Appreciation of Wang Anshi's Guizhixiang

Gui Zhixiang-Wang Anshi boarded the plane to see him off. This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sail back to the setting sun and lean on the west wind wine flag. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw. Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate. Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height. The old things of the Six Dynasties flowed with the water, and the cold smoke rotted the grass green. Today, business women are still singing, and "backyard" is a heritage. Appreciation: About 50 words, there are a series of images: old country, autumn, weather, Chengjiang, Cuifeng, Guifan, sunset, westerly wind, wine flags, floats, clouds, Milky Way and heron, which describe a distant view of late autumn dusk for us. Climbing the high-rise building on the river and overlooking Jinling, the old capital, is like the chill of autumn. The endless Yangtze River is not like the surging summer. Gradually quiet down, clarified, like a thousand miles of practice, but the green peak by the river is as sharp as an arrow. It is the author's feelings that seem calm but boundless in this cold weather, as sharp as the green peaks on the river. The returning sailboat stopped paddling and went downstream against the west wind. Under the same bloody sunset and west wind, a restaurant flag fluttered obliquely. A few words in this sentence are very intriguing. Going back to sail to Pakistan can be said to be a ship that has lost power. Under the glory of the sunset, being at the mercy of the "west wind" seems to compare the declining Song Dynasty to "the sail of the sunset". Paddles can no longer be rowed, oppressed by the enemies of the western regions, and wine flags, the bustling thing in the commercial city, are powerless to fight. At the end of the last sentence, it seems that another pen has been changed. "The colorful boats are pale, and the stars are herons." The last one is even more ingenious. A beautiful late autumn scenery, with the meaning of decline, is unimaginable. Xia Gan wrote an allusion to Chen Houzhu in the Southern Dynasties. Thinking of the past reminds me of its incomparable prosperity. Alas, it's already Enemy at the Gates, and Chen is still on the palace floor, enjoying beautiful women singing and dancing and drinking. "Sadness is greater than death in the heart", and the bitterness of national subjugation continues. Since then, how many scholars have climbed to pay tribute to this matter, and "honor and disgrace" and "."have been used very realistically. How many people can really understand the real lesson behind national subjugation? Most people just sigh the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, ostentatiously coquettish and write poems with inscriptions. The ups and downs of the Six Dynasties have already passed the Yangtze River and gone forever, leaving only "the condensation of cold smoke" and "the green of rotten grass", and this scene is exactly such a situation, which all reflects the author's sadness and disappointment. What's more sad is that in this sad land of homesickness, from the Southern Dynasties to the present, the geisha in the restaurant is still singing, singing Chen Houzhu's "Flowers in the Garden of Yushu"! And intoxicated by this decadent sound, it is those literati who have just composed poems and shared weal and woe! The most tragic thing is that people are still immersed in this empty and prosperous shadow because the historical lessons of the blood of national subjugation have not been learned! The author, Mr. Wang Anshi, is full of depression and profound education and warning to the world: honor and disgrace will only make sorrow and hatred continue!