Poetry: Xijiang Moon walks along Huangsha Road at night Song: Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. ?
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, and the magpies perched on the treetops flew away in surprise. The cool evening breeze brought cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if to say that this is a harvest year.
Clouds are floating in the sky, twinkling stars are flickering, and there is a little rain in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the earth temple. At the turning point of the mountain road, the once unforgettable creek bridge appeared in front of his eyes.
Extended data background: Xin Qiji was a great official in the Southern Song Dynasty, but his bold and open-minded remarks and decisive and capable style, especially his political proposition of resuming the Anti-Japanese War, were envied by his colleagues and hit by the highest ruling class. Xichun lived in Song Xiaozong for eight years (1 18 1), was impeached and dismissed from office, and returned to his hometown in Daihu, where he lived in seclusion.
Appreciation: On the surface, the theme of this word is nothing more than some seemingly ordinary scenery. Language is not polished, and no allusions are used. Hierarchical arrangement is completely natural and simple. However, it seems dull, but it has the poet's concentrated artistic conception and sincere feelings. Here, readers can also appreciate another realm of Jia Xuan's ci beyond the majestic and heroic.