Li Bai, a wild and uninhibited poet, seems to be very free and easy, but in fact he is sometimes sad and lonely. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking back again, and I suddenly thought of home" expressed his yearning for his hometown. Du Fu is no exception. He used "he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" " Expressed his homesickness vividly on paper. There were many poems about homesickness in ancient times. Although this poem by Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has no flowery rhetoric, it tells the endless homesickness of wandering abroad.
Qiu Si-Zhang Ji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
The poet Zhang Ji was not famous in the Tang Dynasty, and there was a big gap with those big coffees. After all, there were too many talented people in the same period, but his talent should not be underestimated, and some works are still worth tasting. The first sentence "See the autumn wind in Luoyang City" shows that this poem was written in autumn, when Zhang Ji lived in Luoyang City and probably rented a house.
Seeing the leaves blown to the ground by the wind, Zhang Ji suddenly realized that autumn had arrived, and the change of seasons was a natural phenomenon, but it seemed too unusual for Zhang Ji, who was sentimental. Autumn has come, can winter be far behind? The autumn wind suddenly reminded Zhang Ji of his relatives thousands of miles away. It must be getting colder and colder in his hometown. How is life in his family now?
The second sentence "I want a writer to write a meaningful book", the poet felt it, and wanted to write a letter to his family, tell them that everything is fine, and ask about the recent situation at home by the way. When I was about to write, my heart suddenly had mixed feelings. It's not that I don't know what to write, but that I want to say too much and there are countless words. The pen tip stays on the paper, and my thoughts have already flown to my hometown.
There are three or four sentences: "I can't tell the fear in my hurry, and pedestrians will be surprised and open the letter." In other words, after Zhang Ji wrote this letter, he always felt that he still had a lot to say to his family. When the messenger was about to leave, he took the letter back. His tangled and contradictory psychology showed the traveler's strong yearning for his hometown.