Fu dandan
The wind picked up the dust in the distance and fluttered over the city. Looking from a distance, a touch of fresh sunshine hangs in the air. Its soldiers looked at the sky above the red flag, and the geese gathered and dispersed, and gathered together like a black arrow slowly across the blue sky.
Soldiers in the sand are wearing heavy armor and jingling in practice. The burly figure looks tall and stocky against the peak. But the small body issued a lot of thunderous slogans, which made the mountains and rivers tremble and the wind and sand surged. From far and near, Ma Benteng, with thousands of troops, brought up half of the city's smoke and dust, like snowflakes in the south of the Yangtze River and frost on my temples, which precipitated in the military camp.
Climbing the tower, the endless desert extends to the end of the day. The setting sun is like fire, reflecting half the sky, burning my eyes and my face. I think Dou Xian of the later Han Dynasty defeated the Xiongnu, and carved the meritorious military service in Yanran Mountain, but I failed to serve the country and defeat the enemy, and the day of going back is still far away! Thousands of miles away from home, hidden behind thousands of mountains, endless homesickness, endless green hills.
At night, the silent night was empty, the lonely city of Wan Li was silent, and the soldiers had already fallen asleep. The bitter flute reminded me of my homesickness. I sat up, put on my coat and drank alone in the dim candlelight. Turbid tears mixed with turbid wine blurred the autumn colors of my hometown. Under the yellow sky, the streets may still be bustling, and the frosty backyard may be chased and played by children. ...
2. Ask Qiu Si, the proud fisherman, to rewrite his composition. The 600-word "The Pride of the Fisherman" Qiu Si Original: Qiu Si Fan Zhongyan, the pride of the fisherman, filled up the scenery in Qiu Lai, and Hengyang Goose didn't pay attention.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears. The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia.
Sad voices from all directions sounded with the horn. In the mountains, the long smoke goes straight into the sunset, and the isolated city is closed.
Drinking a cup of old wine and missing my hometown thousands of miles away, Ran Yan has not carved Pinghu Gong, and his return is unpredictable. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere.
The recruiter can't sleep, the general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are crying. Translation 2: As soon as autumn comes, the frontier fortress is so beautiful that the geese fly south to Hengyang and refuse to stop.
With the sound of bugles from all directions, between mountains, the setting sun will make the kitchen smoke float, and the isolated city will be tight. A glass of turbid wine temporarily soothes my homesickness. A person who has not made achievements has no face to return to his hometown.
The long flute echoed in the frosty night sky. Who can sleep well? The general's hair turned white and the soldiers shed endless tears. Appreciation 1: When Fan Zhongyan is mentioned, people can easily think of his famous "The Story of Yueyang Tower", but rarely remember his lyrics; Similarly, because of the article, most people recognize him as a composition officer, but rarely regard him as a military commander.
This word can make up for this ignorance. From the first year of Song Kangding (1040) to the third year of Li Qing (1043), Fan Zhongyan was appointed as the well-known deputy envoy of Shaanxi Jinglve and Yanzhou.
According to historical records, when he was guarding the northwest frontier, he not only strictly ordered the soldiers to be taken care of, but also attracted all Qiang people to accept him, which was deeply feared by Xixia, saying that he "had tens of thousands of armour soldiers in his belly." This poem named "Qiu Si" is a fisherman's pride and a sentimental work when he was in the army.
The last picture depicts the nature of the autumn scenery. The word "different" dominates the characteristics of all scenery: wild geese flying south early in Qiu Lai, horns mixed with the howling of wind and horses, long smoke rising all over the mountains, isolated city closed to Japan and China, sinking in the west ... The author painted a lonely and desolate bird's eye view of the frontier fortress with almost thick lines.
In particular, the poem "Long smoke and sunset red" naturally reminds people of the famous sentence in Wang Wei's "To the Fortress": "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." -frontier fortress, although it has been washed away by the long river of history, still leaves the same mark in the pen of ancient poets.
