The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed. Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home.
Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old. He said that he went home and went home again in October. But the king's errand is not finished yet, and I have no leisure to enjoy this quiet and good time. Worried and guilty, I can't do it.
What flowers are in full bloom? It's Tang Dihua. What kind of car is it? General among generals, of course. The troop ship started, and four horses were tall and big. How dare you live safely? Because of a month of fighting!
Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong. The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection. Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang. How can you not be vigilant every day? This is a thorny problem.
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. I am sad in my heart, I don't know that I am sad.
-Xiaoya? Luming Literature's what? Choose the EU
I went to Chengdu with my friends this spring and drove through a vegetable field in the suburbs in my spare time.
From a distance, everything green in spring is delicate. We got off the bus and took a close look at these gifts from the earth. The reputation of the land of abundance is really extraordinary: the elms on the head are green and shiny, and the patches are dazzling; The fragrance of Toona sinensis on the ground is overflowing. When I think of Toona sinensis frying eggs, my mouth water suddenly flows between my teeth and cheeks. Some people say that crops are not only enough food, but also the creation of the earth after the emotional exchange between heaven and earth, and also the most kind gift of nature. Every change of heaven and earth will be sealed in food without reservation. For example, wheat will record a burning wind with bright sweetness in early summer, and rice will bring a light rain with both rigidity and softness in late spring.
I just want to understand the concept of God. Suddenly, I saw a small purple flower not far away. It was very small and beautiful. Neither my friend nor I recognized what it was. We quickly asked the farmers nearby. Simple farmers are burying their heads in farming, just telling us in an understatement that this is a wild pea, also called a big nest vegetable. He looked up and saw us puzzled. He smiled and said repeatedly, "Pick up the EU and the EU will stop. Going home, 18 years old can't stop. " So this wild pea is the Book of Songs? Osmunda japonica in the process of picking Osmunda japonica.
Later, chatting surprised me more and more. It turns out that this farmer friend is not very literate, and "Picking Wei" is the only poem he can recite. We can't help but give him a thumbs-up sign. Because, Xie Lingyun once said, in "Picking Wei", "I have been there, Liu Yiyi. I think about it today, it's raining. " This is the most beautiful sentence in 300 poems.
Although, this kind of beauty is saturated with too much sadness.
Judging from the content of the poem, "Picking Wei" should be written by a garrison.
Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground. I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year. -Osmunda japonica has been picked and picked, and the bud tip has just emerged. We promised to go home, but it hasn't come true by the end of the year. When the purple floret of Osmunda japonica fades and blooms, the time limit for returning home is delayed again and again. Why not go home? The author went on to write: I am afraid of my family, which is why I am so stubborn. There is no time to rest, to fight Hyun-yun. I can't go home, I can't see my wife, I can't live and rest, all because I want to fight with you. You are a minority in the north. Around the 10 century BC, when Zhou Yiwang was in power, he once invaded the northern border and the people suffered greatly, so the Zhou Dynasty sent troops to make a conquest. This poem should reflect the war.
Next, Osmunda japonica grows from the bud tip and becomes fresh, tender and delicious, which is the most suitable time for picking. It's unbearable to think of my hometown and relatives I haven't seen for a long time, anxious and thirsty. The location of the garrison is always changing, and even finding a person with a letter from home has become a luxury. Soon, the stems and leaves of Osmunda japonica changed from tender and soft to thick and old. We agreed to go home, but 10, Xiao Yangchun still couldn't see any hope. The conscription never stopped, so there was a moment of peace. My heart is so bitter that there is still no hope of going home.
Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am wandering thousands of miles away. Far from my relatives in my hometown, I don't have a leisurely timing mood. I just looked at Osmunda japonica in front of me, from scratch, from glory to dryness, counting the passage of time and thinking about my hometown. Osmunda japonica is no longer an ordinary vegetable food here, but a carrier to record the merciless passage of the Spring Festival, which places the author's helplessness and uncertain sadness about the frequent wars. The most masculine person will have the softest heart. What a bleak situation this is, how straightforward to express his feelings.
What flowers are in full bloom? It turned out to be Tang Dihua. Whose car is that passing by? It's all from the general. The chariot has opened, and there are four tall male horses in front. Who dares to live safely? There was a lot of fighting in a month. The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were hidden by horses. Four horses have been trained very skillfully, as well as a bow decorated with elephant bones and a shark skin quiver. How can we not be on guard every day? It's really crazy
Year after year, Tang Di lived peacefully and quietly. The life of a soldier is entirely up to him, and I don't know when it will come to an abrupt end. When generals command chariots, soldiers can only fight the enemy on foot. One can dry up a million bones. It is my duty to fight for my country, but how many people remember the names of those soldiers who died in battle? They are as small as ants and as light as a feather, but they carry the backbone of a nation. It is difficult to leave a name in the long river of history, leaving only justice and responsibility.
Fortunately, after repeated life-and-death struggles, he finally survived. Think of those brothers who have died in battle. It is time to smile. The war is over. I just want to go home. Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. When he left home to join the army, the willows fluttered and there was a thriving scene; Now he goes home after the war, and the snow and ice are falling, and the world is boundless. Just between this spring and summer, how many hot and cold summers have you wasted? This sentence is typical to write mourning with joy, and to write mourning with Syaraku. It reflects the poet's mood of chanting at random when the sadness and joy intersect, and it is a natural poetic nature.
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. This simple sixteen-character, vivid and touching, is perfect, which makes countless literati and poets in later generations speechless. For poets, this is the most wonderful moment in life. The emotion hidden in the bottom of my heart broke through the wall and was safe and eternal through words.
It's almost home, so I don't have to pay attention to the withering and glory of Osmunda japonica, the green bushes in the fields, the purple flowers, and the fear in the blood rain year after year. The road home is muddy and difficult to walk. I am thirsty and tired. Full of sadness, who can understand my sadness?
Osmunda used to be far away, but now my hometown is very close.
The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. I am sad in my heart, I don't know that I am sad. Exhausted, he finally went home after several twists and turns. What's the situation at home? Is the family still alive, holding their heads and happy reunion; Or is it empty, leaving only resentment?
This has become an eternal suspense.