1, such a bright line was at the foot of my bed, and the thief climbed into the window. Open the safe, bills.
2. So I had rice soup with Li Bai at the foot of my bed. I drank a big bowl of wet pants at night.
There is a bright light at the foot of my bed. Smell the mutton. I want to cut back a little, but money is tight. Look down at the refrigerator, which is full of frost. Looking back at the kitchen, it was empty. How to spend the winter solstice and still drink rice soup. If you are a good group owner, you should know what to do. Looking up, I found it was moonlight. Keep your head down and relax.
Extended data:
Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) in Silent Night Thinking
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Translation:
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the railing beside the well, 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.
Overall evaluation:
This poem is about a guest who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and had a short dream. At this time, the courtyard was lonely, and the bright moonlight hit the bed through the window, bringing a cold autumn chill. At first glance, the author is vague and in a trance, and it really seems that the ground is covered with frost; But a closer look, the surrounding environment told him that this is not a frost mark, but a moonlight.
The moonlight inevitably attracted him to look up, and a round of Juan Juan Su Ling hung in front of the window. The space in autumn night is so clear. The moon in autumn is especially bright, but it is very cold. For lonely and distant travelers, it is the easiest to touch their yearning for autumn, which makes people feel depressed and the years fly by. Staring at the moon is also the easiest way to make people daydream, think of everything in their hometown and their relatives at home. Thinking, thinking, head gradually lowered, completely immersed in meditation.
About the author:
Li Bai (70 1-762), whose real name is Taibai, was named a violet layman. He has the reputation of "poetic immortal" and is also called "Du Li" with Du Fu. His poems are mainly lyrical, showing the arrogant spirit of contempt for powerful people, expressing sympathy for people's sufferings, being good at depicting natural scenery and expressing his love for the mountains and rivers of the motherland.
His poetic style is bold and unconstrained, his imagination is rich, his language is natural and fluent, and his temperament is harmonious and changeable. He is good at absorbing nutrients and materials from folk literature and myths and legends, which constitutes his unique magnificent and gorgeous colors. He is the poet with the most individual characteristics and romantic spirit since Qu Yuan, and reached the peak of poetic art in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. There are more than 1000 poems, including 30 volumes of Li Taibai's Collection.