Listen, yellow bird, don't fall on the tree and don't peck my grain. People in this place refuse to raise me now. Or go back, back to my dear hometown. Listen, yellow bird, don't land on the mulberry tree and don't peck at my red sorghum. People in this place can be honest with him. Or go back to your brother. Listen, yellow bird, don't land on the oak tree and don't eat me. People in this place are not friendly to each other. Or go back, go back to uncle.
The whole poem consists of three chapters with seven sentences in each chapter. The first three sentences are rising, and the last four are lyrical. This poem begins with "Yellow Bird". The yellow bird is a yellow bird, a kind of sparrow. A group of yellowbirds, calling their friends, flew to the trees near the field and greedily stared at the crops that were about to mature in the field.
The man who has been imprisoned in a foreign country for a year can't help exclaiming "Don't peck me". The first three sentences of "Xing" describe the scenery in the autumn fields simply and naturally. Even if people see it thousands of years later, they feel more cordial and feel as if they are there. "Xing" is full of emotion.
The anxiety and anxiety of foreigners are naturally revealed in two consecutive calls. And this is the connection between the "xing" in the first three sentences and the "feeling" in the last four sentences.
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The poet expressed his grief and indignation at the suffering people and wrote about the suffering of people living in a foreign land. No one wants to live in another country unless it is a natural or man-made disaster. But fate made it impossible. The hero in the poem was treated unkindly by others in a foreign land and was in a bad mood. When he saw flocks of yellow birds pecking at the food he had planted hard, a feeling of resentment arose.
In fact, what he hates in his heart is that he often bullies and discriminates against local people, just taking these yellowbirds behind him. This poem, together with Storytelling, shows a reality in ancient society: Storytelling is the curse of the homeland, and yellow birds are the curse of the hometown. Not only is the paradise of heaven nowhere to be found, but even people in this state are "unwilling to go to the valley", "unable to be with the Ming Dynasty" and even "unable to get along".
These people who have left their homes have been exploited, oppressed and bullied in a foreign land, which has aggravated their nostalgia for the nation. Let's go back to our native land. Although we can't escape from mice, yellow birds and villains, we may still be able to seek some warmth in our closeness to our loved ones, so as to free and intoxicated this sad heart.