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.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
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Outside the lush mountains are the roads for tourists, and ships sail in the green waters.
The tide is high, the banks of the river are flush with the river, the whole river is very open, and the sails hang straight in the wind.
The night hasn't faded, the rising sun has risen on the river in Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring.
Where should I send my book home? Go to the north to return to the wild goose, please take it back to Luoyang!
"Widening the bank until the low tide" and "wide" are the results of "tidal flat". The spring tide is surging and the river is vast. Looking around, the river seems to be flat with the shore, which broadens the horizons of the people on board. This sentence, written in a grand way,
"Stir the lonely sails without wind" is getting more and more exciting. "Hanging" means hanging straight from one end to the other. The poet uses "the wind is right" instead of "smooth sailing" because "smooth sailing" alone is not enough to ensure "sailing" Although the wind was smooth, it was strong and the sails bulged into an arc. Only under the condition of downwind and breeze can the sail be "hung". The word "positive" includes both "shun" and "harmony". Xiao Jing is quite vivid in this sentence. But not only that, as Wang Fuzhi pointed out, the beauty of this poem is that it "conveys the god of the big scene with a small scene" (Jiang Zhai's poetic remarks). It is conceivable that if you sail in a winding river, you always have to turn. Such a small scene is rare. If you sail in the Three Gorges, even if it is calm, it will still surge. Such a small scene is rare. The beauty of the poem lies in that through the small scene of "No wind stirs my lonely sail", it also shows the big scenes of Ye Ping's openness, DC and calmness. The image is grand. In spring, the ice and snow melt, the river overflows, the cliffs are wide, the wind blows hard, and the sails are open. How strong it is.