1. If you are happy and follow the rules, you can be down and out, but you can also be shaken.
"Xing Xiangzi·Autumn Enters Minggao" Song Dynasty: Xu Gu
Autumn enters Minggao, and the refreshing air drifts. Hang up your clothes and get rid of dusty labor for the first time. The rock between the windows can be seen in the dusk. The mountains at night are low, the mountains at dawn are close, and the mountains at dawn are high.
Let’s take a closer look at several village mashes. Drunk and confused, he can use his fingers freely. Tao is writing in his spare time, and his questions are very coquettish. If you are happy and follow the rules, you can be down and out, but you can also be shaken.
Interpretation:
The bleak autumn wind blew into Minggao Mountain, and the melodious flute sound floated on the cool moonlit night. After taking off the dirty official uniform, I had just left the turbid In the officialdom, you can look out of the window and enjoy the panoramic view of the mountains in the distance. The weather is ever-changing in the morning and evening. In the evening, the twilight covers the earth and the mountain peaks seem to have become lower. The sunny day is endless, as if the peaks are only in front of you. In the morning, the fog disappears and the morning sun seems to rise from the top of the mountain. As it rises, the mountain peaks appear taller and taller.
Calculate carefully, how many villagers’ wines have you drunk in your leisure time? After being intoxicated, you will feel vague and poetic, and write casually, no matter what genre, format, rhyme, etc., you are happy. Such a long-term attachment to mountains and rivers, being able to endure loneliness and poverty, can be considered to be extremely free and happy!
2. The official career is just a matter of time, and there are many things in life. When I return home, I sing a song called Zhongxuan, which is a military music.
"The River is Red·The Early Harvest of the Dusk Rain" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The early harvest of the dusk rain makes the Changchuan River quiet and the expedition sails set at night. Near the island, the polygonum smoke is sparse and the reed wind is weak. A few fishermen flew back to the village in their boats, carrying all the lights. When sending travelers away, think of this on your return journey, and you will be hurt by wandering.
Tongjiang is nice and smoky. The waves are like dyeing and the mountains are like peeling. Around Yanling Beach, egrets fly and fish leap. Traveling in officialdom is just a matter of time, and there are clouds and springs in life. When I return home, I sing a song called Zhongxuan, which is a military music.
Interpretation:
The rain in the evening has just stopped, the Tongjiang River is silent, and the expedition ship is anchored at night. On the opposite island, the water polygonum is sparse, misty and cold, and the autumn wind rustles the reeds. How many fishermen were sailing their boats, only to see the lights on the boats returning to the village quickly. This made me miss the journey back, and I felt tired and sad about the wandering life.
The scenery of Tongjiang River is beautiful, the foggy desert is densely covered, as if immersed in the water waves, the mountain peaks are like knives, and egrets and fish are flying and jumping around Yanlinglai. Traveling hard in the career of an official accomplishes nothing, not to mention that he has long wanted to return to Yunshanquanshi. Come back, envy Yuan Ming's hard work in farming, and be tired of Zhong Xuan's hard work in the army.
3. The cup is full of wine, the shelves are full of books, and fame and wealth are not concerned about.
"Yugezi·Dihuaqiu" Five Dynasties: Li Xun
In Dihuaqiu, Xiaoxiang night, the beautiful scenery of Juzhou is like a screen painting. In the green smoke, under the bright moon, the boat is just beginning to fish.
Water is the countryside, tents are the houses, and fish, soup and rice are the common meals. The cup is full of wine, the shelves are full of books, and fame and wealth are not in the mind.
Interpretation:
In the quiet night of Xiaoxiang, the breeze blows the autumn flowers, and the beautiful scenery of Orange Island is like a landscape painting on the screen. In the vast mist, under the bright moonlight, I gathered up the fishing line and swung the boat home.
The green water is my home, the boat canopy is my house, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas are hard to beat the brown rice, fish and shrimp I eat three meals a day. Facing the overflowing glass of water and wine, looking at the shelves full of poems and books, I am satisfied and no longer have to worry about fame and fortune.
4. If a millennium of land is exchanged for 800 owners, how many keys will one person insert? Just rest, let alone talk about right and wrong!
"The Highest Building·I am declining" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
I am declining, when will I be rich? Wealth is a crisis. I forgot to leave for the moment and left my official post without getting any rice. Mr. Mu, the magistrate of Tao County, is my teacher.
The garden to be built was named "Yi Lao", and a pavilion was named "Yi Hao", where he could drink wine and recite poems drunkenly. If a millennium of land is exchanged for 800 owners, how many keys can be inserted into each person? Just rest, let alone talk about right and wrong!
Interpretation:
I am getting old and exhausted. How long will it take for me to achieve fame and wealth? What's more, wealth and fame are always lurking in danger. Mu Sheng resigned because the King of Chu was slacking on etiquette, and Tao Qian gave up his official position and returned home before he could receive his salary. Wise people like Mr. Mu and Magistrate Tao are my very respected teachers.
After returning to seclusion, the deserted garden must be repaired. "The Lost Garden" is a suitable name. Build another pavilion and name it "Yi Hao", so that you can drink in your spare time and recite poems when you are drunk. A field will change eight hundred owners in a thousand years, and each person can have several rice spoons in his mouth. After retiring, everything will be over, so there is no need to waste time talking about right and wrong, gains and losses.
5. The long-spotted temples are like frost and snow, and I want to spend my life fishing and woodworking.
"Three Summer Songs·One" Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
The wind is clearing in the ruins of Changxia Village, and the eaves-toothed sparrows have grown up. The butterfly clothes are drying in the sun, the flower branches are dancing, and the spider webs are silken in the corners of the house.
The falling curtain invites the shadow of the moon, and the noisy empty pillow accepts the sound of the stream. The long-spotted temples are like frost and snow, and I just want to spend this life as a fisherman.
Interpretation:
The summer days are long and the wind in Jiangcun is beautiful. Many small chaffinches are perched on the eaves, and their wings have grown. Butterflies spread their wings and rest on the flower branches at noon. On a sunny day, spiders leisurely weave webs in the corners of the house. The moonlight shines on the sparse curtains, leaning on the pillow, listening to the gurgling stream. My hair, which has been gray for a long time, is now as white as frost and snow. I have always wanted to live my life as a woodcutter or a fisherman!
6. This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
"Weichuan Tianjia" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.
The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are dormant and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.
This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Interpretation:
Everywhere in the village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick is waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house. The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thin. The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other. Why don't I envy you for being so comfortable? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly.