This poem is from "Wandering Three" written by Wang Mian, a poet in Yuan Dynasty. The whole poem is: the Luanhe River is hidden in the green hills, and its mouth is beautiful in golden light. Grains don't give birth to sheep and horses, and the second day is snowy and frosty. When the encirclement was closed and the vault was opened, the voice of the police came. It's a yellow sand day in Wan Li, but I bravely don't explain the storm.
Poet Wang Mian:
Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He is knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum blossom painting takes rouge as the plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo stones. He can also carve and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he initiated it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Poem Inscription.
Appreciation of the Complete Poems of Wang Mian;
1, "Napoleon wrasse 19." It's better to spend your whole life sticking to frost exercise than to spend your life loving. Yan Xitou, 20, is full of spring. Who can see best?
2, "Leave the topic as a leisure pavilion": sing the lake empty, the window is empty. Yi Yi sat under the Liu Yin and went to bed in the cool. Harada is far from the wind, and the smoke in the forest is flat. I like driving horses, but I listen to birds. The environment is suitable for everything, and there is no camp in mind. Leisure parties are really interesting and you will get drunk. The guest forgot to say anything and sat opposite Nanshan Qing.
3, "Zhang Shiyu Xishan Tang Xue": Zhang Jun lives near the western foothills, and the window is a bit empty and far away. Qiong Yao is piled up on the cliff, and the mountains are hidden in green. Gan Kun swings without trace, and the son of the world is prosperous. Lofty or dreaming of Yuan Lao, Peugeot does not take Taojia tea. It's fun to forget the world from a distance, write and read. If you were my neighbor and planted thousands of trees with me, there would be no buildings here in spring.