The next song is lyrical, expressing the sadness of border guards and soldiers. Holding a glass of turbid wine, I think of my hometown thousands of miles away, but if my troubles have not subsided, how can I talk about going home? Plus, there is frost everywhere, and the sound of Qiangdi is broken. How can people fall asleep? Soldiers can only worry about their black hair and shed muddy tears.
Here, the author combines the direct expression of the soul with the lyricism of borrowing scenery, expressing the feelings of the soldiers in the border area who are hard to get income and homesick for serving the country. Throughout the poem, the artistic conception of the poem is open and desolate, and the image is vivid and distinct, which reflects the scenes that the author personally heard, saw and experienced, and expresses the true feelings of the author himself and the soldiers guarding the border. It is really touching to read.
Appreciation 2: Fan Zhongyan, a famous minister in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote this word when he led his army to the northwest frontier and put down the Xixia rebellion. These are two controversial works. Ouyang Xiu tried to call it a poor castle, speculating to the effect that it is not good for a coach to write about the bleak scene and homesickness beyond the Great Wall instead of expressing his generosity.
On the one hand, Qu You used his own life experience to prove that this word really describes the scenery beyond the Great Wall, on the other hand, he said: "It is not successful to make this statement with the general manager." These are all evaluations from the perspective of political education.
Other critics praised it, saying it was "heroic", "easy to swing" and "still impressive and lively". Mr. Xia praised the words "vigorous emotion and broad spirit"
The author believes that the aesthetic value of any poem is composed of various artistic functions. This poem "Fisherman's Pride" is not about military battles, but about the nostalgia of frontier soldiers for their hometown, so it should be measured by artistic scale rather than political scale.
Its artistic function and artistic strength lie in lyrical scenery, but even if it is a political requirement, the meaning of the word is not negative. The sentence "Ran Yan didn't stop thinking" is the most essential ideological highlight of this poem.
Yanran, today's Hang Ai Mountain. Dou Xian, a general of the later Han Dynasty, pursued the Huns and once climbed the Yanran Mountain to erect a monument.
The old general, whose head is covered with frost and snow, has dried the tears of homesickness. In the contradiction between homesickness and serving the country, he attached great importance to the frontier military. He is loyal to his duties, has not made meritorious service in the border areas, and although he sometimes misses home, he does not intend to go home.
How can you turn a blind eye when you are so worried? The epigraph is mainly about scenery writing. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and nobody cares about the geese. This is an allusion that geese return to Hengyang to reflect their homesickness beyond the Great Wall.
Why do you want to go home? Do you hate frontier life and ignore national security? No, it's the sharp sound of bugles on the border and the howling of wolves around, which is chilling.
What's more, the setting sun is thousands of miles away, the long smoke locks the mountain, and the isolated city is closed. How can such a scene not make people miss the warmth of their hometown? People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless. For a veteran who has been guarding the border for a long time, it is natural to miss his relatives and hometown.
"A thousand miles away, a lonely city in a long smoke, the sunset is off" is the most successful sentence, and only the word 10 outlines a magnificent frontier fortress dusk scene. Scenery is written for lyricism.
Therefore, from the beginning, the next worship was "a glass of wine will erode Wan Li's house, but Ran Yan didn't stop thinking". Turbid wine, originally milky rice wine, is also a metaphor for a heavy heart here.
Why is the mood heavy and turbid? I can't go home because I miss home. Jing's rebellion, the work has not been achieved, how do you know that the court is above, not the people? "Without a plan" means that it is impossible to have the best of both worlds.
In this ambivalent mood, the distant strong brother is carefree, making it difficult for recruiters to fall asleep. They can't help but think of their hometown thousands of miles away, and their relatives in their hometown may also be looking forward to the white-haired people. "People don't sleep, the general is white-haired and tears for his husband." This word 1o is inspiring and writes down a complex feeling of worrying about the country and patriotism.
This song "The Fisherman's Pride" is by no means a demoralizing remark. It truly shows the true feelings of border guards who miss their hometown, love their motherland more and are determined to defend their motherland. When Fan Zhongyan was young, he advocated "worrying about the world first" in the article Yueyang Tower.
