Appreciation of Li He's Dream of Heaven This poem about immortals by poet Li He is both real and fantastic. He despaired of reality, so he galloped his fantastic imagination out of the world. He had

Appreciation of Li He's Dream of Heaven This poem about immortals by poet Li He is both real and fantastic. He despaired of reality, so he galloped his fantastic imagination out of the world. He had a dream that day, but it was not a good dream. This, the first sentence of the poem has told us. The bleak tone of the moon palace and the bleak sky smeared by dreams has hinted that the poet's subconscious must have hidden endless sorrow. We know that he broke the road to official career because he was afraid of his father's name, and he realized that there was no place for him in reality. His brilliant intellect and grand ambition to help the world have been squeezed into the corner of life by endless darkness and depression, and the only consolation is to weave his illusory dreams with the floating shadow of his heart. You see, a lonely soul set off against the autumn wind of a wisp of thoughts and began his dream journey. The poet looked up, and the moon was so bleak that it shed a faint glow. He couldn't help sighing for the moon-

Moon, I wonder when you will start to light up the sky and shine on the earth! Counting by fingers, Chang 'e lived in the Guanghan Palace, and I don't know how many spring and autumn have passed! I think Jade Rabbit, who was clever and lively in the past, should be old, too. I wonder if the delicate and charming fairy is still young and radiant today. Although toads can resist cold, how can the delicate skin of fairies withstand the carving of wind knives and frost swords for thousands of years? The poet was filled with emotion and soared all the way. The sky is grim and gloomy; The moon palace in the distance is also hidden in a dark cloud. Followed by a burst of autumn rain, sparse and silent. The cold rain sprinkled on the skirt, but the bitter tears dripped on my heart. the rain finally stopped. The Moon Palace shows half of the temple wall from the cracks in the clouds, which is sideways in the eyes, bright and cold. the cloud sells rain Ji. A full moon polished with white jade completely exposes its beauty in front of the poet, and behind it is an endless and seamless sky, which is intoxicating and quiet. The moon carved with ice and carved with jade was inlaid with an unparalleled halo by the creator's wonderful hand, without any trace of axe chisel. It was so natural and imaginative. The moon wheel ran over, and the halo flashed. The poet is driving a wisp of autumn wind, as comfortable as a flat boat swimming in the river and the sea, and as a white crane spreading its wings among the clouds. His mind has been relaxed as never before. At this time, he seems to feel that he can get wind and rain, and everything in the world is for my use; The heart is heaven and earth, and the space is all in my heart. He soared all the way, and before he knew it, the wonderful image of the fast and self-sufficient moon wheel was superimposed on the poet's eyes, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the immortal. Oh, it turns out that the poet has arrived at the moon palace that he has been longing for for for a long time-that romantic and magical moon palace! From a distance, the wheel of the immortal rolled over the road, and the accumulated water after the rain was wet, which made the jade wheel look particularly round and smooth. The poet stopped by the roadside, trying to catch a glimpse of the immortal's spirits. Unfortunately, the breeze just brought the ethereal Yu Pei and Ming in Ding Dong, but in a blink of an eye, Iraqis passed by, leaving a beautiful image and half a wisp of Gui Xiang, which made the poet sigh and linger at the end of the road ...

If the poet realized something. Yes, the clear scenery in the middle of the month is good, but it doesn't seem to be an ideal paradise. After all, immortals are separated, and fairyland is beyond the reach of mortals forever! So the poet looked back forlornly, looking all the way, and a thrilling picture jumped into the poet's eyes, arousing waves in his heart-

The millennia of the world are long, but it turned out to be nothing more than a heavenly horse and a royal wind here; The eternal earth of the world, the sea, has not been reversed countless times in a moment in the celestial world; Pity the everyman in Middle-earth, who thinks he has Kyushu's breadth and vast territory, but he doesn't know that the vast sky of the universe is just nine o'clock dust that can't be lighter; You see, if the immortal's small glass spills a few drops on the earth, it will not be enough to fill the world and set off a shocking tide! In this way, the poet used his strange imagination to make his poems have magical colors. However, the poet's true soul is not "the antelope is missing the horn, and there is no trace to be found". He has integrated his disillusionment, his anguish, his pursuit, his knowledge of time, his understanding of life and his quest for the universe into the blood of his poems and the poetic soul bit by bit, so that his soul singing is not only magical, but also magical. Through the artistic conception of the poem, we can easily guess the poet's rich inner world. We will find that his career despair, sickly pain, and the sadness of feeling that life will never last because of the passage of time, so that he can't feel the hot sunshine of life from reality, so his heart floats away from the branches and leaves his mother like an autumn leaf. He hopes to escape from secular oppression and his own pain and seek another way out. Perhaps this is the reason why he had such a "free journey" as "dreaming of the sky". Specifically, first of all, the quiet moonlight touched the poet's mood, which reminded him of the myths of the Jade Rabbit, Toad and Chang 'e. Clouds covered the moon, which made him feel that the sky seemed to be as sad and tearful as himself-of course, the tears of the sky actually meant rain. After the rain, when the moon broke through the clouds, the poet's thoughts returned to the moon palace again. This time, he thought further. He not only thought of the carriage driven by immortals, but also saw the halo formed by dew on the wheels and smelled the misty Gui Xiang in the middle of the month. Naturally, the halo flashing on the wheel is an association that originates from the lunar halo, and Gui Xiang is of course based on the reasonable imagination of fairy tales. The last four sentences of the poem are the intense shock of the poet's sharp contradiction between ideal and reality, and the product of the fierce confrontation between the vastness of the universe and the smallness of the individual, and the finiteness of life and the infinity of the universe. In a word, we know that the poet's heart starts from reality, but his spiritual home always stays behind reality. No matter how far the steed of his thoughts runs, he will always be attached to the native land where his mind lives, that is, the colorful thoughts transformed from his heart will eventually have to return to reality. Therefore, the poet's pain is doomed to be as inseparable as ever. This seems to be clear to the poet himself, and perhaps the title of the poem "Dream of Heaven" is also for this reason. From this, we might as well say that the poet is clearly dreaming an illusory dream!