A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . Three hundred Tang poems, pastoral poetry translation and annotation translation.
The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys.
The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch.
Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse.
The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part.
How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.
The appreciation poet painted a picture of Tian Jia returning home at dusk, which was naturally freehand. Although they are all ordinary things, they show the poet's superb landscape writing skills. The whole poem depicts the scene that everything belongs to it by simple line drawing, reflects the poet's mood, expresses the poet's longing for home, envies the quiet and leisurely pastoral life, and reveals the poet's loneliness and anguish in the officialdom.
Sunset sets, night falls, the afterglow of sunset reflects the village (the market falls), and cattle and sheep grazing flock to the village lane. The old man missed his grandson who went to graze, and was waiting for his return outside Chai Men on crutches. In the sound of the pheasant, the wheat has sprouted, and the silkworm who has eaten enough mulberry leaves begins to sleep. The harvest year is just around the corner, and the farmers returning from Hoho meet each other and talk about their daily life with emotion. This beautiful scenery reminds the poet of the fatigue of official infighting, and he feels how peaceful and comfortable it is to live in such a rural area. I can't help singing "Decline, Decline, Hu Bugui?" In the Book of Songs. It's dark, it's dark, why don't you go home? ) poems, indicating his interest in rural life after retirement. Wang Wei is proficient in music, calligraphy and painting, and has profound artistic accomplishment; Su Dongpo commented that there are paintings in his poems and poems in the paintings. The above poem can be said to be an idyllic painting.
Creation background This poem was written in the late Kaiyuan period (713-741in the first year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty) and describes the rural life on both sides of the Weihe River. Wang Wei (70 1-76 1, 699-76 1), a native of Zhou Pu, Hedong (now Yuncheng, Shanxi), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty and was called "Shi Fo". Su Shi commented: "Poetry is full of paintings; Look at the picture, there are poems in the picture. " In the ninth year of Kaiyuan (72 1), he was a scholar and was appointed as Tai Lecheng. Wang Wei is a representative of poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Today, there are more than 400 poems, including Acacia and Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains. Wang Wei is proficient in Buddhism and is greatly influenced by Zen. Buddhism has a Vimalakīrti Jing, which is the origin of Wang Wei's name and ci. Wang Wei's poems, paintings and calligraphy are very famous, very versatile and proficient in music. Together with Meng Haoran, they are called "Wang Meng". Wang Wei
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year. Silkworms don't weave mulberry in summer, fields waste spring ploughing, and calves work. Tianjia hedge has a small winding path. Clouds and trees are open and clear. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. Fortunately, wasteland can also be reclaimed for land reclamation, and farm tools are easy to arrange. Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu. Running water surrounds the paddy field, and the fence is full of green bamboo; All the elm seeds have been lost, and the hibiscus flowers have become sparse. This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. In August and September, the west wind is everywhere in Huang Yun. Village north village south, Grain Rain plows the fields. Xiumailiangang mulberry leaves are cheap. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs. Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. Wild spring water is better than Kagami Akira, and the figure is not surprised to cross gulls.