{"id":12917,"date":"2019-11-14T12:54:40","date_gmt":"2019-11-14T12:54:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chinesemoment.com\/chinese-literature-2\/chinese-poems-gu-shi-ci-homebound-journey-along-the-tiaoxi-river\/"},"modified":"2019-11-14T12:54:40","modified_gmt":"2019-11-14T12:54:40","slug":"chinese-poems-gu-shi-ci-homebound-journey-along-the-tiaoxi-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chinesemoment.com\/fr\/chinese-poems-gu-shi-ci-homebound-journey-along-the-tiaoxi-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Chinese Poems \u53e4\u8bd7\u8bcd Homebound Journey Along the Tiaoxi River"},"content":{"rendered":"
Homebound Journey Along the Tiaoxi River<\/p>\n

Introducion:<\/p>\n

The poem starts with flowing water, which signifies rising nostalgia in him.    <\/p>\n

Text:<\/p>\n

Kè F\u0101 Tiáo X\u012b<\/p>\n

\u5ba2 \u53d1  \u7b24 \u6eaa<\/p>\n

\uff08\u6e05\uff09\u53f6\u71ee(Q\u012bng) Yè Xiè<\/p>\n

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kè x\u012bn rú shu\u01d0 shu\u01d0 rú chóu<\/p>\n

\u5ba2 \u5fc3 \u5982  \u6c34     \u6c34   \u5982   \u6101\uff0c<\/p>\n

róng yì gu\u012b f\u0101n chèn jí liú<\/p>\n

 \u5bb9  \u6613 \u5f52  \u5e06    \u8d81   \u75be\u6d41\u3002<\/p>\n

h\u016b yà chuán chu\u0101ng sòng wú y\u01d4<\/p>\n

\u5ffd  \u8bb6   \u8239        \u7a97         \u9001   \u5434 \u8bed\uff0c<\/p>\n

gù sh\u0101n yuè y\u01d0 guà chuán tóu<\/p>\n

\u6545   \u5c71     \u6708  \u5df2  \u6302     \u8239     \u5934\u3002<\/p>\n

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Homebound Journey Along the Tiaoxi River<\/p>\n

(Qing)Ye Xie<\/p>\n

My heart is like the waters which with a moaning flow,<\/p>\n

When the boat homewards speeds with the swift-rolling stream.<\/p>\n

All suddenly I hear the native voice sound outside the window,<\/p>\n

And see above the bow the home moon so brightly gleam.<\/p>\n

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Comment<\/p>\n

The poem starts with flowing water, which signifies rising nostalgia in him. Homebound in a boat, the poet naturally begins his lines describing the rolling water, which will rapidly carry him home and his aching heart for home as well. The swift water transforms his longing into reality. The poet is now lost in visualizing everything in his home village when he wakes to the familiar Wu dialect flowing in from outside the boat. Isn’t it my home? Stepping ashore, the poet does find himself at the doorstep of his home and see the bright moon gleaming above the bow.
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