I stayed in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I felt very depressed and lonely.
The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night.
The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it.
Brief introduction of the author
Li Bai (AD 70 1-762), a famous Taibai, was the most famous poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and one of the greatest poets in the history of China. His poems are bold and elegant, unconventional, rich in imagination, natural circulation, beautiful in rhyme and varied in form.
A brief explanation of a sentence
Solve the problem: once, Li Bai lived in the home of a farmer's old mother named Xun in rime mountain and was deeply moved by her sincere and warm hospitality. He wrote this poem to express his sincere gratitude and respect. Wusong Mountain: In the south of Tongling County, Anhui Province. Loneliness: a state of silence and invisibility. Autumn work: autumn labor. Kneeling: Holding an offering in a kneeling position (the ancients made him kneel on the ground, keep his upper body straight with his feet on the ground, which is called "kneeling"). Because Li Bai knelt down to eat, Xun Wei naturally knelt down to serve him. Carving Hu: Carving Hu rice, also known as "wild rice". Zizania latifolia grows in water, bears fruit in autumn (Zizania latifolia) and is edible. The tender stem with thick base of Zizania latifolia is called "Zizania latifolia" and can be eaten as a vegetable. Plain board: a board with natural color of ceramics without painting. Drift Mother: According to historical records? According to Hou Chuan of Huaiyin, Han Xin was very poor when he was young and went fishing in Huaiyin. An old mother (floating mother) who washed silk floss by the water saw that he was hungry and gave him food. After Han Xin was made King of Chu, he returned his floating mother's daughter to show his gratitude. Three thanks: Thanks again and again.
A series of poems
I spent the night under Wusong Mountain, and what I saw and heard was unpleasant.
The farmers in the field work hard in autumn, and the woman next door is miserable at night.
Xun's mother politely served glutinous rice, and the bright moonlight reflected the white rice and vegetarian dishes.
My heart is as ashamed as Han Xin's wandering mother. Thanks again and again, I can't bear to enjoy this meal.
meaning
The author's poetic style is famous for its elegance and boldness, but this poem is straightforward, without false arrangement and carving. The poetic style is steady, simple and natural, and the language is simple and clear, but it is sincere and touching. It is a rare and unique masterpiece in the author's poems.
Readers may find that the last two sentences of the poem are particularly heavy, and the first reading is quite abrupt: the author is deeply ashamed, and even compares Xun's mother to a floating mother who cooked a meal for Han Xin. He was so grateful that "a meal is worth 1000 yuan, and it is difficult to get a return". He was so excited that he couldn't bear to enjoy the glutinous rice after thanking him again and again! A plate of ordinary glutinous rice impressed the author so much, which was not explained in the original poem, but it is not difficult to reasonably infer from the poem that this plate of glutinous rice is a serious dedication to the author, which is by no means measurable by money value! The author saw and heard the "bitter" and "cold" living conditions of the farmers at the foot of the mountain: Qiu Lai is facing a bumper harvest, but the farmers are unhappy; On a cold night, the noise of the rice cooked in the morning by neighboring women was enough to make the author feel sorry, but mother Xun unexpectedly prepared a plate of rice for herself! Guess she may be a poor old lady, so she can only ask someone to pick some glutinous rice from the pond, peel it off and clean it with an old hand, make a plate of rice and give it to the author for dinner. Besides, it is hard for us to imagine that a long meal can make the author tempted to that extent.
Thank God, the master of our universe, for creating an ordinary and beautiful figure like mother Xun, comforting and imitating all beings in suffering. Thank the author for letting us know such an ordinary and beautiful person. The eternal spread of this poem is exactly what the author deserves!