Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I have sailed the Huanghua River, every clear stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Please stay on the rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
When you visit Huanghuachuan, you always chase Qingxi. With the mountain, the stream turns a thousand times, but it travels less than a hundred miles. The water is noisy between the mountains and rocks, and the water is quiet and deeper than the depths of the pine forest.
Weeds sway gently in the stream, and reeds are clearly reflected in the clear water. My heart has always been carefree, like a clean stream. I wish I could stay on the rocks by the stream and spend my whole life fishing.
2. A farmhouse by the Weihe River
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
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! .
The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alley. 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.
A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Hanshan became particularly gloomy and gloomy, and autumn water slowly flowed into the distance day by day. My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the wind. The sun is going down at the ferry, and the smoke in the village is drifting away. I met Pei Di again, the neat drunk, and I was as crazy as Tao Qian in front of me.
4. "In my cabin in Wangchuan, after a long rain/back to the autumn in Wangchuan village"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet.
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.
Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .
After a few days of rain, Ran Ran kitchen smoke rises in a village with sparse trees. Boiled coarse tea and white rice are given to people who work in the east of the village. A row of egrets swept through the vast and flat paddy fields; There was an oriole cry in the dense forest near the field.
I cultivate my morality in the mountains and watch the flowers die in the evening; Eat vegetarian food in Panasonic, and don't touch sunflower meat with dew. I am already a retired official with fame and fortune, but why should Ou Ya doubt me?
5. "Seven Pastoral Music Six/Idle"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.
The red peach blossoms still contain fresh rain all night, and the green wicker even carries a touch of spring smoke. The petals fell, the children at home didn't clean up, and the oriole fell asleep with a leisurely mountaineer.