original text
It's too late for the homestay master to open a room in the mountains.
The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet. The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place. Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Full text interpretation: The sunset has crossed the mountains in the west, and the valley in the front mountain suddenly becomes dark and silent. According to the moon, the pine forest feels cooler at night, and the sound of wind and spring is particularly clear. The woodcutter in the mountain has almost left, and the birds in the mist have just returned to their nests to rest. Ding Da promised to stay in the temple tonight and stand alone on the mountain road waiting for you.
Appreciation of works: This poem is about the poet waiting for his friend to arrive in the mountains, but his friend still hasn't arrived. The poet touches the ethereal freely, and his brushwork is intended to outline the scenery in the mountains at dusk with great characteristics and feelings. The whole poem is full of pictures, full of aesthetic feeling, profound and endless.
Creation background: The writing date of this poem is to be determined, and its background is as follows: Meng Haoran lives in a monk's temple, and his friend Ding Da (Ding Feng) has agreed to come to the temple to accompany him in the evening. It was dark, and before Ding Dalai came, Meng Haoran went out of the temple to wait for him and wrote this poem to record.
About the author: Meng Haoran (689 ~ 740), a poet in the Tang Dynasty. His real name is Hao, and the word is awesome. Xiangyang, Xiangzhou, is called Meng Xiangyang. He is also called Monsanto because he has never been an official. In his early years, he was eager to use the world. After his career was difficult and frustrated, he still respected himself and lived a hermit's life. Once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. Forty years old, traveling in Chang 'an, he should be a scholar. He once wrote a poem named Gong Qing in imperial academy, and he wrote for it. Later, I worked in Jingzhou and got gangrene. I have traveled all over the southeast. Poetry and Wang Wei are also called "Wang Meng". His poems are light and good at writing landscapes, reflecting landscapes, seclusion, travel and so on. Most of them are short stories in five words with unique artistic attainments. Meng Haoran collected three volumes, and now he compiled two volumes of poetry.