"Plucking Wei" comes from "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya"
"Xiaoya Plucking Wei" is a poem in the ancient Chinese realist poetry collection "The Book of Songs". This is a poem about a garrison soldier returning home, singing about the hard life and longing for home of the soldiers in the army. The whole poem has six chapters, each chapter has eight lines. The poem is written in the tone of a garrison soldier, inspired by picking weeds. The first five stanzas focus on the hardships of life on the border, his strong homesickness, and the reason why he has not been able to go home for a long time. It reveals that the soldiers have the joy of victory in defending against the enemy. , also deeply felt the pain of the war, showing his desire for peace; the last chapter ends the poem with painful lyrics, which is deeply touching.
Xiaoya · Picking Wei
Picking weeds and picking weeds, the weeds also stop. It's said to be returned, it's said to be returned, and the years are endless. The reason why the house is so spacious and the house is so luxuriant is because of the wild beasts. Not to mention Qiju, because of the 烃狁.
Pick the weeds, and the weeds will stop softly. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying. Worry is intense, hunger and thirst are present. Our garrison has not yet been decided, and the extravagant envoys have returned.
If you pick weeds, they will just stop. It is said to be returned, and it is said to be returned, and the year is also the end of Yang. The king's affairs are extensive, and there is no need to leave the office. Worried and guilty, I can’t do it!
Where is Bill? The beauty of Wei Chang. Where is Belus? A gentleman's car. The army and chariots are driven, and the four fields of farming are done. How dare you settle down? Three wins in January.
Driving the other four horses, the four horses raced. Gentlemen rely on them, villains rely on them. Four male wings, like fish-killing clothes. Isn’t it a daily precept? 烃狋狋thorn!
I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger.
My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am!