He Kun, Class Four, Grade One.

I stood by the familiar river, and the breeze blowing from the water blew my sleeve and my heart. Looking at my hometown across the river, I want to go to the river to embrace my long-lost family and childhood paradise. How many times have I stood on the bridge and looked into the distance, and how many times have I turned away, but I haven't seen enough?

The rushing river is rolling with huge waves, as if singing "Being in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every festive season". I can't help sighing that a generation of precocious poets can sing such exquisite poems at the age of seventeen. Yes, Wang Wei, known as "Shi Fo" by the world, was already a mature poet in the early Tang Dynasty. When he was a teenager, like other peers, he didn't want to be covered up by this vast sea of people, and decided to leave his hometown and live in a fine society, but he didn't know when he would return home with clothes on, let alone when he would become a big official. Wandering abroad, he is often like a wanderer who is forced to work in a foreign land to earn money in order to survive. Even on holidays, he never forgets to earn a few extra cents to take home. For the sake of family happiness, he had to give up the opportunity to return to China to reunite with his family.

History made Wang Wei choose the early Tang Dynasty. In order to contribute to the country and realize his great ambition, he was alone thousands of miles away and competed with strangers. His deep homesickness and homesickness are contained in his poems, and the desolate Cangshan is also sighing the homesickness of the wanderer. After all, his tears have become immortal poems. Today, he sang a most touching song, crossing this vast mountain. This voice is from the heart. It is no longer a poem immersed in emotion, but a line connecting family members. Wang Wei followed this line that traveled all over Qian Shan, as if he saw his family standing on a mountain thousands of miles away looking down at himself, but only one person was missing. He wants to stay with his family, wear dogwood and get drunk in the mountains in autumn. Unfortunately, who can help Wang Wei do it? He can only stand on a high place, watching his distant relatives singing and raising their glasses alone.

The lamp of history lit up Wang Wei in the early Tang Dynasty. When he was young, he showed Wang Wei's unique poetic talent and played a climax in the glorious historical movement. The lamp of history illuminates too many people, but the brightest and warmest place is left to the early Tang Dynasty and Wang Wei.