The image of the moon reflects the ancient literati's psychology of seeking mother world, spiritual home and restoring world harmony and unity. The theme of homesickness reflected in classical poetry is to relive the homesickness of old dreams. The moon is a kind of homesickness that stands out in the sky. Poets miss their homes and parents, and often rely on the transmission of the bright moon.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, the song of water tune.
Author: Su Shi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
When the orphan prodigal son travels around the world, he always associates the bright moon with his hometown, and the bright moon becomes a mysterious symbol of homesickness, longing for lovesickness and returning home. This is not a sign that in the deep layer of people's consciousness, the moon is always a symbol of the warmth and harmony of the matriarchal society, so whenever people wander around the world and feel lonely, the moon becomes the spiritual sustenance of their homes; The moon is tied to the heart of acacia, shortening the distance between time and space.
Four poems of drinking the bright moon alone, the first part
Author: Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.