Are there Qianshan Mountain and Wanshan Mountain? It's hard to leave. Every day is like running water, and my hometown is empty. This is Li Bai's.

This is a poem by Zheng Banqiao, a scholar in Qing Dynasty.

Send a wisp of pine wind to the master.

Zhenbanqiao

Are there Qianshan Mountain and Wanshan Mountain? It's hard to leave.

Day after day is like running water, and my hometown is empty.

Clouds make up the rain in June, and the ancient temple is cold at three o'clock.

Bamboo shoots, tea oil and new wheat rice, when will apes and cranes come to eat together?

The general idea is:

How can there be a barrier to the rich mountain? It's easy to leave, but difficult to get together.

Days passed by like running water, and I was alone on the fence, whether at home or abroad.

It is always rainy in summer, or only pine and cypress are green in winter.

Newly pickled bamboo shoots (a kind of preserved fruit), newly brewed camellia oleifera, and newly harvested wheat for cooking. But when can the same hermit come to taste together? (Ape cranes are used to refer to hermits. From "Biography of Shiyang in Song Dynasty": "Teenagers are happy to be idle, live in peace, raise apes and cranes, play books and sing to themselves. The original intention is that hermits like it, and later generations refer to hermits themselves. )

The whole poem expresses the author, lamenting the loneliness of living alone in cold and hot weather and the difficulty of finding a bosom friend in mountains and rivers.