He Zhizhang's
When he was young, he left home, and when he was old, the local accent did not change.
When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the guests come from.
1. These two poems are ingenious in writing. They are clearly about themselves, but they look at themselves from the eyes of children, which reflects the vicissitudes of the world. A word "guest" is full of meaning and rhyme, and the inner desolation can be seen. The meaning of the poem: The children (in the village) saw He Zhizhang but didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he came from.
2. Meaning: I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has been sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They smiled and asked, Where did this guest come from?
3. My Hometown Couplet Book is a group of poems by He Zhizhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, which is included in The Whole Poem of Tang Dynasty. Although this poem was written by the author in his later years, it is full of life interest. The first poem expresses the author's sadness when he has been away from home for a long time, and also writes the intimacy of returning home after a long separation; The second poem captures the contrast between the change and the invariability of hometown, revealing the author's feelings and helplessness about the changes of life, the vicissitudes of time, and the fact that things have changed.
4. (1) Couplet book: a poem written casually. Occasionally, it shows that the poem was written by accident, and it was written at any time when something was seen and felt. ⑵ Leaving home: He Zhizhang was a 37-year-old scholar and left his hometown before that. Boss: Old. He Zhizhang was over eighty when he returned home. (3) Local accent: the accent of hometown. No change: nothing has changed. One is "difficult to change." Hair decay (Cu Ι): The beard and hair of the elderly are sparse and less. Bones, hair near the ears on the forehead. One is "face hair". Decline, here should mean reduction. The whole sentence means that the accent has not changed, but it has been sparse and reduced. (4) Meet: See me immediately. Xiang, an adverb with reference. Unfamiliar: you don't know me. 5] Ask with a smile: Ask with a smile. One is "asking questions" and the other is "asking questions".
5. He Zhizhang was eighty-six years old when he resigned from the imperial office and returned to his hometown of Yongxing (now Xiaoshan, Hangzhou, Zhejiang) in Tang Xuanzong Tianbao for three years (744). It has been more than fifty years since he left his hometown. Life is easy to get old, and the world is vicissitudes. He has infinite feelings in his heart, so he wrote this group of poems.
6. It's a sentimental poem about being in a foreign land for a long time and remembering my hometown. It was written when I first arrived, expressing the feelings of being hurt by a long time. In the first and second sentences, the poet is in a familiar and unfamiliar environment in his hometown, and his mood is quite uneasy all the way: he left home in his prime; Today, when I return home, I can't help but feel it. The first sentence uses the sentences of "leaving home when young" and "returning to the boss" to sum up the fact that you have been away from home for decades, which implies the feeling of hurting the boss. In the second sentence, the "hair on the temples" is the top of the previous sentence, specifically writing out one's own "boss" state, and setting off the changed "hair on the temples" with the constant "local accent", which means "I don't forget my hometown, can my hometown still recognize me", thus paving the way for arousing the next two sentences of children's strangers and asking questions.
7. Three or four sentences have changed from a self-portrait full of emotion to a dramatic scene of children laughing and asking questions. "Laugh and ask where the guest comes from", in children, this is just a faint question, and the words stop; In the poet, it became a heavy blow, which led to his infinite feelings. His old age and sorrow of opposing the Lord and the guest were all included in this seemingly dull question. This is where the whole poem ends quietly, but the implication is like an empty valley, full of sadness and endless.
8. As far as the whole poem is concerned, one or two sentences are still mediocre, but three or four sentences are like twists and turns. The beauty of the last two sentences lies in the powder on the back, which has no trace: although mourning is written, it is expressed by happy scenes; Although I wrote about myself, I turned it out from the children's side. The scene of children's questioning is full of interest in life. Even if the reader is not infected by the poet's feelings of hurting the elderly for a long time, he can't help but be moved by this interesting life scene.
Looking back at the composition
Looking back, the past is like the wind, like a swallow skimming over the water, like rain sliding over the eaves.
following the arrow that left the string, one foot has crossed the other world of time, and the other foot is about to cross this threshold.
I can't figure out when I made so many deals with God Jesus. I traded my hoarse voice and my height of 1.63 for this part of my life, forcing me to the door of the next year.
Everything I've experienced is like clouds and smoke in the past, and it's gone in a flash, leaving only a shadow for me to look back.
looking back, the past is like a poem.
I received a New Year card from my former friend yesterday, saying, "Remember me?" It reminds me of the past, the innocence of my childhood still makes me laugh, and the naughty childhood still makes me remember.
