The frost-yellow parasols and white cranes are perched on the city, and the crows are crowing again as watchmen are struck on the city. The moon is bright when a guest enters the house, but the wind is miserable when practicing at home. Cross the Guishui River in the south with a boat, and return to Qinchuan in the north with a boat. It's not satisfactory to be over half a century old. Tomorrow the clouds will still be like thorns. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Returning at Dusk" Returning at Dusk Frost-yellow and white cranes roost on the parasols, and the crows crow again as watchdogs are struck on the city.
The moon is bright when a guest enters the house, but the wind is miserable when someone is practicing.
Crossing the Guishui River in the south is a boat, and returning to Qinchuan in the north is a boat.
I am not happy when I am over half a century old. Tomorrow I will see that the clouds will still be like sticks and vines. Scenery description, journey, lyrical sadness Translation and annotations
Translation
On the green sycamore tree where the autumn box has turned yellow, the white crane is perched, and the sound of banging on the tower makes the crows crow. .
Under the bright moonlight, I went home and walked in. In the cold wind, I heard the sound of someone beating silk.
I want to go south to cross the Guishui River, but there is no boat. I want to go north to Qinchuan, but there are constant wars everywhere.
Although I am over fifty, I am not as happy as I want. Tomorrow I will still have to walk with my stick when looking at the clouds. Creation background This poem was written when the poet was in the Public Security Bureau (today's Hubei Public Security Bureau) in the third year of Dali of the Tang Dynasty (768). When Du Fu was in Kuizhou before, he wrote many poems with high-pitched rhythm and fine rhythm, and at the same time he wanted to try a new poetry style. One day, he wrote a seven-character poem "Sorrow", which is neither ancient nor rhythm, but also ancient rhythm. He wrote in the title: "The strong opera is Wu style." This poem "Returning at Dusk" is also a seven-character poem in Wu style. Appreciation
The first four sentences of this poem describe the scenery of returning home at dusk, creating a desolate atmosphere and setting off the poet's sense of sadness. The white cranes have all rested beside the green parasol trees that were yellowed by thick frost. Already at the top of the city there was the sound of watchmen beating, and the crows of crows. When the guests staying here came back home, the moonlight was already bright. I don't know whose women were still washing and practicing, and the wind carried the sad sound of anvils and pestles. It was getting late, and the guards on the city had to bang their clappers to watch the night. When describing night scenes in Tang poems, words such as pounding drill, pounding clothes, and anvil and pestle are often used. At about that time, folk women were washing clothes at night. The sound of wooden pestles beating clothes showed the difficulties of people's livelihood, so the poet felt sad after hearing it.
The first four sentences in the second half also turn to lyricism. If you want to cross the Guishui River and head south, there is no boat; if you want to return north to Chang'an, there will be many soldiers on the road. They can't go. I am over fifty years old, and everything is not going my way. Tomorrow I have to go out to look at the clouds with a cane. This last sentence describes his loneliness and boredom when he lived in Kuizhou, and he had no choice but to look at the clouds with a stick every day. Pu Qilong said: "The conclusion is to see the intention to leave." ("Du Xinjie") This comment is not accurate. It should be said that the third link is about losing one's ambition. The conclusion of the sentence does not express the desire, but loneliness and boredom. Du Fu (712-770), whose courtesy name is Zimei, who calls himself Shaoling Yelao, is known as "Du Gongbu", "Du Shaoling", etc., Han nationality, native of Gong County, Henan Province (now Gongyi City, Henan Province), a great realist in the Tang Dynasty A Marxist poet, Du Fu is respected as the "Sage of Poetry" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are collectively known as "Li Du". In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, known as "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also collectively known as "Big Li Du". He was concerned about the country and the people, and had a noble personality. About 1,400 of his poems have been preserved. His poetic skills are exquisite, and he is highly respected in Chinese classical poetry and has far-reaching influence. He lived in Chengdu from 759 to 766, and is commemorated by Du Fu thatched cottage in later generations.
Du Fu: Humanity is good when the river crosses the river, but farmland is evil when the river crosses the river. One wind blew down the mountain for three days, and the white waves were higher than Waguan Pavilion. Hai Chaonan has been to Xunyang, and Niuzhu has a dangerous origin. The Hengjiang River is trying to cross the stormy waters, but one stretch of water carries sorrow for thousands of miles. Hengjiang River looks to the west to block the Western Qin Dynasty, and the Han River connects to the Yangtze River to the east. The white waves are like mountains that can be crossed, and the strong wind kills people on the steep sails. When the sea god comes and the evil wind comes back, the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen. Why is August like this in Zhejiang? The waves are like mountains spewing snow! Jin officials greeted Yu Dong in front of the Hengjiang Pavilion and pointed Hai Yunsheng to Yu Dong. Why does Lang Jin want to cross the border? Such a turmoil is impossible! On a moonlit day, the wind and fog are not clearing, and the sea whales are crouching across the rivers. The three mountains moved together with the shock wave, and the public did not cross the river to return. ——Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Six Poems on Hengjiang"
Six Poems on Hengjiang
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Humanity on Hengjiang Good, Nongdao Hengjiang is evil.
