What is the background of Ma Zhiyuan s Tianjing Sha Autumn Thoughts ? 10

He was very distressed when he saw the dead vines, the old trees, and the crows, and he was very disappointed, but he was very happy when he saw the little bridges and flowing water, and when he finally saw the ancient road, the west wind, and the thin horses, his mood became very lost.

I hope to give me points for support, support, thank you, all junior high school.

As the autumn sun sets, he is reminded of his hometown.

It depicts a particularly decaying scene under the sunset, expressing the homesickness of the wanderer. This painting is particularly bleak, and it also makes people feel the scenery of the countryside in late autumn, and I like this scene very much.

It mainly depicts a twilight picture. In the background of dusk, a wandering person misses his hometown and melancholy feelings. I don't particularly like this style because I think it's too sad. Missing home is a sad scene.

It depicts a cold and bleak landscape, a bleak landscape, and a very secluded feeling. I love it, and it's really meaningful.

Of course I like it very much. What Ma Zhiyuan depicts is that the wanderer travels far away, wanders, has no family to return to, recalls his hometown, recalls his family, and the feeling of sadness comes from it.

It's very good-looking, and it's also very colorful, and the lines are perfectly outlined, so I like it very much, it's beautiful, it's very good.

Theme: The whole poem depicts a wonderful late autumn evening scene in concise language, and truly expresses the sorrow of a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time.

In the poem, the author writes at dusk, towards the end of the day. The sunset hung obliquely on the top of the hill and wanted to stay, and he was reluctant to complete the day's mission. The scenery in front of me is really desolate, the vine is a withered vine, and there is no life.

The tree is a thousand-year-old tree, and the sassy west wind is blowing it towards the end of its life. The road is a desolate ancient road, and the horse is a thin horse with a weak body. People who are scattered at the ends of the earth, how can they continue to feel in the face of such a bleak scenery.

The author continues to sigh in the poem, you see that this small bridge, flowing water, and people are so peaceful and quiet. It's so warm again. And my hometown and relatives are so far away from me.

Are they okay? As it gets colder, do they add clothes? Bought a quilt?

All of this is so worrying.

If it's so worrying, why don't I go back sooner? For the sake of the so-called future? For the sake of the so-called fame?

Is that fame near me? Far away? How long is the road to the capital?

I'm so confused again. In such a dusk, on such an ancient road.

It's such a bleak season again. Am I going to continue to pursue fame? Or will they serve their elderly parents? I can't do it myself. I had to wander on the long ancient road with sorrow .......