If these beautiful memories are connected together, I believe it will drown the boldness of Dongpo and Li Bai's romantic life.
looking back, the past is like a dream.
It's flickering in my mind, only a beautiful moment, but there are no fragments such as the beginning and the end.
Too good memories will be joyful, but too much nostalgia will only fetter people. The past is like that piece of fruit candy, which can make people intoxicated every time.
But the past will also become opium, which makes people unconscious.
forget it! The past is always the past, there is no need to entangle, don't worry that everything in front of you will turn into the past immediately, just grasp it well, because God won't keep winter because you are afraid of cold, and time won't stop because you are happy and naughty, so make great strides, as long as you are worthy of yourself!
What I saw and felt when I revisited my old place, expressing my feelings about life
I can't describe it, and I don't seem to have too much joy or too much sadness.
It's been about half a year since I left that classroom. It's better to get together than to say that every parting in life is an invisible providence.
I always think that one day in the future, we will come from different places, just for a long-lost party, and we will talk about our experiences over the years. Maybe some people are glad for their success, and some people will listen to them while holding back their misfortune.
however, in our eyes, this situation is as it was at the beginning.
The school hasn't changed much. As soon as I walked to the door, I met an "old friend".
That uncle is pulling a bicycle and still defrauding students of money in such a childish way.
I still clearly remember the first time he laid hands on me.
it's probably this dress or this bike.
I approached slowly, but I didn't drag my feet at all.
"classmate, give me a dollar to repair my bike".
In fact, I can't remember whether I gave him any money. I only remember that a few days later, at the same place, he came up to me with his bicycle. "Classmate, give me two yuan to repair my bicycle."
it's only been a few days, and uncle's money for repairing bicycles has gone up.
There was another experience. On the way to school alone in the early morning, an old man rushed in front of me and stopped me. "Student, give me some money." I felt in my pocket and gave him 5 cents.
He looked close to his eyes and said contemptuously, "It's only fifty cents!" , and then turned around and rushed to the front of me, "oh, students, give more! “。
Seeing that he was suspected of robbing money, I ran away.
Later, this uncle and this old man, like money in my pocket, always met on the road.
after a long time, such a scene has become a habit.
In fact, I have done many good things, but I will never forget one thing ..... I walked into the school with my friends, and I took photos of my surroundings with my mobile phone, as if I were visiting a scenic spot.
before we knew it, we finished visiting the campus.
In the past, students often used "vicissitudes" to describe Nanlou and Renfeng Pavilion in Fu Hu Yuan. At that time, I felt that these students' writing was too poor, and either they quoted them indiscriminately or they made random statements.
Actually, now that I think about it, what other words can I use to describe it? The south building is like a lonely old man, breathing and breathing in the modern atmosphere, silently vicissitudes.
Renfeng Pavilion is like Gu Liang standing at the water's edge, suffering from the wind and light.
My friend asked me whether I miss studying here or the people here. I said, I miss both.
I also miss the scenery here.
when I came to the playground, I specially ran to the podium to have a look.
On those two walls, there are many sad or hopeful words written.
There, a lot of things that can't be said in reality are written on it, and two full walls record many secrets.
for it, we can call it "history".
standing on the rostrum, I look around. On the one hand, it is as vast as a plain, and on the other hand, there are many towers.
There are two worlds, one is what we longed for at that time, and the other is what we cherish today.
I remember President Jiang, his enthusiasm when he shouted slogans, and his endless "three sentences".
In fact, I have been secretly laughing on the way to school. I didn't cry for joy when friends got together, not because I came to my alma mater.
It's just that my friend's clothes are so funny, like an Altman, rhyming a little, like a big idiot.
he said he was afraid of meeting acquaintances, so he had to hide himself.
So I dressed like this, revealing only two eyes.
The effect of doing this is also obvious, and his classmate who repeated the study really didn't recognize him.
My friend urged me to go back, and I took some photos with my mobile phone close to the glass in no hurry.
the same classroom, similar layout, changed to another group of people.
In the last two seats near the window, many stories happened.
Maybe today, that kind of scene continues.
I like singing, and I will sing with my brothers in front of me after class.
In fact, they all sang beautifully, but at that time, maybe I seldom admitted it.
It should be a kind of luck to sit in that position, and you can be found sleeping by the teacher as little as possible.
of course, there are mistakes.
In my memory, the two rows behind the geography class were sleeping.
