It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan/it always rings on the moonlit night.
These two sentences can already remind people of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home." You can imagine how exciting this is.
The face of hometown is a vague disappointment/like a wave of parting in the fog.
At first, my understanding of these two poems was naive and one-sided, and I didn't think too much about why the author said that "the face of my hometown is a vague disappointment". Later, after I got a comprehensive understanding of Xi Murong, I got a clearer understanding, and further realized that "vagueness" was due to the long separation time and became "helplessness" for various reasons. It is very helpful to understand the poet's situation.
After parting/homesickness is a tree without rings/never grow old.
The last paragraph of the poem concentrates "homesickness" on a tree without rings, which fully expresses that "homesickness" will not be lost because of people's aging, but will always be fresh.
The attachment to one's homeland can be said to be a constant and eternal emotion of human beings. Wanderers, drifters and vagrants who are far away from home hope to return to their roots even when they are very old.
Xi Murong summed up this homesickness with a short poem with seven lines and three sections: the first section is about the freshness of the local accent, and the flute "always rings on a moonlit night". Imagine how many nights there is no moonlight all year round, which vaguely means that travelers always miss home. The second section is about homesickness, and I miss my hometown more and more. With the passage of time, I shook down the outline of my hometown, leaving only a vague disappointment, such as parting in the fog, as thick as blood, but separated by a misty cloud. It is vivid and natural to describe the vague and melancholy impression of hometown with the wave of parting in the fog, and to describe the abstract subjective feeling with a tangible concrete. The third layer writes about the eternity of homesickness. It is a transition from the lingering local accent and homesickness on the upper two floors, and its form is very novel. The gradual shift of levels makes the theme from vague to vivid. The poet expressed deep ocean-like sadness, nostalgia and disappointment with the image metaphor of "never getting old" that a tree without rings lives in the hearts of wanderers forever.
The fusion of emotional expression and image choice makes the whole poem far-reaching in artistic conception. Appropriate natural metaphors and concise and beautiful language give the whole poem an idyllic artistic conception.
The author pinned his thoughts on the moon to express his disappointment in his hometown. A vague melancholy shows that the author should have left his hometown earlier and seldom visited his hometown, so that the author can't remember what his hometown is like.