1. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
From "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Part One" by Tao Yuanming, a poet in the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Original poem
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Part One"
< p>Seldom has no vulgar charm, and his nature is to love hills and mountains.I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow at the top of the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
Translation
When I was young, I did not have the character to adapt to the world, and I was born to love the scenery of nature. By mistake, he fell into the trap of official career, and in the blink of an eye he had been away from his hometown for more than ten years. The birds in the cage miss the forest where they used to live, and the fish in the pond miss the deep pool where they used to play. I would like to go to the southern wilderness to open up wasteland, and return home to cultivate the fields according to my foolish nature. There are more than ten acres of land around the house, and there are eight or nine thatched cottages.
Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum trees are planted neatly in front of the house. The houses of neighboring villages can be vaguely seen in the distance, and smoke is floating above the village. A few dogs barked from the deep streets, and a rooster crowed from the top of the mulberry tree. There are no worries about worldly matters in the courtyard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room. After being trapped in a cage for a long time without any freedom, I finally returned to Linshan today.
2. In the midst of the music of the ruins at the time, people were walking around wearing grass.
From "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2" written by Tao Yuanming, a poet in the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Original poem
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2"
< p>There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few wheel martingale in the back streets.The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass.
When we meet, there are no words, but we have long paths.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.
I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the trees will be scattered like grass.
Translation
Living in the countryside, I rarely interact with people, and there are few cars and horses in the remote alleys. During the day, the door is closed tightly, and all secular concepts are eliminated in the quiet room. After farming, he would go to the fields from time to time, move the grass aside, and interact casually with the farmers. After meeting, they did not talk about worldly matters, but only talked about the growth of mulberry trees and hemp in the countryside. The mulberries in the field have gradually grown taller, and the area of ??land I cultivate has also increased. I often worry that frost and snow will fall suddenly and crops will wither like grass. ?
3. He bowed his head and refused to be an official. He brushed his clothes and returned to the woods.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Giving Ginseng and Young Sons"
Original poem
"Giving Ginseng and Young Sons"
White Crane Flying to the Sky Book, Nanjing visits Gaoshi.
The five clouds are in Xian Mountain, and the fruit is ginseng and Liazizi.
I said dirty words to my hometown and hid in the king's house.
The emperor divided the jade and silk, and all the officials answered.
The ink is scattered every moment, and there are wonderful works in exploring the mysteries.
On Qiong Tianren, Qianchun Milin Pavilion.
I bowed my head to the official position and returned to the woods with my clothes brushed.
I also went to the Golden Horse and enjoyed the same thing as the Tengluo.
Where is the lovesickness? The osmanthus tree is in the blue clouds.
Translation
Baihe sent me a heavenly book and asked me to come to Nanjing to visit the master. The top of Xian Mountain is shrouded in colorful clouds. Sure enough, you Shen Liazi lives here in seclusion. I bid farewell to my hometown with high spirits and enter your Chaimen in high spirits. The emperor gives you jade and silk, and all the officials are vying to chat with you. You write like a flying brush, your instruments are majestic, you explore the mysteries of heaven and earth, and your words are magical. The writing is deep and profound, and it is difficult to understand the principles of heaven and man; it can be hidden in secret pavilions and remain famous throughout the ages.
You bowed to the emperor and refused to accept the official position. You flicked your sleeves and returned to the mountains and forests to live in seclusion. I also said goodbye to the mountains from Hanlin Jinmamen. Love of mountains and wilderness is our common hobby. Where is our ideal realm? The fragrant osmanthus tree rises above the blue clouds.
4. I want to return to the forest and the leaves are changing, but I am worried about sitting there and watching the dew.
From "A Night Walk on the Xijiang River" by the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Jiuling
Original poem
"A Night Walk on the Xijiang River"
Where are the people in the distant night? Walking in the deep moon.
The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong.
The outside world is silent and undisturbed, and the inner flow is peaceful.
I want to return to the forest and the leaves are changing, but I am worried about sitting down and showing off Watson.
There are still Tingzhou cranes, which sing at midnight.
Translation
The night is long, where are all the old friends? The boat is moving slowly in the blue waves of the night and the moon. The sky is vast and far away, and I miss my hometown more and more sadly. There is no human sadness in the scenery outside, and the clear river water flows freely. Thinking of how many springs and autumns the leaves in the forest had changed when I returned home, I sat in the silent night with nostalgia, letting the cold dew gradually grow and wet my sleeves. There is also the white crane on the sandbank in the river. At the break between night and dawn, it suddenly screams, which makes people secretly startled.
5. If you sell all the books, come and ask your boss.
From "Accompanying Zheng Guangwen on a Tour of General He's Mountains and Forests" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original poem
"Accompanying Zheng Guangwen on a Tour of General He's Mountains and Forests"
The side houses are lined with tall bamboos and sparse hedges with late flowers.
There are no horses in the deep vortex, and snakes are hidden in the vines.
It is useless to write poems and work, and the traces of mountains and forests are not credited.
I sell all my books and come to ask Er Dong’s family.
The remaining water in the Cangjiang River is broken, and the remaining mountains and rocks are opened.
The green bamboo shoots fold in the wind, and the red plum blossoms bloom in the rain.
The silver armor is used to play the zither, and the goldfish is exchanged for wine.
No need to sweep when you are happy, just sit on the berry moss at will.
Translation
Tall green bamboos are connected next to the house. Under the sparse fence, the flowers are withered and the fallen flowers are colorful. The vortex of the rice mill is deep enough to hold a horse, and the vines are curved enough to hide snakes and insects. Although I work hard at writing poems and poems, I don't have any financial benefits. I guess the day is not far away when I go to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. It's better to sell all the poems, books and classics and live in seclusion with you.
The ponds in the garden flow like the Cangjiang River, and the rockeries are made of quarried meteorites. The wind broke the green bamboo shoots, and the branches drooped; the rain fattened the red plum blossoms, and they bloomed. The nails made of silver are used for playing bullets, and the goldfish trinkets worn with them can be exchanged for wine. The mood was high and there was no need to clean the courtyard. Everyone just sat on the berry moss and had a drink.