First, "homesickness"
Nostalgia is a seven-character quatrain written by Li Gou, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. One or two sentences in the poem were written from a distance, describing what the poet saw and felt when he looked at the horizon.
Three or four sentences were written at close range, describing what the poet saw and felt when he stared at Bishan. This poem highlights the poet's helplessness and pain in returning to his hometown and expresses his deep yearning for his hometown.
1, full text
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
2. Translation
People say that the place where the sun goes down is the end of the world. I try my best to see the end of the world, but I can't see my home. I am angry that the green hills in front of me block my view, and the clouds are heavy and the green hills are densely covered.
Second, "quiet night thinking"
Silent Night Thinking is a five-character ancient poem written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem describes the poet's feeling of looking up at the moon in the house on an autumn night. Metaphor and contrast are used in the poem to express homesickness. The language is fresh and simple, and the charm is endless, which has always been widely read.
1, full text
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2. Translation
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
Third, "rain"
Rain and Rain is a five-character poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first four sentences of this poem describe the scenery at that time, and a few sentences show the scene at that time.
The last four sentences are about my thoughts about my hometown in my mind. That kind of deep and wandering thoughts can only be solved by the sound of the piano under the north window. The whole poem is infinite in scenery and touching; The sentence pattern is neat and natural.
1, full text
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
2. Translation
Today, the fog in Shan Lan is particularly heavy, with a wide field of vision, but it is far away.
Smelling the autumn brought by the beach river, the climate in the valley is humid, and sunny days are more like cloudy days.
Looking at the Imperial City, the clouds covered my eyes, thinking about my hometown, and the rain on the eaves dripped into my heart.
What can I use to comfort my deep and wandering thoughts? I only rely on the piano under the north window to solve my loneliness.
Fourth, "night shift"
In addition to the night work is a seven-character quatrain written by Gao Shi in Tang Dynasty. This poem, written on New Year's Eve, is thoughtful and tactfully moving. Poetry is concise and implicit.
1, full text
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad?
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
2. Translation
I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist?
People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.
V. "Roy"
Roy is a seven-character ancient poem written by Yuan Zhen.
1, full text
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan's homesick tears are endless, and Zhang Shuibi waves flow east.
2. Translation
Winter is coming, the scenery is peaceful, and my eyes are full of sadness. The mangroves on the mountain have withered and all the leaves have fallen out. Not far away, there are many temples. Upstairs in Zhong Xuan, I miss my hometown infinitely, and I burst into tears. White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the Zhangjiang River downstairs is wasted.
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