Original text and translation of autumn wind rustling and mourning for the past

Classical Chinese translation of ancient poems is one of the compulsory contents of the college entrance examination, so we should pay attention to accumulation in the usual learning process. The translation of classical Chinese should focus on literal translation, keep the meaning fluent, and pay attention to the characteristics of the original words. The following text and translation of Murder in the Autumn Wind are for reference only. Please focus on the teaching materials in your area.

1 the original text of "autumn wind rustling and killing people".

Autumn wind whispers and worries about killing people, coming in and out.

Who is in the seat and who is not in a hurry? Let my hair turn white.

It's windy around Hu, so why repair trees?

The distance from home is getting farther and farther, and the clothes are slowing down.

The brain can't talk, and the wheels in the intestines turn.

1 Original translation of "Autumn Wind Whispering and Sorrow Killing People"

The roaring autumn wind makes people infinitely sad, and it is also sad to enter and retreat. I'm really worried about my head. It's windy in the western regions and the trees are bleak and dry. The days away from home are getting farther and farther, and the clothes are getting wider and thinner. The bitterness of homesickness is unspeakable, just like the wheel turning in the heart.

1 Appreciation of the poem "Murdering in the Autumn Wind"

This is a homesick song of homeless people living in Alakazam. Poetry expresses strong homesickness in simple language, with tragic flavor. This poem begins with a bleak autumn wind and a gloomy day. Leaves fall in the autumn wind, why don't you miss home and "worry about killing people"? "Going out is also worrying, going in is also worrying", which is really full of sorrow and sorrow, and there is no way to get rid of it. In the face of autumn wind, who doesn't worry about people who raise their seats?

"I" miss home more, and my head is white! It's windy in the Hu-di describes the desolation of the distant land, and also reveals the desolation of the wanderer's mind. He is like a tree blown down by a hurricane in Alakazam. He is so at a loss. The words "running away from home" hit the nail on the head. The farther away from home, the heavier the homesickness, even the thinner the body and the wider the belt. So homesickness is beyond words. It's like a wheel rolling, crushing a heart, and it's killing me. This poem is picturesque, gripping and gripping. Especially in the last two sentences, the metaphor of "wheel" is vivid and profound, which makes people feel the infinite pain of running back and forth.