吟着这首诗,我想到了自己生活的孤独,回忆起在家中生活的温暖;想起了仕途生活的艰难,回忆起在家中的那份快感;想起了自己在异地举目无亲的惨境;回忆起家乡人民的热心。我看到了家乡人民的笑容,听到了家乡人民热切的话语,更感受到了家乡人民那一份爱。
Reciting this poem, I think of the loneliness of my life, the warmth of my life at home, the difficulties of my official career, the joy of my life at home, the misery of my absence from relatives in other places, and the enthusiasm of the people in my hometown. I saw the smile of the people in my hometown, heard the eager words of the people in my hometown, and felt the love of the people in my hometown.
我继续走着,伴着那优美的笛声,不知不觉,回到了自己那一座小屋中。端起那杯酒,猛饮两口,来到桌旁,铺开纸,快速地写到:
I continued to walk, accompanied by the beautiful flute, unconsciously, back to their own cottage. Take that glass of wine, take two swigs, come to the table, spread out the paper, and quickly write:
谁家玉笛暗飞声,散入春风满洛城。
Who home jade flute dark flying sound, scattered into the spring wind full of Los Angeles.
此夜曲中闻折柳,何人不起故园情!
This Nocturne is full of willows. Why don't you love your hometown!
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