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! . Three hundred Tang poems, pastoral poetry translation and annotation translation.
The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys.
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.
The appreciation poet painted a picture of Tian Jia returning home at dusk, which was naturally freehand. Although they are all ordinary things, they show the poet's superb landscape writing skills. The whole poem depicts the scene that everything belongs to it by simple line drawing, reflects the poet's mood, expresses the poet's longing for home, envies the quiet and leisurely pastoral life, and reveals the poet's loneliness and anguish in the officialdom.
Sunset sets, night falls, the afterglow of sunset reflects the village (the market falls), and cattle and sheep grazing flock to the village lane. The old man missed his grandson who went to graze, and was waiting for his return outside Chai Men on crutches. In the sound of the pheasant, the wheat has sprouted, and the silkworm who has eaten enough mulberry leaves begins to sleep. The harvest year is just around the corner, and the farmers returning from Hoho meet each other and talk about their daily life with emotion. This beautiful scenery reminds the poet of the fatigue of official infighting, and he feels how peaceful and comfortable it is to live in such a rural area. I can't help singing "Decline, Decline, Hu Bugui?" In the Book of Songs. It's dark, it's dark, why don't you go home? ) poems, indicating his interest in rural life after retirement. Wang Wei is proficient in music, calligraphy and painting, and has profound artistic accomplishment; Su Dongpo commented that there are paintings in his poems and poems in the paintings. The above poem can be said to be an idyllic painting.
Creation background This poem was written in the late Kaiyuan period (713-741in the first year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty) and describes the rural life on both sides of the Weihe River. Wang Wei (70 1-76 1, 699-76 1), a native of Zhou Pu, Hedong (now Yuncheng, Shanxi), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty and was called "Shi Fo". Su Shi commented: "Poetry is full of paintings; Look at the picture, there are poems in the picture. " In the ninth year of Kaiyuan (72 1), he was a scholar and was appointed as Tai Lecheng. Wang Wei is a representative of poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Today, there are more than 400 poems, including Acacia and Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains. Wang Wei is proficient in Buddhism and is greatly influenced by Zen. Buddhism has a Vimalakīrti Jing, which is the origin of Wang Wei's name and ci. Wang Wei's poems, paintings and calligraphy are very famous, very versatile and proficient in music. Together with Meng Haoran, they are called "Wang Meng". Wang Wei
Women wash cocoons in front of the clear river, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and bathes and changes clothes in the water. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Plant trees that have been completed in ten years, as well as corn harvested that year, and give them to young people. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. The pavilion on the pavilion is another floor. I have asked the children to clean it several times, but how can the flower shadow be swept away? I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there. A boy will hate Long song, and Hu Er will play the pipa. Although I am in a foreign land, the scenery here is no different from my hometown, so let the children pour wine and have a drink. The daughter who is swinging outside the mulberry tree is wearing a pair of crows with crooked flowers. Seeing that people were dumb at first, they refused to fall in love with cars. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath.