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**Title: Remembering My Brothers from Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month**
**Author: Wang Wei**
Alone in a foreign land as an outsider,
Every festive occasion intensifies my longing for home.
I know from afar that my brothers are climbing high,
Yet one person is missing among the many who wear dewberry.
This poem was written by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, during the Chongyang Festival (Ninth Day of the Ninth Month), expressing his deep yearning for his brothers back home while he is in a foreign place.
"Alone in a foreign land as an outsider" conveys the poet's feelings of solitude and alienation.
"Every festive occasion intensifies my longing for home" highlights how his feelings of homesickness are heightened during traditional celebrations like the Chongyang Festival.
"I know from afar that my brothers are climbing high" reflects his imagination of his brothers engaging in the customary activity of climbing on this day.
"Yet one person is missing among the many who wear dewberry" refers to the tradition of wearing dewberry to ward off evil during the festival, expressing his regret and longing as he realizes he is absent from this gathering.
The entire poem, through its depiction of Chongyang Festival customs and expressions of familial longing, conveys the poet's deep affection for his hometown and loved ones. The language is concise yet filled with emotion, making it one of Wang Wei's notable lyrical works.
**Story Title: Xiao Wei's Longing During the Chongyang Festival**
Xiao Wei gazed out of the classroom window at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Unknowingly, it was once again the Chongyang Festival.
He misses home and his distant relatives. His family back in his hometown must be celebrating the festival too. Xiao Wei remembers that the Chongyang Festival in his hometown was very lively. People would climb heights, insert Dewberries, eat Chongyang Cake, and drink chrysanthemum wine. The happiest ones were the children. They would hold chrysanthemums, play with each other, and their laughter would fill the air with joy.
But now, he can only sit alone in the classroom, gazing at the moon, longing for his hometown and family. Xiao Wei sighed and turned his head, noticing that his classmates were all listening attentively. The teacher was telling a story about Wang Wei's poem "Thinking of My Brothers on the Ninth Day of September."
"Alone as a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive times. I know my brothers are climbing high places, but one person is missing among the Dewberries."
This poem reminded many classmates of their relatives back home. Some began to quietly wipe away tears, while others sighed softly. Listening to it made Xiao Wei's heart ache as well. Yes, when the festival arrives and loved ones are not by your side, that feeling of longing is truly painful.
The teacher's voice gradually rose: "Today is the Chongyang Festival, one of our traditional holidays." "Chongyang Festival, also known as the Climbing Festival, is a day when ancient people would climb heights to express their longing for their hometown and relatives." "This poem expresses poet Wang Wei's feelings of missing his brothers back home while being in a foreign land."
"Classmates, do you miss your relatives back home?" Xiao Wei lifted his head to look at the teacher. The teacher's gaze was gentle yet firm, as if telling them not to be afraid of longing and not to be afraid to express it. Xiao Wei gently nodded, silently thinking, "I miss my family back home."
The teacher smiled and continued, "In addition to climbing heights and inserting Dewberries during Chongyang Festival, there are many customs such as eating Chongyang Cake and drinking chrysanthemum wine."
"These customs are all meant to express longing and love for family."
"Classmates, when you celebrate the festival, don't forget to send your blessings and care to your family."
Xiao Wei silently kept this in mind. He wanted to write a letter to his relatives back home during the festival, sending his thoughts and blessings.
The moon outside was becoming rounder, and Xiao Wei's heart was growing softer.
Listening to the teacher's words, warmth surged in Xiao Wei's heart. He thought that even though he was far away, the longing and blessings in his heart could always cross mountains and rivers to reach his loved ones back home.
"Alright, class, we'll stop here for today."
"Class dismissed," the teacher announced with a smile.
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