At this time, a Wu Peng boat sailed into Suzhou along the Grand Canal and quietly anchored at Fengqiao. On the bow stood a man with a tired and sad face, quietly looking at the moon.
He is Zhang Ji. Now, he is on his way home, and the shadow of the failure of the imperial examination has been hanging over him.
He went to Beijing to take the exam. He thinks that when he arrives in Beijing, he will be able to be the first and show his talents with his skills. But the examiner was as blind as a bat and did not choose him. He was very disappointed.
His friend suggested that he take the exam next time, and he planned to do the same. But I thought: can I do it next time? It is these troubles that torment him and keep him awake.
At this time, the boatman said, "Zhang Xianggong, it's late at night and it's frosted again. I think you'd better go back to sleep! " "He also felt a little cold, but he couldn't sleep, so he put on his clothes and sat down at his desk, took out his pen, and had mixed feelings at the moment. A sleepless night made this song "a night-mooring near maple bridge".
It's already midnight, and the pale yellow moon is gradually setting. In the dark night, it seems that endless thick ink is painted on the sky, and there is not even a star.
The north wind roared and the sky was covered with frost. "Wow, wow," the crow has returned to its nest, and its voice is so bleak.
The maple leaf by the river is opposite to the swaying fishing fire at the bow, which makes it difficult for me to enter a beautiful dream. Being in a foreign land, I really have a lot of worries about my hometown: have my parents eaten? It's cold there. Do you need my help? Are they asleep now? ..... Just then, two familiar figures appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help shouting, "Dad-Mom-". However, in the blink of an eye, my relatives disappeared and tears fell from my eyes.
I feel very lonely, very lonely. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu still stands there quietly.
"Dangdang-"The bell of Hanshan Temple is beating my heart. This bleak voice, as if my relatives were calling me home ... Month, quietly drifting away, as if an old man who was close to ancient times, no longer lingered in the prosperity of the world and disappeared alone.
There was a sad cry in the dark sky, intermittent, reminiscent of a dissatisfied housewife who had slept all night but was still mercilessly abandoned, sobbing in a low voice. The sky is so quiet, so Cang Sang.
Clusters of red maple by the river, watching the little fishing fire on the river alone. The autumn wind swept, the maple leaves swayed, shaking off a trace of tiredness, and still staring behind the wind, as if to see through the fishing fire, hoping to make all life boundless.
On the other side of the mountain, who made the ancient gods in Hanshan Temple play such a heavy and distant melody? Or maybe the "luck" of thousands of years of wind and rain has enlightened God spiritually, felt the loneliness and helplessness of the poets in the passenger ship on the river, and told a low complaint of comfort to the beat of talking about the water.
2. Rewrite "a night-mooring near maple bridge" into a short essay "a night-mooring near maple bridge". Zhang Tang followed the frosty night and Jiang Feng went fishing to sleep.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Boating on the Yangtze River, before you know it, the night is already deep.
Looking up at the night sky, I found that the bright moon had sunk in the west. At this time, I vaguely heard crows chirping, which made people feel that frost seemed to have filled the whole dark night sky, and I gradually felt cold.
Looking back, overlooking the Jiangcun Bridge and Qiao Feng Bridge during the day, I saw only a few sparse lights, which must be the fisherman's lights. Besides, it seems that I am the only one left in the world.
Bored, with a faint worry about career difficulties, I fell asleep in a daze At night, there seems to be a bell.
Struggling to listen clearly, I found that it was like the bell of Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, ethereal and vigorous, as if it were some meaningful entrustment.
3. A night stop near Fengqiao changed it into a composition and asked for a good topic: sleeping at Fengqiao at night.
At dusk, I moored my boat at the bank of Fengqiao Bridge. When the moon gradually set, crows in the trees kept chirping, and a thin layer of frost fell everywhere on the bridge, roof and trees, adding a bit of chill to the night. I slept on the boat and looked at the maple trees and fishing boat lights on the river, but I couldn't sleep and lay worried. So I'm sad.
On a late autumn night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky. At this time, a Wu Peng boat sailed into Suzhou along the Grand Canal and quietly anchored at Fengqiao. On the bow stood a man with a tired and sad face, quietly looking at the moon. He is Zhang Ji.
Now, he is on his way home, and the shadow of the failure of the imperial examination has been hanging over him.
He went to Beijing to take the exam. He thinks that when he arrives in Beijing, he will be able to be the first and show his talents with his skills. But the examiner was as blind as a bat and did not choose him. He was very disappointed. His friend suggested that he take the exam next time, and he planned to do the same. But I thought: can I do it next time? It is these troubles that torment him and keep him awake.
At this time, the boatman said, "Zhang Xianggong, it's late at night and it's frosted again. I think you'd better go back to sleep! " "He also felt a little cold, but he couldn't sleep, so he put on his clothes and sat down at his desk, took out his pen, and had mixed feelings at the moment. A sleepless night made this song "a night-mooring near maple bridge".
It's already midnight, and the pale yellow moon is gradually setting. In the dark night, it seems that endless thick ink is painted on the sky, and there is not even a star. The north wind roared and the sky was covered with frost.
"Wow, wow," the crow has returned to its nest, and its voice is so bleak. The maple leaf by the river is opposite to the swaying fishing fire at the bow, which makes it difficult for me to enter a beautiful dream. Being in a foreign land, I really have a lot of worries about my hometown: have my parents eaten? It's cold there. Do you need my help? Are they asleep now? ..... Just then, two familiar figures appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help shouting, "Dad-Mom-". However, in the blink of an eye, my relatives disappeared and tears fell from my eyes. I feel very lonely, very lonely.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu still stands there quietly. "Dangdang-"The bell of Hanshan Temple is beating my heart. This bleak voice, as if relatives are calling me home. ...
Month, quietly drifting away, like an old man, no longer lingers in the prosperity of the world and disappears alone. There was a sad cry in the dark sky, intermittent, reminiscent of a dissatisfied housewife who had slept all night but was still mercilessly abandoned, sobbing in a low voice. The sky is so quiet, so Cang Sang. Clusters of red maple on the river, looking at the fishing fire on the river alone. The autumn wind swept, the maple leaves swayed, shaking off a trace of tiredness, and still staring behind the wind, as if to see through the fishing fire, hoping to make all life boundless.
On the other side of the mountain, who made the ancient gods in Hanshan Temple play such a heavy and distant melody? Or maybe the "luck" of thousands of years of wind and rain has enlightened God spiritually, felt the loneliness and helplessness of the poets in the passenger ship on the river, and told a low complaint of comfort to the beat of talking about the water.
4. The poem "a night-mooring near maple bridge" is about an autumn night, when a long-distance passenger ship was moored at the Maple Bridge outside Suzhou. Tomorrow has fallen, crows crow, the sky is covered with frost, maple trees by the river and a little fishing fire. The autumn night in this water town makes him feel how bleak it is to accompany the wanderer on the boat. This poem only takes two sentences to write what the poet saw and heard. Painted a picture of a lonely autumn night. However, the last two sentences have more charm in this poem. The midnight bell of Hanshan Temple not only sets off the tranquility of the night, but also heavily impacts the poet's lonely heart, making people feel the eternity and loneliness of time and space and generating endless reverie about life and history. The artistic conception created by the combination of dynamic and static is the most typical expression of the charm of China's poetry.