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**Autumn Night Sent to Qiu Yuanwai**
Author: Wei Yingwu
Mountain air, pine nuts fall,
Should not be asleep.
Moonlight shines through the pines,
Clear spring flows over stones.
This poem, written by Tang Dynasty poet Wei Yingwu, expresses the poet's longing for his friend Qiu Yuanwai during an autumn night.
"Mountain air, pine nuts fall": The poet describes the scene of pine nuts falling in the vastness of autumn in Tianshan, with the word "vast" conveying a sense of tranquility.
"Should not be asleep": The term "hermit" refers to someone who lives in seclusion or can represent the poet himself. "Should not be asleep" implies that he may not have fallen asleep yet, hinting at his yearning for his friend.
"Moonlight shines through the pines": The moonlight spills through the gaps in the pine trees, with "shine" depicting the scene of moonlight penetrating the pine forest.
"Clear spring flows over stones": The clear spring water flows over stones, with "flow" conveying the sound and sensation of the water moving.
Through the depiction of autumn night scenes in the mountains, the poem conveys the poet's inner peace and deep longing for his friend. The language is fresh and natural, with profound imagery, making it one of Wei Yingwu's masterpieces.
**Story Title: Wei Xiaowen's Autumn Night Adventure**
Autumn nights always make me feel comfortable. Looking up at the sky, the stars twinkle above me endlessly.
A gust of wind blows by, and the sound of rustling leaves fills the yard, as if they are applauding me.
"Xiaowen, this evening is perfect for writing poetry."
Grandpa smiled, his beard twitching, and I couldn't help but want to reach out and tug at it.
"Writing poetry?" I asked curiously, "Grandpa, why is tonight suitable for writing poetry?"
"Because you can feel the essence of an autumn night," Grandpa said, patting my head.
"Xiaowen, do you remember the ancient poet Wei Yingwu?"
"Of course I remember!" I proudly puffed out my chest. "I remember all the stories you told me, Grandpa!"
"Then how about we recite a poem tonight, 'Autumn Night Sent to Qiu Yuanwai'?" Grandpa's eyes crinkled with laughter.
"Sure! Sure!" I clapped my hands excitedly. "I'll go first!"
Autumn Night Sent to Qiu Yuanwai
Wei Yingwu
Longing for you on this autumn night, I stroll and chant in the cool air.
Pine cones fall in the empty mountains; Should Not Be Asleep.
After I finished reciting, Grandpa continued:
The cool breeze urges thoughts of home; autumn leaves evoke feelings of parting.
Thinking of your departure, I can't help but miss you.
"Longing for you on this autumn night, I stroll and chant in the cool air." Grandpa looked up at the sky, his eyes sparkling with light.
"This poem was written on an autumn night when Wei Yingwu missed his friend Qiu Yuanwai, walking alone in the courtyard and reflecting on the arrival of autumn."
"Xiaowen, come feel this sentiment," Grandpa said with a smile as he closed his eyes and slowly recited, "Pine cones fall in the empty mountains; Should Not Be Asleep."
Watching Grandpa in his trance, I closed my eyes too, imagining myself in ancient times, reciting poetry with him on an autumn night.
"The cool breeze urges thoughts of home; autumn leaves evoke feelings of parting." I slowly recited this line, feeling the chill of the autumn wind and the loneliness of falling leaves.
"This poem is really beautiful," I couldn't help but exclaim.
"Yes," Grandpa nodded. "Poetry allows us to feel the emotions and lives of the ancients; they are treasures of our culture."
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