2. Original text
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
Wangwan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
3. Translation
Travelers pass through the desolate Gubei Mountain, and ships follow the blue river. At high tide, the banks of the river are flush with the river and very open. Sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The night is not over, a red sun has risen from the sea, spring is early on the river, and the old year has not passed the New Year. How to convey a letter sent to my hometown? Goose returning to the north, please help me take it home and bring it back to Luoyang.
4. Brief analysis
A berth under the Beibao Mountain is the work of Wang Wan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem accurately and concisely describes the magnificent scenery such as green hills, green waters, flat tides and wide shores when the author was moored at the foot of Gubei Mountain in late winter and early spring, and expresses the author's deep homesickness. The whole poem has been widely read for its natural brushwork, vivid scenery, vivid feelings, blended scenes, magnificent style and great charm.
This song was written in late winter and early spring. When I was traveling by the river, I was homesick. The beginning begins with a antithesis, writing about the wandering feelings of Shenchi's hometown. The second couplet is about sailing on the river of "tidal flat" and "positive wind", and the scene is magnificent. Sanlian wrote about the scene of sailing at dawn, and the antithesis implied philosophy, "The beauty of depicting scenery lies in generations to come", giving people a positive artistic charm. The tail couplet saw that the geese missed their parents and echoed the first couplet. The whole poem is shrouded in faint homesickness. "... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness", without losing the wonderful poetry garden, the magnificent Millennium.