Bright bowstring, so I heard the sound of dawn. The river bank is pressed by mountain shadows, and the stars flow through the wilderness. I think everything.
Still sleeping, only I was the first to wake up.
When people talk about Lu Li's poem, they usually don't mention it.
This poem was written in Yan 'an in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time, describing what the poet saw and heard when he woke up in the middle of the night.
Moonlight flowed from the threshold, but the poet mistakenly thought it was dawn. It is easy to wake up from a dream.
Li Bai once mistook the moonlight in front of the bed for a box. He got up and pushed open the door to see that it was still there.
Late at night. It is conceivable that he is used to getting up at dawn. What awakened him was the expectation of dawn.
He didn't go back to the house, but looked at the wilderness in the moonlight: rolling mountains, huge mountains on the river bank.
The big shadow, ... the earth is shrouded in silence. A meteor that cuts through the night sky and a bow string of the moon that is blown by the wind have both.
It reflects the silence of the night and gives people a sense of movement. The night is marching and the dawn is coming.
He faced the earth alone, and he felt that he was the first person to wake up. The word "feeling" is used here,
This poem has a deeper meaning: the poet is the most sensitive person to the times and the most urgent person to look forward to the dawn.
The poet here doesn't mean himself, at least not just himself.
I am happy for the quiet and profound artistic conception of this little poem, which is rare in general new poetry. It reflects
A poet who lives in a free land and has been baptized by battle has a pure and optimistic heart.