In September of the lunar calendar, it is already late autumn, and red maple, chrysanthemum and yellow tree are all dyed. Look at the red and yellow, the fallen leaves take root, such as the morning bell and the dusk drum, like birds and flowers. Meet the most beautiful late autumn in ancient poetry, the forest is dyed and the scenery is infinite!
1, the creative background of Changsha Qinyuanchun
Qinyuanchun Changsha was written by Mao Zedong in the late autumn of 1925. At that time, Mao Zedong left Shaoshan, his hometown, went to Guangzhou to give a lecture on the peasant movement and revisited Orange Island via Changsha. Facing the beautiful natural autumn scenery on the Xiangjiang River and recalling the revolutionary situation at that time, the author wrote this word.
2. Appreciation of Changsha Qinyuan Spring
The word "See all the mountains and dye all the forests", a total of seven sentences, describes the colorful Qiu Jingtu seen by an independent orange island. It is not only a portrayal of the surrounding forest, but also contains the poet's fiery revolutionary feelings. Red symbolizes revolution, fire and light. "Thousands of mountains are everywhere" is a vivid expression of the poet's thought that a single spark can start a prairie fire, and it is an optimistic vision for the revolution and the future of the motherland.
"The eagle hits the sky, the fish jumps shallowly, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom." It is the poet's yearning and pursuit of freedom and liberation. The poet chose several typical scenes from mountains, rivers, the sky and the bottom of the water to describe them, which are far and near, dynamic and static, and in stark contrast. These seven sentences provide the background for the lyric behind, and set off the atmosphere. "The expression of the author's broad mind, from writing scenery directly to expressing feelings, naturally brings out the lyric movement in the second half.
In late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the surging Hunan water running northward. Thousands of peaks have all turned red, and layers of trees seem to have been dyed; The river is crystal clear, and a large ship is braving the wind and waves.
Vernacular:
On a crisp autumn day in late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the clear water of Xiangjiang River slowly flow northward. You see that thousands of peaks have all turned red, and the layers of trees seem to be stained with color. The river is crystal clear, and the big ships are racing against the wind and waves.
The eagle flies in the vast sky, the fish swims in the clear water, and everything is fighting for a free life in Qiu Guang. Facing the vast universe, thousands of thoughts come to mind together. I want to ask: Who will decide the rise and fall of this boundless land?
In retrospect, my classmates and I often come here hand in hand to play. Talking about state affairs together, countless extraordinary years still haunt me. Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and strong.
Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt. Do you remember? At that time, we were swimming in a place where the river was deep and urgent, and the waves almost blocked the speeding boat.