I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
In these two poems, Tao Yuanming vividly expressed his desire to get rid of the shackles and return to the countryside.
"Returning to the Garden, Little without Folk Rhyme" is the first poem in Five Poems of Returning to the Garden written by Tao Yuanming, a great poet at the end of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty. The whole poem reveals a sense of relief from the intense and boring life in officialdom to the beautiful and moving pastoral scenery and comfortable and pleasant pastoral life, and expresses the love for nature and freedom.
Guiyuan Tianju (1)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
The house is clean and messy, and the empty room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Vernacular translation
Since I was a child, I didn't adapt to the secular interests. I was born to like mountains and rivers and the countryside. Fall into a human trap and walk for thirty years. Birds in cages miss the Woods where they live. The fish trapped in the pond miss the deep pools they swam in. Reclaim wasteland in Shan Ye (South) and do my duty (I) to live (go) in the garden. There are more than ten acres of land around the house, and there are eight or nine thatched huts. Elms and willows cover the back eaves, and peach trees and plum trees are arranged in front of the hall. The village in the distance is faintly visible, and the smoke in the village is slowly drifting away. Dogs bark in deep alleys and chickens crow at the top of mulberry trees. There are no worldly chores in the door, and the humble room has its own leisure. After a long time in officialdom, you can return to nature.