Autumn is the season for me to travel to Tongguan. The pounding of horses' hooves refers to the wars that took place in Tongguan in history, such as Cao Cao and Ma Chao, Ming Dynasty and Li Zicheng. The whole poem means that the past war history is gone forever.
At the end of the poem, high clouds cluster the city, and the autumn wind blows away the sound of hooves. Tongguan, an ancient poem written by Tan Sitong, has the following contents:
Finally, the high clouds gathered in this city,
The autumn wind blew away the sound of hooves.
This river is still too desolate,
The mountain enters Tongguan to solve the injustice.
Information of poet Tan Sitong
Complete works of Tan Sitong's poems
Tan Sitong (1865- 1898), a native of Liuyang, Hunan, was a famous bourgeois politician, thinker and reformer in modern China. He argued that China could only be strong by developing national industry and commerce and learning from the political system of the western bourgeoisie. Publicly put forward to abolish the imperial examination, develop schools, open mineral deposits, build railways and create employment. ...
Complete works of Tan Sitong's poems: Winter Night, Poems of deja vu, Night Scene of Xiaoxiang, Seven Wonders of Peony Finger-citron Painting, Love on New Year's Eve, Three Lovers, Jiang Xing, Reform Movement of 1898 into Du Bieyou.
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