The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night.
The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. Narrative, Grateful Woman Translation and Annotation Translation
I live in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I feel very depressed and lonely. Farmer Qiu Lai is busier with her work. The woman next door pounded rice all night, not afraid of the cold in autumn. The shopkeeper Xun Wei brought me rice, full of vegetarian dishes as bright as moonlight. This can't help but remind me that the floating mother who helped Han Xin felt ashamed and refused to eat again and again.
At the foot of Wusong Mountain lived a peasant woman named Xun. One night, Li Bai stayed at her house and was treated with sincere hospitality by her host. This poem is the poet's mood at that time.
The first two sentences, "I stayed in Panasonic for five days, and I was lonely without happiness", wrote the poet's lonely feelings. Nothing can make him happy in this remote mountain village. He is exposed to the hardships and hardships of farmers. This is three or four sentences: "Autumn is bitter in Tianjia, and the night in the neighborhood is cold." Autumn ploughing is autumn toil. The word "bitterness" of "Tian Jiaqiu's hard work" refers not only to hardship, but also to the bitterness in his heart. The autumn harvest season should be joyful, but the farmers under the oppression of heavy taxes don't laugh at all. Farmers harvest during the day and grind rice at night. The voice of the woman next door grinding rice came from outside the wall, which was very sad. The word "cold" is very intriguing. It not only describes the desolation of the sound of rice, but also infers the coldness of the woman next door.
He wrote five or six sentences to the master Xun Wei: "Kneel into the carved rice, and the bright moon shines faintly." The ancients sat on the floor with their heels kneeling and their upper bodies straight, which was called kneeling. Because Li Bai was kneeling when eating, when he brought the rice, Xun Wei knelt down to give it to him. "Carving Hu" means "Zizania latifolia", commonly known as Zizania latifolia. It is born in water and bears fruit in autumn. It's called Zizania latifolia and can be used for cooking. The ancients regarded it as a delicacy. The hostess surnamed Xun specially made a statue to show her warm hospitality to the poet. "Moonlight Plain Plate" is a prominent description of the plate filled with rice in Xunqi's hand. The plate is white, so is the wild rice. In the moonlight, this dish of water bamboo shines like a plate of pearls. In such a hard mountain village, the poet was deeply moved by the host's exquisite dish of rice. The last two sentences say, "It's a pity to drift from mother to mother, but you can't eat it after three thanks." Floating Niang uses the allusions of Han Xin, the Hou of Huaiyin in in the Western Han Dynasty. The floating mother here refers to Xun Wei. Xun Wei's sincere hospitality to Li Bai made him feel very sorry, unable to repay her, and even more guilty. Li Bai refused to thank again and again, and really couldn't bear to enjoy her delicious meal.
Li Bai's character is very arrogant. He refused to "spoil his eyebrows and bend his back to serve the powerful", and often "drunk for a long time and despised the ministers". He is very unruly in front of the princes. But he is so humble and sincere to an ordinary mountain village woman, which fully shows the valuable qualities of Li Bai.
The original note of this poem is Xuanzhou. Wusong Mountain is in the south of Tongling City, Anhui Province. This poem was written by Li Bai when he was traveling between Xuancheng and Liyang in the second year of Tang Suzong (76 1). Li Bai (70 1-762), the word Taibai, was a romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty and was praised as a "poetic immortal" by later generations. My ancestral home is Ji Cheng in Longxi (to be tested), and I was born in Broken Leaf City in the Western Regions. At the age of 4, he moved to Mianzhou City, Jiannan Province with his father. Li Bai has more than 1000 poems, among which Li Taibai Ji has been handed down from generation to generation. He died in 762 at the age of 6 1. Its tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan and Anlu, Hubei. Lipper
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk. (Last Solo: Sitting Alone) Even playing the Qiangdi Guan Shanyue, there is no worry about Wan Li. The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. The elm leaves in Guancheng are early yellow, and the ancient battlefield in Shayunli is dusk. Please go back to the army to hide dust and bones, and don't teach soldiers to cry. There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. The desert is foggy, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen. The former army fought in Taohe River overnight, and it was reported that Tuguhun was captured alive. Hu bottle flows purple and thin sweat, and the autumn moon in the west of the city is broken. Ming Xing Chi sealed the sword and told you to take Loulan overnight. Yumen Mountain is a thousand miles long, and the mountain is always in the north and south. People should look at the fire from a distance, but they can't see the horses in the mountains. -Wang Changling's Seven Books on the Art of War in the Tang Dynasty, with seven books on the art of war.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk. (The last one is alone: sitting alone)
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love.
I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
The elm leaves in Guancheng are early yellow, and the ancient battlefield in Shayunli is dusk.
Please go back to the army to hide dust and bones, and don't teach soldiers to cry.
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk. (The last one is alone: sitting alone)
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love.
I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
The elm leaves in Guancheng are early yellow, and the ancient battlefield in Shayunli is dusk.
Please go back to the army to hide dust and bones, and don't teach soldiers to cry.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
The desert is foggy, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen.
The former army fought in Taohe River overnight, and it was reported that Tuguhun was captured alive.
Hu bottle flows purple and thin sweat, and the autumn moon in the west of the city is broken.
Ming Xing Chi sealed the sword and told you to take Loulan overnight.
Frontier fortress, narration, lyricism, lack of 100 ancient poems on early education, and paoze to give, it's pathetic. I don't know the world, but I still look at it with cloth. -Tang Gaoshi's "Ode to History"
Another gift is a robe, so you should sympathize with Fan.
I don't know the world, but I still look at it with cloth. I stayed in Panasonic for five years, lonely and unhappy. The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night. The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight. I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. -In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's "Stay at the Xiaxun Family in Wusong Mountain" stayed at the Xiaxun Family in Wusong Mountain.
I stayed in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I felt very depressed and lonely.
The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night.
The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. Narration, gratitude to women