Bai Juyi alone at night in early autumn
The cool leaves in the well are moving, and the nearby pestle is making an autumn sound.
I sleep alone under the eaves, and I feel half-moon in bed.
The meaning is relatively simple, the technique is not too special, and it is a relatively ordinary poem. Let me post a piece of text that was rewritten based on poetic meaning on the Internet.
There is a plane tree planted next to the well. It looks so lonely and sad. Whenever the wind blows, there will always be a "rustling" sound, like a person crying, so desolate and uncomfortable. I don’t know what this means, but all I can say at this point is that maybe it’s a sign that autumn is coming, because I dare not think of anything else. I was lying alone on a big bed, facing outside the eaves, looking at the unsightly scene of everything in the courtyard withering in autumn, everything was so lifeless, and listening to the particularly sad sounds unique to autumn. sound.