3. Rewrite The Fisherman's Pride into a 300-word composition. Fu Dandan's wind with several sunsets rolled up the dust in the distance and fluttered over the city.
Looking from a distance, a touch of fresh sunshine hangs in the air. Its soldiers looked at the sky above the red flag, and the geese gathered and dispersed, and gathered together like a black arrow slowly across the blue sky.
Soldiers in the sand wear heavy armor and jingle when practicing. The burly figure looks tall and stocky against the peak.
But the small body issued a lot of thunderous slogans, which made the mountains and rivers tremble and the wind and sand surged. From far and near, Ma Benteng, with thousands of troops, brought up half of the city's smoke and dust, like snowflakes in the south of the Yangtze River and frost on my temples, which precipitated in the military camp.
Climbing the tower, the endless desert extends to the end of the day. The setting sun is like fire, reflecting half the sky, burning my eyes and my face.
I think Dou Xian of the later Han Dynasty defeated the Xiongnu, and carved the meritorious military service in Yanran Mountain, but I failed to serve the country and defeat the enemy, and the day of going back is still far away! Thousands of miles away from home, hidden behind thousands of mountains, endless homesickness, endless green hills. At night, the silent night was empty, the lonely city of Wan Li was silent, and the soldiers had already fallen asleep.
The bitter flute reminded me of my homesickness. I sat up, put on my coat and drank alone in the dim candlelight. Turbid tears mixed with turbid wine blurred the autumn colors of my hometown. Yellow leaves are all over the sky, the streets may still be bustling, and the frosty backyard may be chased and played by children.
4. "The Fisherman's Pride" was rewritten as an essay, and the scenery in Qiu Lai was different, but the Hengyang geese left inadvertently.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
He, a 26-year-old native of Suzhou, is enterprising. Dazhong Xiangfu became an official during the years. 5 1 year-old, was ordered to guard the northwest frontier and guard the Xixia army for four years. He, a politician who advocates perfection, is determined to innovate and hone self-discipline.
One autumn evening after four years of frontier defense, he walked in the open space of the Border Agency (now Yan 'an, Shaanxi) and visited the vast northwest. After all, the cold northwest wind and the bleak scene of bare mountains and hay are different from the flowing water in his hometown. Like a statue, he stared at the wild geese flying freely in the sky.
Like water, my mood is messed up by chirping songs. Finally, Yan Zhen firmly flew south, went to Hengyang, a cold resort, and went back to the tower for the winter.
He took a few steps towards the disappearance of the wild goose friend, and his eyes were full of longing for light. He believes that the sound of the horn coming from the city head is accompanied by the sadness of struggle, as if the voices of barracks, walls, beasts, mountains, ghosts ... nature, earth and people are ringing around.
Looking into the distance, I saw that the peaks were undulating like obstacles, the solid Great Wall was undulating, the smoke from the kitchen was lightly floating, and the yellow and red sun hung between clouds, gauze and black belts. I couldn't help chanting: An isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. ..... The last ray of sunshine also gathered, the door closed and the day was over.
As night fell, he strolled back to the dormitory, poured a glass of wine, gulped it down, drank a few cups, and gradually warmed up in his heart, thinking too much. He frowned: This is the warmest and most comfortable home thousands of miles away. My wife and children are looking forward to their own safety, hoping that I can make contributions and create more glory ... He slammed the desktop and looked out the window: shame, shame! I didn't lead troops to pursue Beidan, 3,000 miles away, like General Dou Xian of the Han Dynasty, and wrote an inscription on a boulder on the Yanran Mountain there, returning with honor.
Me, what virtue do I have? How can I report to the emperor and comfort my relatives and friends? So what should I do when I get home? ..... The boss is not young; More than fifty ... The invincible light in Jiong Ran's eyes shot forward coldly. In the dead of night, the flute seems to be spreading all the time. The piper must be missing his loved ones.
Qingming Yue Hui poured on the bathing beach, and the frost became colder and colder. He held the window frame and everything was as quiet as pig iron.
