First, "Qiu Si" (Tang Zhangji)
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want a writer to write a book. The letter was written, and worried that he had not finished writing what he wanted to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was born in the south of the Yangtze River. When he wrote this poem, he was living in Luoyang. At that time, it was autumn, which was the most likely season to cause anxiety. The autumn wind evoked the poet's lonely feelings in a foreign land, and caused the feelings of missing his hometown and relatives. So he wrote a letter from home to say hello to peace, but there was too much to say and I didn't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope again ... This detailed description expressed his thoughts very delicately.
ii. Lodging (Don Tu Mu)
solitary at the tavern, I am shut in with loneliness and grief. Memories of the cold lights back home memories of the past; Just like a lost flock of wild geese. Native place road is far too far, the dream come back at dawn, the family's letter will wait until next year to send it to this place. Cang Jiang on the moonlight, the scenery is how beautiful, the fishing boat is in front of my house.
This was done when Du Mu was released to work in Jiangxi. He has been away from home for a long time, staying in a hostel and feeling lonely. I can't help but miss my hometown on a sad night, but even the delivery of letters from home has become difficult. Hometown is thousands of miles away, and it is hard for travelers to get back to their thoughts. Seeing the fisherman's boat tied to their own door outside the door has deepened the poet's homesickness.
Third, a mooring under north fort hill (Don Wang Wan)
under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.
Wang Wan, a poet, may not know many people, but such a poem has made him immortal. As a northern poet (a native of Luoyang), he traveled between Wu Chu all the year round. This poem was written by him when he entered Wu from Chu in winter and spring, and when he was boating at the foot of Beigu Mountain in Zhenjiang, Jiangsu. In the poet's pen, I don't know when the letter from home will arrive, but I just hope that the geese returning to the north will take it to Luoyang, their hometown.
Fourth, A Dream of Spring (Don Du Fu)
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Sad state, can not help but tears burst into tears, the birds stunning, the grief of parting hate. The war has lasted for more than half a year, the letter from home is rare, and a hundred and thousands of gold. Melancholy winding, scratching head thinking, the more scratched the white hair, it is almost impossible to insert a hairpin.
Du Fu is a realistic poet, and his poetic style was influenced by the background of that time. At that time, Chang 'an, the capital of the country, was destroyed by the war of An Shi Rebellion. Du Fu, who was in the city, witnessed the scene of the depression in Chang 'an and had mixed feelings, and wrote this famous poem, which was handed down through the ages. At that time, the situation, the war did not know how long it would last, and the poet remembered that he was captured and detained in the enemy camp, and he had not heard from his wife and children for a long time. Their life and death were uncertain and they did not know what had happened. The phrase "one message from home is worth a ton of gold" can be said to be the empathy of all the people who suffered from the war.