Xin Qiji s beautiful scenery of the summer countryside at night that he saw in the night walk on Hua

The bright moon rose above the treetops, causing the magpies to fly away. In the middle of the night, cicadas chirp. The air is filled with the scent of rice blossoms, people talk about the harvest year, and the sound of frogs is heard in their ears.

Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars are like shadows, the drizzle is scattered in the mountains, the small hut shop that used to be is still located on the edge of the woods near the land temple, and the mountain road suddenly turns, and the once familiar small bridge and stream suddenly appear in front of you.

I walked in the yellow sand ridge.

The bright moonlight blackened the green branches, and even woke the sleeping magpie on the branches, which chirped loudly, as if the day had come.

The breeze blows, driving away the summer heat, and the cicadas light up their singing voices, dissolving their songs into the wind and transmitting them into the distance.

The rice fields on the side of the road, also with the wind and singing, send the fragrance, and the accompanying frog song makes the summer night ** play more harmonious and enthusiastic, listen carefully, the music seems to be celebrating the harvest and abundance.

A few stars twinkled in the inky blue night sky, shining brilliantly, as if you were opening your eyes wide and admiring the joy of the earth. Looking at the whole space, suddenly it is like a piece of velvet studded with precious stones, gradually getting softer and softer, as if you can reach out and touch the noble and elegant, mysterious and infinite sky. Just as I was staring up, water droplets suddenly fell.

I was shocked, so let's find a place to hide from the rain.

Here, in my memory, there is a hut that once lived here. It's near the forest next to the temple, it's close, it's close! The summer rain kept hitting me, but I couldn't care about it anymore.

Turning the creek and crossing the bridge, it - a hut appeared! There is a place to shelter from the rain!

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Haven't you already typed it out?

The lyricist saw: the bright moonlight, the flying magpie, and the sparse stars.

Light showers, small huts, creek bridges.

I heard: cicadas, frogs, rain.

Smelled: the aroma of rice flowers.

I thought about it: this year is a good year.

I felt it: I felt the quiet and leisurely countryside and the joy of harvest.

Original text: Song Dynasty Xin Qiji, "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is clear.

Cicadas chirp in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it. (Creek Bridge I: Creek Head).

Translation: The bright moonlight swept through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze blew as if hearing the cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are bursts of frog cries in my ears, as if they are discussing, saying that this year is a good year for a good harvest.

The sky was full of dark clouds, the stars were twinkling, flickering bright and dark, and a light rain was pouring down from the cave in front of the mountain. The thatched hut of the old days was still beside the woods of the Land Temple, and when the road turned the source of the stream, it suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Xijiang Moon, Night Walking in Huangsha Road" "Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points in front of the rain mountain. "Write about the sporadic transience after the light rain on a summer night.

This word deliberately describes the night scene of Huangshaling: the bright moon and the breeze, the stars and rain, the magpie and the cicadas, the fragrance of rice flowers, and the sound of frogs. The whole word depicts the scenery of the mountain village on a summer night from the three aspects of sight, hearing and smell, the scene is blended, beautiful and picturesque, quiet and natural, vivid and realistic, and it is a masterpiece with rural life as the theme in the Song Dynasty.

Yes, by describing the unique sounds of summer nights to express the joy of the harvest, on the surface, the subject matter of this poem is nothing more than some seemingly extremely ordinary scenes, the language is not ornamented, there is no allusion, and the hierarchical arrangement is completely natural, plain. However, it is precisely in the seemingly plain that there is the lyricist's painstaking ideas and pure feelings. Here, readers can also appreciate another realm beyond the majestic and heroic words of Jiaxuan.

Xijiang Moon Night Walk in Huangsha Road.

Dynasty: Song Dynasty.

Original text: The bright moon does not frighten the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that the harvest year is more than high, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, at the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned around and the stream was suddenly seen.

Translation: Li Qi. The moon rose above the treetops, startling the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to hear the sound of cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest and ruined limbs, and there are bursts of frog cries in their ears, as if talking about a good harvest year.

Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars appear and disappear from time to time, a light rain falls in front of the mountain, the familiar thatched shop hut is still located in the woods near the land temple, and the mountain road turns, and the once memorable stream bridge appears in front of his eyes.

1.This poem is written about what the author saw and heard during his night walk in the mountain village. The bright moon and breeze, the chirping of magpies and cicadas, the sound of rice fragrant frogs, and the small bridge of the stream constitute a beautiful and moving picture of the summer night in the mountain township in the south of the Yangtze River.

But what runs through the whole story is the love of nature and the joy of harvest. The author is good at grasping the characteristics of the mountain village on a summer night, and understands the peasants' enthusiasm for a bumper harvest, coupled with the light tone, beautiful language, and harmonious syllables, so that people read this poem as if they were on the scene, and the aftertaste is endless. (This poem fully reflects the author's joy at the harvest and his love for rural life).

2.Question 1: At first, the moon was sunny tomorrow, and then dark clouds suddenly rose and showers were coming.

Question 2: The fresh, joyful, and vibrant rural scenery and the fragrant rice flowers and the joyful harvest scene made Xin Qiji feel happy.

"Xijiang Yue. "Night Walk in the Yellow Sand Road" is a poem composed by Xin Qijian when he was living in Jiangxi, singing the scenery of Tianguo.

(1) Walking on the country road at night, the moon came out and alarmed the sleeping magpies on the branches, and the gently blowing night breeze sent bursts of cicadas from time to time. The fragrance of rice flowers is refreshing (indicating a good harvest), and stopping to listen to the sound of frogs seems to be singing ...... for people's harvestYou see, there are still seven or eight stars in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, two or three points of rain fall in front of the mountain. The heavy rain is coming, hurry to avoid the rain, but the familiar thatched shop can't be found, run to the turn of the stream, Hey, isn't the thatched shop right in front of you?

2) The bright moonlight rises above the treetops, alarming the magpie to fly away from the branches. The autumn breeze is blowing, and at night, there are cicadas chirping when they are not there. The air is filled with the scent of rice blossoms, people talk about the harvest year, and the sound of frogs is heard in their ears.

Light clouds float in the sky, twinkling stars appear and disappear, the drizzle in the mountains, the small hut shop that used to swim is still located on the edge of the woods near the land temple, and the mountain road suddenly turns, and the once familiar small bridges and streams suddenly appear in front of you.