Poems by a wandering poet

Poems with the same thoughts and feelings as the songs about immortals;

"Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao" —— Tang Bai Juyi

There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.

Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.

Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.

For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.

Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.

But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.

Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

Vernacular translation:

A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows.

Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat.

Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one.

Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind.

Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back. I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night!

Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today! ?

The Wandering Son-Tang Mengjiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Vernacular translation:

A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.

Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? [2]?

Poetry appreciation:

This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. The first four sentences are very simple, without any modification, but the image of loving mother is really touching.

The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. By virtue of the intuition of the parties, the next meaning is excavated: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three chunhui." The author speaks freely and eulogizes maternal love enthusiastically. These two sentences adopt the traditional contrast method: children are like grass, and maternal love is like spring sunshine. If a child can't repay his mother's love. The contrast and metaphor of images have placed Junzi's ardent feelings for his loving mother.