I slept in the most exaggerated posture. After I slept, I straightened up in an ostentatious manner, picked up the water cup and drank a mouthful of water.
Then he pretended to be serious and looked vaguely at the blackboard.
The geography teacher pointed at me and said, "Look at you, your face is red with sleep!" When the whole class focused their eyes, only the students on the left were still sleeping.
The teacher pointed to him, "Look at that classmate, still sleeping! "The teacher is very helpless and we are very happy.
In a trace of reluctance, another friend who was waiting for us outside the school called and asked why he hadn't come out yet.
I said, "The monk's broken car can't be pulled away, and the quality is really poor.".
"Alas, I knew that guy had a lot to do, and everything was so slow! "The monk on the side made a gesture of wanting to beat me, shouting," If you don't leave, you still depend on me, taking pictures everywhere, you guy! "I remember one afternoon in the summer vacation, probably a few days before the start of college, when the four of us made our final farewell at school.
On that day, the monk and I picked and drank many gingko and lotus seeds, and then rode an electric car around the school.
At the end, the monk said, Let's go around again.
in this way, we circled four or five times and then left.
When we leave, we don't have much to say, but we will meet again on National Day.
Maybe that's what friends do. There's no Nini to talk about, and there's no grudge against you.
yes, it's just a tacit understanding of mutual compliance.
revisiting the old place, what I saw and thought can be summed up in one sentence: If people are sick, does God know?
revisit the old place when traveling, and describe the feelings of the sentence
1. In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
2. The jade carving fence should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.
3, a flash in the pan, ephemerality, have had the most beautiful moment, a person's life relative to the eternity of all things, but it's just a snap.
4. There's nothing to do. It's like I've met Yan before.
5. Looking back, it's sweet to go to the last year.
6. The night is dim, I can't sleep, and I listen to all the spring words. Every day is a new piece, and I am no longer at leisure, looking at the stars full of moonlight and moving forward.
7. There is only white hair in the fair world, and the nobles have never spared it.
8. In case you don't see it, the Yellow River waters all over the world, entering the ocean, never to return.
9. I haven't seen you, how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.
1. I like to sing the ode to the evening, and the green hills shine brightly everywhere.
11. Good times are hard to come by, and great moments in life, so don't go back to the old dreams.
12. Sporadic time can be a complete time if it can be used promptly.
13. The so-called "mountains are piled up" is true. It is easy to lose a day, and there is no way to get it back.
14. In this door last year, peach blossoms set each other off.
I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
15. Why do you drift away, why do you have fewer groups, why do you have to be separated for a long time, and why can't you be safe? Refers to the cloud asking heaven, and the piano is full of blood.
Poems to express the joy of revisiting one's old place
Poems to express the joy of revisiting one's old place are as follows: 1. Moonlit Night on the Spring River In the Tang Dynasty, the rivers of Zhang Ruoxu flowed around Fangdian, and the flowers and forests were all like graupel in the moonlight.
the frost in the air doesn't fly, but you can't see it on the white sand.
Vernacular translation: The river meanders around Yuan Ye, which is full of flowers and plants, and the moonlight shines on the trees full of flowers like fine snow beads flashing.
The moonlight shines on the Chunjiang River. With the waves shining for thousands of miles, the Chunjiang River everywhere has bright moonlight.
2. Tang Dynasty in thoughts of old time at west fort mountain: Liu Yuxi and Wang Zhuo disembarked from Yizhou, the royal ghost has pined in the city of Nanjing.
Chihiro's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and a stone fell out.
Vernacular translation: Wang Zhuo's warships left Yizhou along the east and west of the Yangtze River, and the incomparable splendor of Jinling was suddenly eclipsed.
The fire destroyed the iron chain of Baizhang and sank to the bottom of the river, and the flag of Dongwu was raised on the stone city.
3. The Jade Case Every year, spring affairs come to several Song Dynasties: Ouyang Xiu bought flowers and wine in Chang 'an, and they competed for each other.
don't waste the east wind to blow the guest's tears.
I can't express my love for you, and my dreams and souls are unfounded. I only have to return.
vernacular translation: even if you buy flowers and wine in Chang' an every day, what can you compare with watching peaches and plums in the mountains of your hometown? Don't blame the spring breeze for blowing away the tears of strangers. It is difficult to express the feelings of lovesickness, and the dream soul is also wandering. Only when you return to your hometown can you be satisfied.
4. Huaiwanling's old tour of the Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng only thought about the sun and the stream.
the wind shadow of the wine flag falls in the spring.
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