The original text of the nine poems (seven of them) of Langtaosha is as follows:
Liu Yuxi of Tang Dynasty
In August, the waves roared to the ground, and the head was several feet high and touched the mountain. .
After a while, he entered the sea gate, rolling up piles of sand like snowdrifts.
The appreciation is as follows:
When I first read this poem, I didn’t feel it was profound or difficult to understand. Isn’t it just describing the momentum of the waves in August? There are no unfamiliar words in the poems, they are almost as clear as words.
The sound of the waves, their height, direction, and the final pile of sand are clearly described.
To this day, I still recite these lines of poetry over and over again, feeling that they are really meaningful.
The poet describes the waves, but I think of the rushing crowds. No? Look at all the living beings among us, who is not caught up in the roaring waves, but some people want to find a unique way and crash into the rugged mountain head, either with bloody heads or broken bones, but in the end Turn back and return to the sea. Looking back at the beach under the sun, everything gray, gray and yellow is illuminated by the golden sun, making it all white.
The world of life is not like this. When I was young, it was always black and white. I always wanted to see the world thoroughly. I beat myself countless times, fell countless times, got up countless times, and laughed at myself countless times. Finally, I returned to the vast sea of ????people, and I didn’t know which foam in the waves I was, or whether I was a grain of white sand or yellow sand in the sand.
The world is too big, and one person is even more insignificant. Being able to enjoy the sunshine is happiness.