Ancient poetry, autumn wind breaking houses, Song Dynasty, notes, chapter one.
After reading this poem, I was filled with emotion, as if I had crossed the Tang Dynasty and arrived at Du Fu's former residence. Suddenly, it was cloudy, the wind was blowing hard, and the rain was like a note. A dilapidated thatched cottage on the Huanhua River in Chengdu is crumbling, with thatched roofs flying all over the sky? The rain stopped, and the urchins in Nancun came again with smiles, watching helplessly as they carried the blown thatch into the bamboo forest to play. Du Fu, who was old and frail, was lying in bed. Although he shouted loudly, he could not stop him, but sighed silently. But where is he? Is the bedside table leaking and dry? Worried about the country and the people in the thatched cottage, dreaming? There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy. ? He does not seek personal gain, but only benefits the people, which makes future generations admire him.
Reading, I can't help being infected by his patriotism. Many patriots at all times and in all countries suddenly appeared in my mind. In ancient times, Xin Qiji made up his mind to recover lost ground when he was young. When he grew up, he personally led more than 2,000 hometown brothers to resist gold. Twenty years later, he became an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. However, he was victimized by North Korean traitors. Ten Comments on Meiqin and Nine Comments on China's recovery were not adopted. He was patriotic, patriotic and worried about the people, but he didn't have a chance to make great achievements, and eventually he left with a grudge. It is said that he shouted: Kill the thief! Kill the thief! ? Ah, that's a cry of grief and indignation because of the ambition of not getting paid!
At present, Jiao is a civil servant, and his childhood suffered a lot. His father was forced to die, and he was in a black prison, beaten and working hard. So, with the heart of liberating the motherland and benefiting the people, he joined the * * * production party. After being liberated through hard struggle, he went to the grassroots to work hard, always thinking about the people, loving them deeply and doing his best for them. 19621February, transferred to lankao, engaged in waterlogging, sand and alkali removal. Three evils? In this process, he is both an organizer and an actor, and often leads cadres and county people to travel long distances to investigate? Three evils? At that time, he was very ill. He often put his hand against his stomach and worked hard with severe pain. And he scrimped and saved, reluctant to take medicine, reluctant to throw away socks that have been sewn dozens of times? His action by example finally brought great results? The old Lankao, which used to be full of sand and salt, is now a prosperous new Weiwei. But the candle that burned life burned out, and he gave his young life for the party and the country!
Looking overseas,/kloc-At the beginning of the 9th century, Poland was divided by the European powers, and the people fell into endless suffering, and the musician Chopin was forced to leave the motherland. A few days later, Warsaw Uprising broke out in Poland, but it failed. Chopin was heartbroken, turned his own blood into fiery notes and wrote the patriotic song "Revolutionary Etudes". He misses his motherland day and night and often writes and composes around the clock. Fatigue and anger finally made Chopin fall to the hospital bed. On his deathbed, he had only one wish? Bring my heart back to my motherland! ?
Du Fu, Xin Qiji, Jiao Youlu and Chopin, whether in the leaky thatched cottage or in the desert battlefield, whether in the glistening saline-alkali land or in the snow-white hospital bed, are thinking about the motherland and loving the people. When we grow up, we should also serve the motherland like them, not for our own selfish interests, but for the interests of the people!
Ancient poetry, autumn wind breaking houses, Song Dynasty, reading notes, the next part
Today, I read another poem, the name is "The Hut was Blown by Autumn Wind". It was written by Du Fu in the second year of Shang Dynasty (AD 76 1), which is one of his famous works.
In August of this year, Du Fu's hut was broken by the autumn wind. After the wind stopped, it rained heavily again, and the poet's family stayed up all night because of the leak in the house. But in such an embarrassing situation, the poet thinks of hope instead of himself? The poor in the world? You can live in a mansion and be protected from the wind and rain. And said that if this wish can come true, I would rather freeze to death than myself. The lofty spiritual realm of selflessness revealed in the poem is a concrete embodiment of the poet's broad feelings of worrying about the country and the people. This poem is both memorable and lyrical. It is written with ups and downs, simple and profound, and gripping. Poetry has been immortal for thousands of years, which made Chengdu Caotang, a small house where poets lived at that time, famous all over the world.
