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Liangzhou SongAuthor: Wang HanPoem Title: Liangzhou SongPoem:The finest grape wine fills the luminous goblet,As they are about to drink, the sound of the pipa urges them on.Lying drunk on the battlefield, do not mock them,For how many return from the ancient wars?Explanation of the Poem:This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Han, expressing the bold lifestyle and tragic emotions of soldiers at the frontier."The finest grape wine fills the luminous goblet": This line describes the banquet where fine wine is served in a precious luminous cup, a luxurious goblet that may gleam under the moonlight."As they are about to drink, the sound of the pipa urges them on": Just as the soldiers are about to enjoy the wine, they are urged to action by the sound of the pipa, a traditional plucked string instrument. Some interpret the pipa here as the sound of galloping horses, while others see it as a signal for battle."Lying drunk on the battlefield, do not mock them": The soldiers lie drunk on the battlefield, and the poet asks the reader not to laugh at them. This reflects the soldiers' boldness and carefree attitude toward life and death."For how many return from the ancient wars?": The poet uses a rhetorical question to emphasize the cruelty of war, as historically, how many soldiers have returned safely from battle?Through the description of the soldiers drinking at the frontier, the poem showcases their courage in the face of war and their open attitude toward life. The poem's language is vivid and rhythmic, capturing the distinctive features of frontier poetry from the peak of the Tang Dynasty.Story Title: Xiao Han's Frontier AdventureThe town holds a unique position, located on the frontier of the great Tang Dynasty, nestled by the Tianshan Mountains. Surrounded by high mountains, the town sits on a fertile plain where the people live in peace and harmony, with picturesque landscapes all around.
The residents of the small town primarily engage in agriculture and livestock farming. They rise with the sun and rest at sunset. Although their lives are not affluent, they manage to get by.
The town's celebration is the most important day of the year, where everyone gathers to celebrate. People sing and dance, drink and feast, creating a lively atmosphere. This year, I attended the town's celebration with my father.
At the celebration, there was an abundance of music and delicious food that dazzled the senses and filled my heart with joy. I saw adults raising their glasses, drinking merrily until their faces turned red with excitement. They laughed heartily and loudly shared stories from the past year.
The beautiful sounds of the pipa and guzheng echoed in my ears, sometimes crisp and melodious, other times lingering and distant, occasionally passionate and intense, or soft and graceful. With each tune, it felt as if countless instruments were dancing before my eyes, playing enchanting melodies.
I found myself salivating. I swallowed hard, staring intently at the delicious food on the table. It seemed as if the dishes were beckoning me, igniting my appetite. I reached for a chicken leg on the table but was quickly stopped by my father's hand grabbing mine.
"Hey, don't rush. You'll have your turn soon," my father said with a smile.
I pouted in dissatisfaction and looked around to see that everyone had already taken their seats. The table was filled with mouthwatering dishes, steaming hot and fragrant. My stomach churned as I struggled to hold back my hunger.
"When are we going to start eating?" I asked impatiently.
"Not yet; we need to wait a little longer," my father replied calmly while looking at me with a smile.
"Oh," I said, lowering my head in disappointment as I continued to gaze at the food on the table, swallowing repeatedly.
"Relax, kid; it's just a banquet," my father encouraged as he patted my shoulder.
I nodded and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Do you know why we are celebrating here today?" my father suddenly asked.
I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know.
"It is to commemorate our ancestors, who once fought here to defend our homeland, allowing our descendants to live in peace and enjoy a prosperous life," my father said, looking at me earnestly.
I nodded, somewhat understanding.
"Therefore, we must cherish peace, enjoy life, and not let our lives be filled with regrets," my father said solemnly.
I nodded again, but felt a bit lost in my heart.
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