The waves stopped the flying boat: The waves almost blocked the speeding boat? From "Qinyuanchun·Changsha".
Original poem of "Qinyuan Spring·Changsha"
In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Orange Island.
Look at the mountains all red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom.
I am melancholy and ask myself, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth?
I brought hundreds of couples on this trip and recalled the glorious past.
Qia was a classmate when he was young and in his prime; he was a scholar and scolded Fang Qiu.
Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat? Translation of "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"
On a crisp day in late autumn, I looked at the clear water of the Xiangjiang River flowing slowly northward. I stood alone at the head of Orange Island. Look at the thousands of mountain peaks all turning red, the layers of woods seem to have been dyed with color, the river is clear and blue, and the big ships are riding the wind and waves, vying to be the first. In the vast sky, eagles are flying vigorously, fish are swimming briskly in the clear water, and everything is vying to live a free life in the autumn light. Facing the boundless universe, (thousands of thoughts came to my mind at the same time) I want to ask: Who will decide the rise and fall of this vast land? Looking back on the past, my classmates and I often came together hand in hand. Visit here.
Those countless extraordinary years spent discussing national affairs together still linger in my heart. The students are in their youth and in their prime; they are full of ambition, unrestrained and powerful. Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the pure, the warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated like dirt. Do you ever remember that we were swimming in a deep and fast river, and the waves almost blocked the speeding boats? Appreciation of "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"
In the history of Chinese poetry, The first poet to extensively depict the beauty of nature and combine the depiction of natural beauty with concern for the fate of the country and people was Qu Yuan. This is a fine tradition of Chinese classical poetry. Mao Zedong's poetry inherited this fine tradition. He is good at integrating natural beauty and social beauty, and expresses the content of social beauty through lifelike and vivid artistic images of natural beauty.
In particular, the last three sentences of this poem end with a question, cleverly answering the question of "who is responsible for the ups and downs". Just like those who hit the water in the middle of the current, they bravely threw themselves into the revolutionary waves and advanced bravely. Introduction to Mao Zedong
Mao Zedong (1893-1976), whose courtesy name was Runzhi and whose pen name was Ziren. Born on December 26, 1893 in a peasant family in Shaoshan, Xiangtan, Hunan. Died in Beijing on September 9, 1976. Leader of the Chinese people, Marxist, great proletarian revolutionist, strategist and theorist, main founder and leader of the Communist Party of China, the Chinese People's Liberation Army and the People's Republic of China, poet, calligrapher Home.
The above is what I have compiled of the meaning of "Lang Jie Fei Zhou", thank you for reading.