Translation and Appreciation of Living in a Village

Broken bridge, color separation, winding path into Chai Men. Five willows are hidden in low houses, and three willows make their own villages. Human feelings are the same, but customs are different. I am old and have no livelihood. I raise my children and grandchildren. -Yuan Wang Mian's "Village Living in One" The village was broken and turned into Chai Men.

Five willows are hidden in low houses, and three willows make their own villages.

Human feelings are the same, but customs are different.

I am old and have no livelihood. I raise my children and grandchildren. 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 plum blossom bone, or 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. Wang Mian

This is the evening breeze in Yun Qi, and the trees and grass in the city are very sad. Dragons can be self-righteous and eager to aim at horses. Women in China speak various languages, and Qiang people hate Du Fu's poems. I must be famous for my chic. -Wang Mian's Night of the Day in the Yuan Dynasty

This is the evening breeze in Yun Qi, and the trees and grass in the city are very sad.

Dragons can be self-righteous and eager to aim at horses.

Women in China speak various languages, and Qiang people hate Du Fu's poems.

I must be famous for my chic. Dream back to poetry, barefoot stream head night stepping on ice. Suddenly the wind came and the moon moved, and the colorful bear flew out of Yun Lan. -One of the Red Plums in Wang Mian's One of the Red Plums in the Yuan Dynasty

Dream back to poetry, barefoot stream head night stepping on ice.

Suddenly the wind came and the moon moved, and the colorful bear flew out of Yun Lan. There was a spring breeze in the thatched cottage last night, and thousands of plum blossoms were like water. Who has solved this problem before? I am Shandong satrap Li. The satrap nature is public, and the article is calm in politics. Slender and slender, with ice and snow on the chest, Peugeot politics is the same as plum blossom. Plum blossoms are bitter and self-sufficient, not chasing ordinary flowers. The heart of peace must be discussed, and the satrap is the spoon. I know that building a hybrid version was not in vain. Version building is the prime minister's business, and Ji Chuanzhou is ready to fuck. He went home when he succeeded, and his feelings of mountains and rivers remained the same. Andrew brought the wine cabin? Looking at plum trees of the same age. Plum blossoms are naive. -The Caotang in Wang Mian in the Yuan Dynasty

Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty

Start reading the full text ∨ Caotang Spring Breeze Last night, thousands of trees and plum blossoms were like water.

Who has solved this problem before? I am Shandong satrap Li.

The satrap nature is public, and the article is calm in politics.

Slender and slender, with ice and snow on the chest, Peugeot politics is the same as plum blossom.

Plum blossoms are bitter and self-sufficient, not chasing ordinary flowers.

The heart of peace must be discussed, and the satrap is the spoon.

I know that building a hybrid version was not in vain.

Version building is the prime minister's business, and Ji Chuanzhou is ready to fuck.

He went home when he succeeded, and his feelings of mountains and rivers remained the same.

Andrew brought the wine cabin? Looking at plum trees of the same age.

Plum blossoms are naive. ▲