence says "I can't talk about it in a hurry" and the next sentence says "I'm going to open it soon", which makes the atmosphere of "hurry" full.