Hong Fei is potential and charming, which sounds far away.
Clouds are ashamed of Yunfu, and rivers are deep.
It is difficult to enter morality and wisdom, but it is difficult to return to the field.
Loyal to the poor sea, lying in the empty forest.
I was lying on the pillow, ignorant of the season and climate, and I took a temporary peek.
Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open.
At the beginning of the scene, the wind direction changed, and the new sun became old and cloudy.
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
Qiqi hurts the song and feels the sound of Chu.
It is easier to live forever than to live alone.
Holding exercises is not the only thing. There is no boredom in life.
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This poem was written by the poet Ren Yongjia when he was a magistrate. His appointment as the magistrate of Yongjia was the result of the exclusion of Song Xingui Group, so the mood of this poem was relatively low, haunted by depression and helplessness. The whole poem is divided into three levels. On the first floor, I wrote about his ambivalence as a commander in chief of Yongjia. Unfortunately, he can neither retire safely like Yinqiu nor make achievements like Feihong. On the second floor, it says that he was looking out of the window when he was ill. The third layer writes about his homesickness.
The second layer is the most wonderful part of this poem. The poet spent a winter in his sickbed, and now it is early spring. He sat by the window, listening to the distant waves lapping on the shore; Looking up at the rolling mountains. The scenery seen nearby is: "Spring grass grows in a long pond, and the garden willows become songbirds." The poet chose a small and typical shot from many scenes in which winter went and spring came: unconsciously, spring grass bloomed in the pond outside the building; The birdsong among the weeping willows in the small garden has also changed. It was from the changes in the pond garden that the poet who had been ill for a long time suddenly realized that there was a strong spring outside. The scenery here is colorful, far and near, and full of vitality. The word "pond" has always been praised by poetic theorists. Its beauty lies in its freshness and naturalness.
In this poem, the poet expresses his inner anguish in various ways, or compares happiness, and uses the gains and losses of autumn and flood to illustrate his loss; Or say it, telling the loneliness of a person living in a foreign land; Or write about feelings with scenery, and set off the poet's inner depression with the interesting spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
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Shen Qian's dragon, how leisurely and wonderful its posture is! Flying birds, how loud and far-reaching their voices are! I want to stay in the sky, but I am ashamed of Hong Fei in the sky. I want to live in the valley, but I am ashamed of the hidden dragon in the abyss. I study morality, but my wisdom is poor; I retired from the farm, but I was incompetent. In pursuit of salary, I came to this remote seaside to be an official, sick in bed, facing the bare Woods. Sleeping with a quilt and a pillow, I don't know the changes of seasons and climate. Open the curtains occasionally and go upstairs for a while. Listen carefully to the sound of running water, lift your eyes and look at the towering mountains. The sunshine in early spring has replaced the residual winter wind, and Xinyang has also replaced the cold last winter. Unconsciously, the pond has been covered with spring grass, and the songbirds on the wicker in the garden have changed their species and voices. The thought of the poem "Picking Countless Qi Qi" really makes me sad, and the thought of the Chu song "Spring grass grows and warblers fly" makes me sad even more. Alas! Living alone is really easy to make people feel that time is very difficult, especially long, and it is really hard to be separated from the group. Adhere to moral integrity. Where only the ancients could do it? The so-called "not boring life" has been tested and practiced on me today.
Note: Wenzhou was called Yongjia in ancient times.