The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Appreciate:
Xi Murong wrote many poems about "homesickness, homesickness, homesickness", and this kind of poems is even more difficult for her to restrain, just like a cliff waterfall, which can produce * * * sounds with readers. No matter where she is, whenever she walks into such poems, her cherished yearning for her hometown can be described as out of control.
"Homesickness" has a special flavor:
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan/Thinking of Moonlight Night (Section 1)
These two sentences remind me of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." As you can imagine, this is a very exciting feeling.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment/like waving goodbye in the fog (section 2)
At first, my understanding of these two poems was naive and one-sided, and I didn't think too much about why the author said that "the face of my hometown is a vague disappointment". Later, after I got a comprehensive understanding of Xi Murong, I got a clearer understanding, and further realized that "ambiguity" was due to the long separation time. For various reasons, this "ambiguity" became "helplessness". It is very helpful to understand the poet's situation.
After parting/homesickness is a tree without rings/never aging (section 3)
The last paragraph of the poem concentrates "homesickness" on a tree without rings, which fully expresses that "homesickness" will never disappear because of people's aging, but will always be fresh.