& lt's a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain > stop at Reading.

Outside the guest road/castle peak, before boating/green water. The tide is flat/the shore is wide, the wind is positive/the sails are hanging. Sea, Sun, Life and Night, Jiang Chun/Entry/Last year. Hometown book/where can I reach it, Guiyan/Luoyang side.

Wandering alone outside the green hills, sailing alone among the green waters. With the rising tide, the gap between the two sides is getting bigger and bigger. The wind blows; A white sail hung high. The night will pass and the sunrise on the sea will rise; Spring has already appeared in the river before the New Year. Now that the letter from home has been sent, where will it be sent? I hope the geese will return to the north and be sent to the edge of Luoyang.

A berth under the Beibao Mountain is the work of Wang Wan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem accurately and concisely describes the magnificent scenery such as green hills, green waters, flat tides and wide shores when the author berthed at the foot of Gubei Mountain in late winter and early spring, and expresses the author's deep homesickness.

Extended data:

The spring tide is surging and the river is vast. Looking around, the river seems to be flat with the shore, which broadens the horizons of the people on board. This sentence is very grand, and the next sentence "No wind stirs my lonely sail" is even more exciting. "Hanging" means hanging straight from one end to the other. The poet uses "the wind is right" instead of "smooth sailing" because "smooth sailing" alone is not enough to ensure "sailing"

Although the wind was smooth, it was strong and the sails bulged into an arc. Only under the condition of downwind and breeze can the sail be "hung". The word "positive" includes both "shun" and "harmony". Xiao Jing is quite vivid in this sentence. But not only that, as Wang Fuzhi pointed out, the beauty of this poem lies in its "small scenes to convey the god of big scenes" and "Jiang Zhai's poetry talk"

It is conceivable that if you sail in a winding river, you always have to turn. Such a small scene is rare. If you sail in the Three Gorges, even if it is calm, it will still surge. Such a small scene is rare. The beauty of the poem lies in that through the small scene of "No wind stirs my lonely sail", it also shows the big scenes of Ye Ping's openness, DC and calmness.