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Crossing the Han River
Author: Song Zhiwen
Poem Title: Crossing the Han River
The sound of letters from beyond the mountains has ceased,
After enduring winter, spring has come again.
As I approach my hometown, my feelings grow more timid,
I do not dare to ask passersby.
Explanation of the Poem's Meaning:
This poem was written by Tang Dynasty poet Song Zhiwen and expresses the complex emotions he feels while crossing the Han River, far from his hometown.
"The sound of letters from beyond the mountains has ceased" describes how the poet's connection to his hometown in Lingnan has been severed, with "letters" referring to correspondence, and "ceased" indicating a long time without news from home.
"After enduring winter, spring has come again" conveys that the poet has gone through winter and experienced spring, emphasizing the passage of time and his prolonged stay away from home.
"As I approach my hometown, my feelings grow more timid" reveals that as the poet nears his hometown, his emotions become more complicated and fearful; "timid" reflects his worries about the unknown situation back home.
"I do not dare to ask passersby" expresses his reluctance to inquire about news from travelers, fearing bad news, which reflects his deep concern for his hometown and the inner conflict he faces.
The entire poem conveys the poet's profound feelings for his hometown and longing for family through his psychological reflections while crossing the river. The language is concise yet full of emotion, making it a remarkable piece in Song Zhiwen's lyrical poetry.
Story Title: "Song Xiaowen's Journey Home"
The footsteps of spring are drawing closer step by step.
The mountains have begun to turn green, and warm breezes blow gently, making one unable to resist the urge to go out and play.
I haven't received a letter from home in a long time, and I wonder how my family is doing. I miss them very much. I think it's time for me to go back. I didn't tell anyone about my plans to return; I just quietly packed my bags and prepared to set off. I told myself that when I get back and stand at the front door, my family will be pleasantly surprised. Just thinking about it made me smile.
I closed my eyes, and the images of my family appeared before me. My grandmother's smile, my parents' love, and my sister's gentleness.
"Xiao Wen, come out and play!"
"Xiao Wen, don't be afraid; we will protect you."
"Xiao Wen, you must be strong; you are our hope."
The voices of my family echoed in my ears, and I suddenly opened my eyes, feeling an even stronger longing in my heart. I have to go back! I must go back!
I haven't received a letter from home in a long time. For some reason, there's always an uneasy feeling in my heart. Could something have happened at home? The thought made my heart tighten with worry. I can't stay here any longer; I must return. My hometown has my beloved family and everything familiar to me.
I decided to embark on the journey home. My grandfather is a very smart man; he tells great stories. When I was young, he often sat in the yard and shared ancient tales with me.
He said that our hometown is a mysterious and beautiful place, filled with many magical stories. Grandpa's tales often captivated me. I would always widen my eyes, curiously watching him and asking about the plot of the next story. Grandpa said that our hometown has a long history and has produced many famous people. These stories deepened my understanding of my hometown and fostered a stronger emotional connection to it.
However, as time passed, I began to worry that something might have happened at home. I decided to return personally to seek answers. At the moment I decided to go back, my feelings were complex. I was both excited to see my family and afraid that something had happened to them. My heart was filled with anxiety and unease. Yet, I also held a glimmer of hope. Perhaps nothing had happened at home, and they were simply waiting for my return.
Regardless, I was determined to find my family and return to my hometown. So, I packed a small bag and set off on my journey. I crossed mountains and rivers, all to return to that beloved hometown that lingered in my dreams. Winter had not yet ended, but I could already sense the arrival of spring. Sometimes I felt cold; other times, warmth enveloped me. I knew winter would pass, and spring would eventually come.
But my longing for my hometown did not diminish with the changing seasons. Hometown—what a wonderful place it is! My grandpa had told me many stories about it, stories that deeply fascinated me. I wanted to see with my own eyes the people and landscapes from those tales; I wanted to discover if those magical things truly existed.
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