One wind blew down the mountain for three days, and the white waves were higher than Wagang Pavilion.
Hai Chaonan has been to Xunyang, and Niuzhu is in danger.
The Hengjiang River is trying to cross the stormy waters, but one stretch of water brings sorrow for thousands of miles.
The river crosses the Yangtze River to the west and blocks the Western Qin Dynasty, and the Han River connects the Yangtze River to the east.
The white waves are like mountains that can be crossed, and the strong wind kills people on the steep sails.
When the sea god comes, the evil wind comes back, and the waves beat. Read more∨
It is good when the human way crosses the river, but it is bad when the road crosses the river.
One wind blew down the mountain for three days, and the white waves were higher than Wagang Pavilion.
Hai Chaonan has been to Xunyang, and Niuzhu is in danger.
The Hengjiang River is trying to cross the stormy waters, but one stretch of water carries worries thousands of miles long.
Hangjiang River looks to the west to block the Western Qin Dynasty, and the Han River connects to the Yangtze River to the east.
The white waves are like mountains that can be crossed, and the strong wind kills people on the steep sails.
The sea god came and the evil wind came back, and the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen.
Why is Zhejiang like this in August? The waves are like mountains spewing snow!
Jin officials greeted Yu Dong in front of the Hengjiang Pavilion and pointed Hai Yunsheng to Yu Dong.
Why does Lang Jin want to cross the border? Such a turmoil is impossible! Yuefu, describing scenery, lyrical, landscape group poem. The setting sun shines on the flat sand at the head of the river, and the fishing boat pavilion is sloping on the bank when the tide recedes. A pair of white birds stand near the water. When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers. ——Song Dynasty·Dai Fuxu's "Evening View of Jiangcun"
Evening View of Jiangcun
Song Dynasty: Dai Fuxu's three hundred ancient poems describe the cold ground in Jingyan. After the Flower Festival, the remaining cold is still severe. When the wind blows, the sand and gravel will fly. It's so cramped in a room that you can't get out of it. Every time I ride in the wind, I often turn back in less than a hundred steps. On the twenty-second day, when the weather was slightly peaceful, I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends and arrived at Manjing. There are high willows on the embankment, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is vast, like a swan escaping from its cage. At that time, the ice skin began to melt, and the color of the waves suddenly became bright, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly emerged from the box. The mountains are washed by the clear snow, and the beauty is like wiping, and the fresh beauty is bright, just like the beautiful face of a beautiful girl with a bun and a servant girl starting to sweep. The wicker will be comfortable, the soft tip of the mantle will be soft, and the wheat field will be shallow. Although there are not many tourists, there are always people drinking tea from the spring, singing songs and people wearing red clothes. Although the wind is strong, walking makes you sweat profusely. All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales. It turns out that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it. You can't just wander around and wander around among the mountains, rocks, grass and trees, but this is the official position. And this place is suitable for Yu, and Yu's journey will start from here. How can evil be undisciplined? It is also the second month of Jihai. ——Ming Dynasty·Yuan Hongdao's "Travel Notes on Manjing"
Travel Notes on Manjing
Ming Dynasty: Yuan Hongdao
The land of Yan is cold, and after the Flower Dynasty Festival, the remaining cold is still there Li. When the wind blows, the sand and gravel will fly. It's so cramped in a room that you can't get out of it. Every time I ride in the wind, I often turn back in less than a hundred steps.
On the twenty-second day, when the weather was slightly peaceful, I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends to Manjing. There are high willows on the embankment, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is vast, like a swan escaping from its cage. At that time, the ice skin began to melt, and the color of the waves suddenly became bright, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly emerged from the box. The mountains are clear and snowy. Read the full text∨
It is cold in the Yan ground. After the Flower Festival, the remaining cold is still severe. When the wind blows, the sand and gravel will fly. It's so cramped in a room that you can't get out of it. Every time I ride in the wind, I often turn back in less than a hundred steps.
On the twenty-second day, when the weather was slightly peaceful, I went out to Dongzhi with a few friends to Manjing. There are high willows on the embankment, and the soil is slightly moist. The sky is vast, like a swan escaping from its cage. At that time, the ice skin began to melt, and the color of the waves suddenly became bright, and the scales were layered, so clear that the bottom could be seen. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly emerged from the box. The mountains are washed by the clear snow, and the beauty is like wiping, and the fresh beauty is bright, just like the beautiful face of a beautiful girl with a bun and a servant girl starting to sweep. The wicker will be comfortable, the soft tip of the mantle will be soft, and the wheat field will be shallow. Although there are not many tourists, there are always people drinking tea from the spring, singing songs and people wearing red clothes. Although the wind is strong, walking makes you sweat profusely. All birds exposed to the sand, sipping the scales of the waves, are leisurely and contented, and there is joy among the feathers and scales. It turns out that there is no spring outside the countryside, and those who live in the city don't know it.
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