A poem of "family"

Poems with the theme of "a family" include:

1, Zhang Gutian moved from Chu to Guangxi in Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

The county magistrate is clean and frugal, and there are people in the deep valley. All the way into the cold bamboo, the small bridge wears wild flowers.

Spring is full, and the ladder leans against the green mulberry. From the beginning of the year, Qiancun wine can be credited.

Translation:

County officials are clean and frugal, and people live in deep valleys. A path winds into the cold bamboo forest, and a small bridge spans the lush wildflowers.

The sound of rice-milling stone rafts pervades the spring mountain stream, and the mulberry ladder is leaning against the green mulberry. The boss of Tian She said that in recent years, the crops have matured and the harvest has been good, which can be attributed to the wine in Qiancun.

2. Three Autumn Poems by Qin Guan in the Northern Song Dynasty (I)

Original text:

The gullies in first frost are clear, and there are countless cold stars beside the boat.

There was no land in the depths of the river, and suddenly there was laughter.

Translation:

It has frosted, the water in the gully is still clear, and thousands of stars in the sky are reflected in the water, so close to the ship.

I thought there was no family on the land on the shore, but suddenly something came out.

3. Du Mu's Mountain Walk in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Translation:

In late autumn, I climbed up the distant mountain along the winding path, and there were people in the place where the white clouds were generated.

I stopped because I like the late autumn scenery of Fenglin. Maple leaves stained with autumn frost are better than February red flowers.

4. The Fu of the Partridge Field Generations by Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Original text:

On strangers, soft mulberry branches and oriental silkworm eggs have been born. The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.

The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people. Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring. ?

Translation:

On the roadside of the field, tender buds appeared on the soft new branches of mulberry trees, and the eggs of neighbors in the east have hatched young silkworms. The flat ridge is covered with fine grass, and there are young bulls in Cleisthenes. In the chilly spring season, the sunset shines obliquely in the forest, and in the evening, the trees are dotted with crows.

The green hills are far and near, the paths are vertical and horizontal, and some people sell wine under the guise of green cloth wine. Although the peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the city are gorgeous, they are afraid of the wind and rain. Only buckwheat cauliflower covered with streams can be regarded as real spring.

5. The Jade Case, Bishan Golden Tree and Autumn Collection by Cao Group in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Original text:

The trees in the mountains are bright in autumn. The road turned steep, no doubt. Suddenly there are Qushui people, bamboo sheds, wine flags and sand banks, and clusters of village cities.

Desolate for fear of homesickness. Phoenix building is far away, so it's time to turn around. Where is the lonely pavilion tonight, a wild goose crows, and the moon is half broken, which always makes people cry.

Translation:

In the autumn rain in Chu Qing, the green hills and mangroves are particularly beautiful. The mountain road suddenly became steep, which made people doubt the end. Suddenly I saw someone near the curved water. Bamboo fence huts, wine flags and sand banks have formed clusters of villages and cities.

I'm afraid my homesickness will rise. The phoenix tower is far away, looking back at the sky and looking at the sky. Which lonely house will you live in tonight? Autumn geese sing long, and the waning moon reflects half the window. There will always be tears.