The poet first described such a picture for us in popular language: one day in August, the autumn wind was blowing violently and swept away a lot of thatch in the thatched cottage of the poet's house on the river bank. The thatch drifted to the suburbs by the river with the wind, some were blown to the top of the tree and hung, others floated very low and sank into the pond. The poet ran over with the thatch blown by the wind, trying to pick them up, but he saw a group of naughty children from Nancun, who picked up all the thatch from the poet's house. They ran quickly into the bamboo forest, and the poet didn't seem to hear them. Because the poet was too old and weak to catch up with them, he had to walk home slowly on crutches, sighing and worried as he walked. How can you sleep in a room with a broken roof at night without a thatched house? ?
Soon, it was dark, the wind stopped and the clouds were gathering. It's time for bed. There is a leak in the house and it's raining heavily outside. The rain in the house hangs down from the sky like twine. The whole house is wet and cold. I wanted to cover it with a quilt to keep it warm, but because my family was poor, the quilt was used for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. In addition, the poet's youngest son always sleeps badly at night and loves to toss and turn in bed. Since that experience? An Shi rebellion? Poets can't sleep well every night. He thinks the night today is particularly long. How can he wait until dawn!
The poet tossed and turned, unable to sleep, sending out heavy feelings. He thought: I really hope I can have a spacious big house in front of me, so that all the poor people in the world can live and work in peace and contentment, and they will no longer suffer from wind and rain, displacement and fidgeting like me. If this dream can come true and there are thousands of houses in Qian Qian to shelter the world from the wind and rain, then I, an old man, will willingly freeze to death in this shabby hut and smile in my grave!
After learning this poem, I not only sympathize with the poet's unfortunate experience of turmoil, poverty and wind and rain, but also admire his broad feelings of pushing others and caring for the public. This is Du Fu, a great realistic poet. He did not forget his mission in grief, but wrote this poem with a pen full of affection:
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When did I suddenly see this house in front of me, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone?
Ancient poetry, autumn wind breaking huts, Song Dynasty, reading notes 3
The climate in autumn is pleasant. Even in late autumn, it's just a little more chill, but it's also a charm. But in such a season full of aura, who would have thought that a great poet, a great writer, and a person who once wrote farewell songs were hungry and cold in a shabby hut and poor? This is the position of a talented person who cares about the country and the people. Besides, he was still in office, and he was still alive? Has cloth been as cold as iron for years? 、? Is there a leak in the bedside table? What is even more unexpected is that even if he lives this life, what else? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! ? Shout, what a broad mind this requires! This is Du Fu who is still worried about his country and people in a leaky hut. It is such a generation of literary masters that people admire and admire.
I laugh at his stupidity, his stupidity, his loyalty to a dynasty that has existed in name only, his innocence like a child, his lack of defense against others, and his persecution everywhere. Even so, how can I keep him in my heart? Ming Sheng? The monarch still had hope for the revival of his dynasty, and he was even more ecstatic when he recovered his lost land. What did you say?/Sorry? Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! ? A beautiful sentence.
I lamented that he was unlucky all his life, but he was full of knowledge but failed to display it. He was born in a tragic and dark age, and he was frustrated all his life, but he could do nothing in the face of all this. Alas, he finally died quietly on a broken boat! Maybe? The heart is willing, but the strength is not enough? It is a portrayal of Du Fu's mood at that time! He had no choice but to express his melancholy in his poems. So he wrote many touching poems. Yes, how can a poem written with painstaking efforts not be touching?
I love him in a leaky hut, but I think of the homeless and suffering people in my heart and respect his dedication to the country and the people. I think this is the highest state of a person!
Turning over the picture of history, we can see that the emperor was incompetent and the eunuch was in power, and Du Fu was not the only one with lofty ideals. Gong Zizhen is carrying a talent like Li He. Stay away from sadness? Resign, return to China, etc. , too numerous to mention.
Close the book and open the window, and the chill in late autumn seems to be stronger?
Classical poetry hut was broken by autumn wind;
1. Appreciation of Poetry "The Cottage Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
The autumn wind broke the hut. Exercise questions and answers