Du Fu's Jiangbi birds are not only white, but also blue and white mountain fires. I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return? The word "burning" is the most wonderful. Tell me about it

Du Fu's Jiangbi birds are not only white, but also blue and white mountain fires. I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return? The word "burning" is the most wonderful. Tell me about its beauty. This poem contrasts the poet's strong desire to return home with its bright colors and fresh and pleasant scenery, and expresses the author's feeling of living in a foreign land for a long time. This poem was written by Du Fu after he entered Sichuan, and was written in late spring. Expressed the feeling of living in a foreign land. "The birds in the river are white, and the mountains are blue and white." This is a landscape painting embedded in a frame. The paper is full of ink and the painting is colorful, which has fascinating charm for readers. The rippling river shows the beautiful scenery of white water birds skimming the river. Full of green is full of mountains and plains, and there are extremely red flowers everywhere, just like a burning fire, beautiful and brilliant. White bird feathers are lined with river walls, and blue and white set each other off; Green hills are lined with red flowers, and green and red compete. The word "Guo" makes the waterfowl whiter and whiter with the blue sediment of the river, and writes deeply and picturesque; And a word "desire" endows the flower with anthropomorphic dynamics and swaying. There are four poetic images of rivers, mountains, flowers and birds, which are depicted in four colors: turquoise, fiery red and white. The scene is fresh and pleasing to the reader. However, the poet's will is not here, and then, the pen road turns sharply and laments. "I saw it again this spring. When is the year of return?" The word "read through" in the sentence refers directly to the season of writing poetry. Although the scenery in late spring and early summer is beautiful, it is a pity that time flies and the return date is far away, which not only does not arouse the poet's interest in playing, but also evokes the sadness of wandering.