"The song of my hometown is a distant flute/always sounds on moonlit nights..." Xi Murong's poem "Nostalgia", although I only taught it once, I thought, I might be Never forget it again. I'm very grateful for this. Yes, no one would use a metaphor like this, and no one would use a metaphor like this: Is hometown a song, or is the song of hometown like a crisp and distant flute sound, or is it both? Then he couldn't help but, from far away to close, from vague to crisp, carrying the moon with its clear brilliance all over the earth, rowing towards the sea of ????his heart... "The appearance of my hometown is a kind of vague feeling of loss / as if "Waving goodbye in the fog" Have you heard this metaphor? Please taste it carefully, and you will find that this "blurred melancholy" is so expressive and appropriate, gently recalling the image of your hometown many years ago in your mind: she is vague And it's real, but it can't be said one by one, and it can't be said one by one, so a trace of melancholy and confusion arises in the depths of the soul, just like the thick fog in the mountains on that autumn morning. Although relatives are facing the future, I waved my hand while traveling far away. However, in my eyes that were constantly filled with tears and became misty, how could I clearly capture the heartfelt feelings and wishes of my loved ones that I could not bear to leave? Perhaps, no one will not applaud this series of exquisite metaphors after reading it carefully. Not only that, the poet's longing for his hometown has become "a tree without annual rings that will never grow old."
This ageless longing has aroused the deep emotions and endless expectations of many people who are wandering in foreign lands! Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts on the Pure Sky and Sands" contains the line "The sun sets in the west/The heartbroken man is at the end of the world". He uses a direct expression of his heart. His feelings were transformed into such an implicit and meaningful poem by the poet Xi Murong. OK! ...Thus, the laughter of childhood, the pursuit of friends, the forgetful play... The scenes left to me in my hometown many years ago have become so intimate, and the love that has been separated is reconnected one by one...