The sea, what a broad mind, the ups and downs of the sun and the moon seem to come from the chest of the sea, and the brilliant stars in the galaxy seem to emerge from the embrace of the sea. Ah, it's okay. It's wonderful. Let's sing and express our feelings freely.
A rhyme translation at the foot of Beibao Mountain;
Tourists pass the bleak Gubei Mountain, and the boat goes along with the blue river.
The spring tide is rising, and the rivers on both sides are wider. sail before the wind just hung the sail high.
The red sun broke through the night and rose from the sea, and the spring breeze at the end of early spring swept across the river.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. When will Guiyan fly to Luoyang?
Precautions:
1, time: stay.
2. Night: At dawn.
3. Jiang Chun sentence: Before the New Year, the news of spring came from the south of the Yangtze River.
In ancient times, it was said that geese could bring letters to their hometown of Luoyang.
Comments:
This poem was written in late winter and early spring. When I was traveling in the river, I felt homesick. The beginning begins with a antithesis, which describes the feeling of wandering in Shenchi's hometown. The second couplet is about sailing on the river of "tidal flat" and "positive wind", and the scene is magnificent. Sanlian wrote about the scene of sailing at dawn, and the antithesis implied philosophy, "The beauty of depicting scenery lies in generations to come", giving people a progressive artistic charm. The tail couplet saw that the geese missed their parents and echoed the first couplet. The whole poem is shrouded in faint homesickness.
"... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness", without losing the wonderful poetry garden, the magnificent Millennium.
On a bright spring day, I believe Malays will definitely go to Qiantang Lake, and walk from the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jiagongting. A spring rain has just passed. Clouds and gases are connected with microwaves on the lake surface, as if attached to the water surface. The lake is full, almost flush with the shore. There are euphemistic cries of orioles in the distance and near. These messengers of spring are playing and chasing, scrambling to fly to the sunny branches. The newly returned swallows are flying up and down by the lake. They are busy with mud and nesting. Along the way, a cluster in the east and a cluster in the west are almost dazzling. Spring grass on the road just emerged from the soil, just enough to cover the horseshoe. Spring God hangs flowers on trees and spreads grass on the ground for people to enjoy, but I am most fascinated by the area around Hudong, where trees are shaded and Bai Causeway lies quietly by the lake, which really makes people linger.