Help me Qiu Si This poem expresses what kind of thoughts and feelings the author has

Translated poem: The annual autumn wind blows into the city of Luoyang, urging me to write a letter to my family and communicate with my relatives with all my heart.

The messenger was about to depart, and I opened the closed envelope again, and hurriedly added a few more words, which could not be said, but I was too hasty.

Autumn Thoughts. 【Author】Lu You 【Dynasty】Song.

Profit wants to drive people away from thousands of fire cows, and the rivers and lakes are wandering a sand gull.

The days are as long as the years are idle, and the things are as big as the mountains and are drunk.

The clothes and pestles look at each other in the deep alley and the moon, and the wells shake off the autumn of the old garden.

If you want to soothe the old eyes, there is no high place, and you can get a hundred feet of Yuanlong.

Translations Notes.

Profit drives people to run around, like thousands of fire oxen rushing forward, it is better to be a man on the rivers and lakes, wandering the world, and being as free as a sand gull bird. A day is like a year, and it only feels like this when you have nothing to do in your spare time, even if it is a big thing, you will be fine when you are drunk. In the sound of the beating stick, the bright moon in the deep alley gradually sank in the west, and the plane tree by the well suddenly shook its leaves, and it was autumn in his hometown.

If you want to look far away, you can't stand on a hundred-foot floor like Chen Deng, talking about the world's major events.

Appreciation. Writing about the feelings of autumn shows the author's mood of yearning for leisure but not being able to live idle.

Autumn Thoughts. Don Zhang.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

The author felt the bleak autumn breeze in Luoyang City, and thought about writing a letter to his family and sending it back. As a result, he had too many things to say, and he was worried that he would not finish what he wanted to say in a hurry, and the person who helped him carry the letter was about to set off, so he opened the letter again and checked it.

So, this poem expresses the author's homesickness.

The autumn poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.

Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn girl came to the world, and the leaves withered and yellowed, and they all fell. The cold wind gusted, making people feel extremely desolate and sad, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel his thoughts, he missed his hometown, missed those villagers, fathers, relatives and friends.

Zhang Ji wanted to visit his family and stay in his hometown, but there was no way, he could only bless his relatives by writing a letter to his family: I wish his parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, and happiness is like the East China Sea", but unfortunately there are too many things to say to his fellow villagers, what if this is the last time he contacts his relatives? What if you didn't make it clear what you wanted to say in this letter?

So what to do? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the person carrying the letter was about to set off, he had to open the envelope, lest he write something unpleasant and make his parents worry about him, and whether he would write less. Sometimes, he was reluctant to send the letter away even if he couldn't even notice the mistake. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also understands the mood of the poet Zhang.

In this way, Zhang Ji repeatedly scanned the letter with a sharp gaze, which led to the poem "The fear of repetition is inexhaustible, and the pedestrian is about to open the seal", which describes the contradiction and complex psychology.

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Topic: Autumn Wind, Autumn Rain, Autumn Trouble.

The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.

Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and the leaves are withered and yellow, and they have all fallen. In Luoyang City, the cold wind gusted, making people feel that the world was extremely desolate, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel the feeling of thought, he missed his homeland, missed those villagers and old ......

Zhang Ji wanted to visit relatives and friends in person, and returned to his hometown to visit his parents by the way. It's a pity that because I met someone who was about to return to be an official, there was no way. In the frustrated season, I happened to meet a fellow villager who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter to his hometown and entrust him to pass the letter to his parents to show his filial piety.

There are sweet blessings in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, and happiness is like the East China Sea", but I blame that there are too many things to say to the villagers' families, in case this is the last time he contacts his relatives? What if you didn't make it clear what you wanted to say in this letter?

So what to do? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the person carrying the letter was about to set off, he had to open the envelope, lest he write something unpleasant and make his parents worry about him, and whether he would write less. Sometimes, he was reluctant to send the letter away even if he couldn't even notice the mistake. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also understands the mood of the poet Zhang.

Zhang Ji scanned the letter with a sharp gaze again and again, his tightly knit brows just reflected his thoughtless mood, how much he wanted to return to his hometown at this time!

Zhang Ji looked at the blue sky and wanted to sing and shout, pouring out his wishes ......

Topic: Rewriting the ancient poem "Autumn Thoughts" (student assignment).

Zhang was born in a humble background. When he was young, his family was poor, and when he was very young, he was far away from his hometown until he reached twenty.

When he was five or six years old, he had already experienced a life of wandering in prison. Running around all year round, wandering in a foreign land.

On a quiet night, Zhang Ji finished dinner and sat in the small courtyard admiring the bright moonlight, the round moon hanging high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the dark earth.

He watched and watched, and suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew, Zhang Ji shivered with cold, he had to go back to the house and find an old cotton jacket that his mother sewed for him when he left.

He looked at the padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he took a brush and wrote on the paper: "Mother, how are you doing?" As the weather gets colder, you need to dress extra to avoid catching a cold.

Please don't worry about me, I'm doing well. How is the harvest at home this year? ......It seems that there is a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.

The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the mountainside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.

When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it repeatedly, and added: You should live every day happily, don't be unhappy for a little thing......After writing these, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San, who rode his horse and galloped away.

Zhang Ji looked at Wang San who was far away, and his heart was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can see her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown.