Original poem:
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Explanation:
Birds in the mountains flew away one by one, and the last white cloud in the sky floated away leisurely.
Jingtingshan and I looked at each other, and no one could get enough of it. It seems that only Jingting Mountain understands me.
From: Tang Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Extended data
The first two lines of this poem, "Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone", seem to describe the scene in front of us, but in fact they have written all the sad feelings: several birds fly high in the sky until they disappear; There is still a white cloud in the vast sky, but I don't want to stay and drift away slowly, as if everything in the world is rejecting poets.
Leisure is mainly to express leisure, and it is to use the leisure of lonely clouds to set off the leisure of the author's mood. Mainly for the writer to sit alone at the moment and feel carefree, which is in line with Li Bai's own immortal thought. These two sentences are written as "dynamic" to see "static", and "dynamic" is used to define "static". This "quietness" reflects the loneliness and loneliness of the poet's mind.
Three or four sentences, "Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain", personify Jingting Mountain in a romantic way. Although the bird flew away, the poet didn't go back, and he didn't want to go back. He stared at the quiet and beautiful Jingting Mountain for a long time and felt that Jingting Mountain seemed to be looking at himself affectionately. There is no need to say anything between them, and they have reached emotional communication.
The word "only" in the conclusion is also tempered, which highlights the poet's love for Jingting Mountain. "It's enough to have a bosom friend in life", and the bird flying away is nothing to the poet.
The language of Li Bai's poetry, some fresh as spoken language, some bold, informal and close to prose, is unified in the natural beauty of "clear water produces hibiscus, natural carving" The images in his works are not the direct reflection of objective reality, but the externalization of his inner subjective world, which is the truth of art.