【 Han dynasty lost power and influence, Dong Zhuo chaos, determined to usurp the throne, harm xian first.
Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself. Xingyi division is at sea, and its plan for * * * is unknown. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. No matter the darkness, the liver and gallbladder are rotten. There are tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. Depressed for a few minutes, I said, "Kill Lou! If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you! " How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. If you cry, you will sit on a sad night. If you want to die, you can't get it. If you want to live, you can't have it. What happened to him? It is this misfortune. ]
This kind of realism described in an epic way has both the ancient style of Han and Wei dynasties and transcendence. In the poem written at the end of the Han dynasty, "a louse is born, and the surname is dead." White bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no crows in a thousand miles "(Hao by Cao Cao) and" White bones cover the plain when you go out "(Seven Wounded Poems by RoyceWong) are equally embarrassing to read. Then the poet described his homesickness after he disappeared from the Huns, and the theme of the whole poem, the separation of flesh and blood, and his hesitation about whether he should belong to the Han Dynasty:
【 BianHuang set is not the same as China, vulgar, less righteousness. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and the wind blows my clothes in spring and summer, which makes me sad. I miss my parents when I feel, and there is no end to lamenting. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. When we met, we made a wish, and our flesh and blood met. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Pinch my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. People say, "It's time for mother to go, can she come back?" "Mother Chang Ren tired, how do you more unreasonable today? I am not an adult, so I don't care! " Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. Everyone watched and sobbed on the road. ]
Homesickness is beyond words, but when the poet was still intoxicated with the joy of returning home, he turned to a pen and said, "I want to forgive myself, so I want to abandon my son again", and fell into a sad situation of separation of flesh and blood. /kloc-the resentment paved on the road of humiliation in 0/2 years is bitter: she thought of the day when she survived and it was time to say goodbye to her two biological sons.
The poet sprayed his heartfelt love for his son on paper, which made people sad and moved. In the last paragraph, the poet poured out his feelings and experiences after returning to Han: [to cut off love and hope for the future. It is three thousand miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me. Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The castle is a mountain forest, and the court is full of Ai Jing. I don't know whose bone it is, but it's all covered horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks. Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew. After the election, others will be lenient. In order to regain my strength, I don't want to talk about it.
Lai! Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. When life is geometric, you worry all the year round!
Sorrow and indignation poetry combines personal suffering, people's suffering, the feeling of living in a foreign country and the pain of separation between mother and child. The text is simple, and the whole article runs through the emotion of "grief and indignation". People who have not experienced it personally can't write such touching poems.