Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Tangwangxu
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Translation:
As a foreign guest leaving home alone, I miss my loved ones, especially when the festival is coming.
It's a pity that I was the only one with dogwood in my head when my brothers climbed the mountain today.
Extended data:
This poem was written by Wang Wei when he was seventeen. Different from his later landscape poems, which are rich in painting and exquisite in composition and color, this lyric poem is very simple. But for thousands of years, people read this poem when they left their hometown, but they strongly felt its power. This power comes from its simplicity, profundity and high generalization.
I wrote this poem because I missed my relatives in my hometown on the Double Ninth Festival. Wang Wei lives in Zhou Pu, east of Huashan Mountain, so it's called Remembering Shandong Brothers. When he wrote this poem, he was probably seeking fame in Chang 'an. Although the bustling imperial capital was very attractive to young literati who were keen on official career at that time, it was a "foreign land" for a young wanderer after all. The more bustling and lively, the more lonely and helpless the wanderer is in the vast sea of people.