First of all:
The sky is dark, the wind is rolling the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the heavy rain on the surrounding mountains is like the sound of huge waves rolling.
The small fire burning in the stream and the felt wrapped around me are very warm, so neither the cat nor I want to go out.
Second:
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country.
As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Original poem:
Two Storms on November 4th Song: Lu You
First of all:
It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves.
The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.
Second:
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Extended data:
Lu You retired in the 16th year of Xiaozong Xichun in the Southern Song Dynasty (1 189) and lived in seclusion in his hometown of Yin Shan. This poem was written in Song Guangzong on November 4th, 2003 (1 192). At that time, the poet was 68 years old. Although he is old, his strong desire to recover the country cannot be realized in reality. So, on a stormy night, he touched the scene, thought emotionally, and realized his desire to gallop across the Central Plains in his dream.
This poem is full of emotion and energy. The author was in a difficult situation and weak in his later years, but he was not sad himself. Instead, I want to join the army and go to the frontier, cross the horse and fight against the enemy's invasion. Expressed the poet's patriotic enthusiasm, hoping to serve the country with practical actions and worry about the country and the people.
When the poet is sixty-eight years old and sick and lonely in the desolate countryside, he will think of many past events. Life has been rushing for nearly a hundred years. In retrospect, I feel a lot. The ideals of childhood, the frustration of teenagers, the ambition of middle age and the frustration of old age will all flash in my mind like passing clouds.
When I was a teenager, my father was influenced by patriotic thoughts at home, and he had the ambition to "mount a horse and attack crazy Hu, dismount the grass and write an army." When I was young, I lost the imperial examination because of my extraordinary talent.
The experience of short military life in middle age and the ambition of being a court minister, as a hawk in old age, the desolation and loneliness of being surrendered and squeezed out of a lonely hometown will all come to mind with the deep brand of broken mountains and rivers and crumbling country.
Baidu Encyclopedia-1 1 Two storms on April 4th.