When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Translation:
When did the moon begin to appear? I raise my glass to say hello to heaven. I don't know the heavenly palace, I don't know the year.
I want to ride the wind into the sky, but I'm worried that the rainy building can't stand the cold for nine days.
Dancing and enjoying the bright shadow under the moon seems to be in this world. The moon turned the scarlet pavilion upside down and hung it low on the carved window, shining on his sleepless body.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why are people round when they leave?
People have vicissitudes, and the moon has vicissitudes. This kind of thing has been difficult since ancient times.
Appreciate:
Su Shi is 40 years old when he wrote "Shuidiao Song Tou". This is a year without a doubt. His parents and ex-wife both died. It has been five years since he was at odds with Wang Anshi, the minister of the DPRK, and he moved to other counties. He hasn't seen his younger brother Su Zhe who works in qi zhou for seven years.
Political dissatisfaction and many feelings about life made him drink a few glasses of wine and couldn't help writing this Mid-Autumn Festival poem.
Putting the joys and sorrows of the world into the philosophical pursuit of the universe embodies the author's complex and contradictory thoughts and feelings, and also shows his love for life and positive and optimistic attitude.
I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
The poem ends in a tone of prayer. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles!" Peaceful and accessible, the momentum is not lost. "The moon, which is full, is now crossing the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time."
Poetry begins with sadness and ends with warmth, like a waterfall falling from the sky, pouring down and winding gently, and finally as for the gurgling of Pingchuan.