Fan Zhongyan, the word Xiwen. His ancestral home was Pizhou, and he later moved to Wu County, Suzhou. He was a politician and writer in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Fan Zhongyan lost his father when he was young, and his mother remarried Changshan Zhu, so he changed his name to Zhu Shuo. In the eighth year of Dazhong Xiangfu (1015), Fan Zhongyan studied hard and granted the manager of the Guangde Army to join the army. Later, he successively served as the commander of Xinghua County, the school manager of the secret pavilion, the general judge of Chenzhou, and the governor of Suzhou, and was repeatedly reprimanded for being impartial and outspoken. In the fourth year of Huangyou (1052), he changed his knowledge to Yingzhou, and died on the way to help the sick at the age of sixty-four. Tired of giving Taishi, Zhongshu Ling and Shangshu Ling, Chu Guogong, nicknamed "Wenzheng", known as Fan Wenzheng.
The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed.
A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying.
Autumn has arrived, and the scenery in the northwest is very different from that in the south of the Yangtze River. The flock of geese flying towards Hengyang had no intention of staying at all. At dusk, the horn blows, and the characteristic sound of the wind, the whistling of horses, the Qiang flute, and the sound of the horn echo from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the green smoke rises, and the gates of a lonely city are closed. Drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help but think of my relatives thousands of miles away, the current war is not over, the fame has not yet been established, and it is not possible to make a plan early. The sound of the Qiang flute was heard in the distance, and the weather was cold, and the frost and snow were all over the ground. It was late at night, and it was difficult for anyone who was fighting outside to sleep, and both the generals and the soldiers had their hair dyed white by the frost and snow, so they had to cry silently.
This poem not only expresses the heroism of the general and the hard life of the husband, but also alludes to the dissatisfaction with the Song Dynasty's policy of emphasizing domestic and foreign affairs, patriotic passion, and strong homesickness, which constitute the complex and contradictory emotions of the general and the husband who are homesick but eager to make meritorious contributions.
The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing travel thoughts, night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine enters the bowels of sorrow, turning into lovesick tears.
The clouds are blue and blue, the yellow leaves fall all over the ground, the autumn colors on the horizon are connected with the autumn waves, and the waves are filled with the autumn smoke with a slight chill. The distant mountains are bathed in the setting sun, and the sky is connected to the river. The herbs that do not understand the pain of homesickness extend to the sky beyond the setting sun. Silently missing his hometown is sad, haunting the sorrow of the detention is difficult to dispel, and every night unless it is a sweet dream can keep people asleep. When the moon shines on tall buildings, don't lean alone. Frequently pour bitter wine into the bowels of sorrow and turn into lovesick tears.
The words that write about homesickness and sorrow are often expressed by the bleak autumn scenery, but the scenery depicted in this poem is far-reaching and beautiful. On the one hand, it shows the broad-mindedness of the lyricist and his love for life and nature, which in turn sets off the sadness of detachment, and on the other hand, it makes the lyrics of the next film appear soft and bonely, deep and not decadent.
People come and go on the river, but love the beauty of sea bass.
Jun looks at a leaf boat, haunted by the turmoil.
Pedestrians come and go on the riverbank, just love the delicious sea bass. Look at the small fishing boat, sometimes hidden and now in the surging wind and waves.
This little poem points out that the people who come and go on the river to drink and have fun only know how to taste the delicious sea bass, but they do not know and do not want to know the dangers and hardships of the fishermen's life and death and the stormy waves. By reflecting the hardships of fishermen's labor, the poem hopes to arouse people's attention to the suffering of people's livelihood, which reflects the poet's sympathy for the working people.
The leaves are falling one after another, the night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. The pearl curtain rolls up in the sky, and the sky is faint and the Milky Way hangs to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon is like practice, and it is a thousand miles long.
The sorrow has been broken and there is no reason to get drunk, and before the wine arrives, it will turn into tears. The residual light is turned off and the pillow is extinguished, and the taste of lonely sleep is exhausted. came to this matter, and between the eyebrows, there was no way to avoid it.
Miscellaneous leaves fell on the stone steps covered with broken flowers, and the cold night was silent, and only the cold wind blew the fallen leaves and made an intermittent sound. The curtain of pearls was rolled up high, and the jade tower was empty. The night is light, and the shimmering Milky Way hangs down to the earth. Every year on this night, you can see the silk-like moon, and every year on this night, your sweetheart is thousands of miles away. The sorrow has been broken, and it is difficult to intoxicate yourself if you want to use wine to drown your sorrows. Before the wine was drunk, it turned into bitter tears. The residual light flickered, the pillow was crooked, and I tasted the taste of solitary sleep. Counting the pain of lovesickness, accumulating on the brow and condensing in the heart, there is really no way to avoid it.
Writing about the autumn night scene, the author only grasps the autumn sound and autumn colors, and it is natural to lead to autumn thoughts. When a leaf falls, it is autumn, and in autumn, most of the leaves turn yellow and fall. The leaves of the trees are falling on the incense, and the autumn is known without saying autumn. Night, it's an autumn night. The silence of the night does not mean that there is silence, there is still a sound, but the cold sound, that is, the sound of autumn. This sound is not between the trees, but it comes from the trees, it turns out to be the rustling of yellow leaves floating on the steps of the trees.