Lonely time and space solidified. A wisp of white hair fluttered in front of the old cheek and hung down gently.
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The fisherman proudly wrote 500 words (asking himself to write) to insert the wonders of Qiu Lai, but Hengyang geese ignored it.
The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
He, a 26-year-old native of Suzhou, is enterprising. Dazhong Xiangfu became an official during the years. 5 1 year-old, was ordered to guard the northwest frontier and guard the Xixia army for four years. He, a politician who advocates perfection, is determined to innovate and hone self-discipline.
One autumn evening after four years of frontier defense, he walked in the open space of the Border Agency (now Yan 'an, Shaanxi) and visited the vast northwest. After all, the cold northwest wind and the bleak scene of bare mountains and hay are different from the flowing water in his hometown. Like a statue, he stared at the wild geese flying freely in the sky.
Like water, my mood is messed up by chirping songs. Finally, Yan Zhen firmly flew south, went to Hengyang, a cold resort, and went back to the tower for the winter.
He took a few steps towards the disappearance of the wild goose friend, and his eyes were full of longing for light. He believes that the sound of the horn coming from the city head is accompanied by the sadness of struggle, as if the voices of barracks, walls, beasts, mountains, ghosts ... nature, earth and people are ringing around.
Looking into the distance, I saw that the peaks were undulating like obstacles, the solid Great Wall was undulating, the smoke from the kitchen was lightly floating, and the yellow and red sun hung between clouds, gauze and black belts. I couldn't help chanting: An isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. ..... The last ray of sunshine also gathered, the door closed and the day was over.
As night fell, he strolled back to the dormitory, poured a glass of wine, gulped it down, drank a few cups, and gradually warmed up in his heart, thinking too much. He frowned: This is the warmest and most comfortable home thousands of miles away. My wife and children are looking forward to their own safety, hoping that I can make contributions and create more glory ... He slammed the desktop and looked out the window: shame, shame! I didn't lead troops to pursue Beidan, 3,000 miles away, like General Dou Xian of the Han Dynasty, and wrote an inscription on a boulder on the Yanran Mountain there, returning with honor.
Me, what virtue do I have? How can I report to the emperor and comfort my relatives and friends? So what should I do when I get home? ..... The boss is not young; More than fifty ... The invincible light in Jiong Ran's eyes shot forward coldly. In the dead of night, the flute seems to be spreading all the time. The piper must be missing his loved ones.
Qingming Yue Hui poured on the bathing beach, and the frost became colder and colder. He held the window frame and everything was as quiet as pig iron.
Lonely time and space solidified. A wisp of white hair fluttered in front of the old cheek and hung down gently.
Two lines of glittering and translucent tears glowed with cold light.
6. Fisherman Ao rewrote the 200-word translation prose. Autumn has come, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is strange. Wild geese fly south to avoid the cold and have no love.
The horn sounded again and again, and the Ma Si wind blew, making mountains and peaks. Clouds filled the air, the sun set, the sky was orange, and isolated cities were closed. Pour a cup of turbid wine to send Wan Li homesickness far away. How dare you plan the date of returning to China before fame and fortune are established?
Accustomed to the sound of the resentful Qiang flute and the autumn frost everywhere, the soldiers far away from the frontier can't sleep for a long time in the dead of night, tossing and turning, and the generals and soldiers are a little white-haired and in tears. Appreciation: This frontier poem not only shows the heroic spirit of the general and the hard life of the recruiter, but also implies the dissatisfaction with the Song Dynasty's policy of valuing internal affairs over foreign affairs. Patriotism and homesickness constitute a complex and contradictory mood between the general and the recruiter.
This kind of emotion is conveyed elegantly mainly through the description of the whole scene and the rendering of the atmosphere. Throughout the poem, the artistic conception is open and desolate, and the image is vivid and vivid, which reflects the scenes that the author heard with his own eyes, witnessed with his own eyes and experienced personally, and expressed the inner feelings of the author himself and the soldiers guarding the border. It is really touching to read.
