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Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.

Looking up at the mountains and rivers and the bright moon, overlooking my hometown.

This poem is about the feeling of missing my hometown on a silent moonlit night.

The first two sentences of the poem are an illusion created by the poet in a specific foreign environment for a moment. A person living alone in a foreign country is busy during the day, but it can dilute his sadness. However, in the dead of night, he will inevitably feel homesick, let alone a moonlit night, let alone a frosty autumn night. "Could there have been frost?" The word "doubt" in the poem vividly expresses the poet's awakening from sleep. In a trance, the cold moonlight in front of the bed is mistaken for the thick frost on the ground. It is better to use the word "frost", which not only describes the bright moonlight, but also expresses the cold of the season, and also sets off the loneliness and desolation of the poet wandering abroad.

The last two sentences of the poem deepen the homesickness through the description of action and expression. The word "Wang" takes care of the word "doubt" in the previous sentence, indicating that the poet has changed from a daze to a sober one. He stared at the moon and couldn't help thinking of it. At the moment, his hometown is also under the bright moon, and naturally he comes to the conclusion that "I sank back and suddenly thought of home". The action of "bowing one's head" depicts that the poet is completely lost in thought, and the word "thinking" leaves readers with rich imagination space: brothers, relatives and friends in his hometown, mountains and rivers in his hometown, trees and grass, lost years and past events ... everything is in his mind. A "thinking"

This short four-sentence poem is fresh and simple. Its content is simple, but it is also rich. This is easy to understand, but it is endless. The poet didn't say much more than he had already said. Its conception is meticulous and profound, but it blurts out without trace. From here, it is not difficult for readers to understand the "nature" of Li Bai's quatrains.