Silent night thinking, so bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Appreciation of Silent Night Thinking is a poem that everyone likes very much. Whether we are young or old, whether we live in a foreign country or go to relatives, as long as we are from China, there is no one who can't recite this little poem. Why such a plain sentence, a simple poem, has aroused the * * * in our hearts?
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? "The poem begins with a simple narrative. In the dead of night, there is no sound outside. Only the quiet and bright moonlight shines quietly on the open space in front of the bed, spilling a faint green light. Inadvertently, I looked down and thought it was a thin layer of autumn frost on the ground. This is obviously an illusion. Perhaps, the author had already fallen asleep and returned to his hometown in his sleep, but he was awakened by a strong homesickness. In a daze, he mistook the moonlight on the ground for autumn frost. The word "doubt" is used vividly, which reflects in detail the feeling of falling asleep at that time, because he vaguely realized that there should be no frost in the room, which is the first. As for why the first reaction is autumn frost, it is quite intriguing, because autumn frost has always been a sentimental hint, indicating another autumn wind, which evokes the feeling that years are fleeting in the hearts of countless guests. Li Bai has a deep understanding of this, and "I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror" (the fifteenth poem of Qiu Pu) is his inner confession. In his works, autumn frost is sometimes spread in front of the bed and sometimes dyed on the top of his head, which shows that he regards autumn frost as a symbol with rich meanings. The moonlight is frosty today. Although there is no sound around, the bright moon in the sky and the moonlight in the underground seem to be talking silently, which makes the poet's heart no longer calm. He felt heartbroken, and an equally silent but irresistible emotional undercurrent surged in his chest. The frosty moonlight, like an invisible hand, struck his heartstrings silently, making him unable to calm down any more.
"Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." By this time, he was fully awake and knew where he was. When he looked up along the light, the Juanjuan moon wheel was hanging quietly in the night sky outside the window. It suddenly dawned on him that he understood what touched his heartstrings. It turned out to be lingering homesickness, which is everywhere. During the day, when something happened, it quietly curled up in the corner of his heart. At this time, the moon in the sky and the moonlight on the ground reminded him of his hometown, hanging on his relatives, looking up, looking down and pitching. Hu Yinglin even thought this poem was "wonderful in ancient and modern times".
Li Bai's fresh, simple and euphemistic poem has gained eternal artistic vitality because it successfully reflects the homesickness of night travelers. Probably as long as there are people who don't return, someone will sing this song "Think of a Quiet Night" under the moon.