Editor Fan Zhongyan's brief introduction (989~ 1052), that is, Song Taizong Duangong two years (989)-Huang You four years (1052). Fan Zhongyan, word Xi.
Politicians and writers in the Northern Song Dynasty. Fan Zhongyan and Bao Zheng were famous ministers in the Northern Song Dynasty. They are from Wuxian, Suzhou (now Suzhou). When they were young, their families were poor, but they were eager to learn. When they study, they often take the world as their responsibility and have the name of daring to speak.
He wrote many letters criticizing the then prime minister and was demoted three times. Song Renzong was a deputy prime minister when he was an official.
Yuan Hao rebelled, Longtuge was a bachelor, and Xia Song ran to Shaanxi. Strict orders, Xia people dare not commit crimes. Qiang people are called Laozi, and Xia people call Fan Laozi. 1043 (three years in Song Renzong), Fan Zhongyan was deeply saddened by the shortcomings of state affairs at that time, and put forward "ten essentials", advocating the establishment of a strict official system, attaching importance to agriculture and mulberry, reorganizing military equipment, advocating the legal system, and reducing imprisonment.
Song Renzong adopted his suggestions and implemented them one after another, which is called "Qingli New Deal" in history. Unfortunately, because of the opposition of conservatives, it could not be realized soon, so he was demoted to Shaanxi Fourth Road as a propaganda ambassador, and later.
7. A 400-word essay rewritten by the proud fisherman Qiu Si is coming in autumn, and the autumn wind is not as soft as home; It's a little cold instead. It's really different, and each has its own advantages. Dayan has actually flown to Hengyang, with no intention of staying. Home is very warm!
The bugle sounded in the barracks, neighing came from all directions, and smoke was rolling; What is shocking is not the heroic, but the infinite sadness in this voice. The mountains overlap, the smoke fills the air, and the sunset is faintly visible; Only the lonely city is closed.
"There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village." That village is full of unspeakable homesickness. Look at the moon by drinking, and drown your sorrows by drinking. I don't know,' It's more worry-free to drown your sorrows by drinking?' But homesickness! It overflows the heart and stirs up a ripple. Isn't it' wine makes people drunk'? I want to soak in this long-lost warmth, but how can I?
The border is uneven, the work is unsuccessful, hometown! You are so far away. I look at you from a distance, but I stand on the battlefield! I can't leave!
A sad Qiang pipe is lost in the air, but it ripples in my heart, our heart; That white-haired sorrow is for you, my hometown!
8. The fisherman's pride rewrites that autumn is coming.
Step by step towards this desolate frontier fortress with the breath of Xiao Killing. Everything is very different from Suzhou and Hangzhou, which I have been familiar with since I was a child-there is no water, no boat and no bridge.
Yes, this endless, endless wilderness. It's not the soft language of hometown Wunong that turns a deaf ear. On the contrary, it is annoying A?vagho?a, wind horn and majestic horn.
Surrounded by thousands of peaks, the only city slowly closed in the long smoke and sunset. Sipping a turbid drink can't help but remind me of my hometown thousands of miles away, where it is warm and sunny and drizzling ... However, it is a dream after all, a perfect dream about home. "The Huns are not broken, why are they home?" I will never remember my victory at the top of Yanran. Why should I go back to that so-called "home"? Can't help but smile.
Outside the window, there is another pale "bright moon", but is it "bright"? How does she know the misery of us homeless people? In the distance, the sound of Qiang flute coming out every night is approaching again, which is used to defraud the tears that are worthless in the whole camp. Only then did I find that it was frosted.
I stared at me in the undressing mirror, and my hair was already white. Is this still me who is in high spirits and vows to serve my country? God knows! Looking up at the camp, I should have stopped lighting the tent, but it was still on. Although there is only a thin layer of felt cloth, I don't know what they will discuss.
War? Not so melodramatic. From the flickering candlelight, I seem to feel the same melancholy as me, as if I heard an inaudible sigh, and-I saw tears on a soldier's face that I would never see.