On the writing of "Thinking on a Quiet Night" 600

Silent Night Thinking is a poem that everyone likes very much. Whether young or old, whether living in a foreign country or visiting relatives and friends, there is no one from China who can't recite this little poem. Why is such a plain sentence, but it evokes a deep * * * sound in each of us? "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, everything is silent. 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 was already asleep and returned to his hometown in his sleep, but he was awakened by a strong homesickness. In the fog, he mistook the moonlight on the ground for autumn frost. The word "doubt" is used vividly, which reflects in detail the feeling of being asleep or awake at that time, because he also 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, which means another autumn wind, which arouses the feeling of dying in the hearts of countless guests. Li Bai has a deep understanding of this. "I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror" (Part 15 of Qiu Ge) 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." At this time, he was fully awake and knew where he was, and when he looked up along the light, Juanjuan Moon was quietly hanging in the night sky outside the window. He suddenly realized what touched his heartstrings. It turned out to be lingering homesickness. It's everywhere. During the day, when something happens, it crouches quietly in the corner of the soul. At this time, the moon came from the sky and the moonlight was underground, both of which reminded him of his hometown and his attachment to his loved ones. He looked up, bowed his head and pondered. Hu Yinglin even thought this poem was "wonderful in ancient and modern times". Li Bai's fresh, simple and euphemistic poems have gained eternal artistic vitality because they successfully reflect the homesickness of night travelers. Probably as long as there are people who don't return, someone will sing this song "Silent Night Thinking" under the moon.