Go to Guoxuan Yingchang and enjoy the view of no village. The Chengjiang River is flat on a few banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze. There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here. It often rains at night in Sichuan, but the river sill has become sunny. The leaves are moist, the forest pond is dense, the clothes are dry and the pillow is clear. If you can't bear old age and illness, why should you have a false reputation? The shallow cup trickles down the wine, and the deep part is used to send this life away. ——Tang Dynasty·Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart" "Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Go to Guoxuan Yingchang, and there is no village overlooking the credit.
The Chengjiang River is flat on its banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze.
There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here. Spring, describing scenery, writing about rain and emotion Translation and annotations
Translation
The thatched cottage is far away from the noisy Chengdu. The courtyard is open and spacious, there are no villages around, and the view is endless.
The clear blue river water almost floods both sides of the river; there are lush trees and flowers blooming at dusk.
In the drizzle, fish jumped out of the water happily; in the breeze, swallows tilted across the sky.
The city is crowded with hundreds of thousands of people and bustling with people; but here there are only two or three lights, so it is peaceful and peaceful.
The weather in Sichuan, the land of Shu, often rains at night, and you can see the sky clearing up by the railing by the water.
The flowers and leaves were wet from the rain, the woods were densely covered with puddles, and my clothes and pillow mat were also dry.
I can't bear to be frail and sick now, and why should I value utilitarianism and fame.
Pour the wine slowly and drink it, I rely on it to accompany me for the rest of my life. Appreciation
In the first poem, the first couplet first describes the environment of the thatched cottage: the thatched cottage is far away from the city, the garden is open and spacious, and there are no villages nearby, so the poet can see far away. The middle four sentences are followed by the scenery observed. "The Chengjiang River is flat on its banks", the poet looks out from a distance, the clear blue river water is so vast, it seems to be level with the river bank. This is a distant view; "The quiet trees have many flowers in the evening" is a close-up view, with the lush greenery around the thatched cottage The trees, in the spring dusk, are blooming with colorful flowers, exuding a charming fragrance. The fifth and sixth sentences are delicate in description and extremely vivid in description: "Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze." The fish swayed in the drizzle, spitting bubbles, and swam happily to the surface of the water. The soft body of the swallow, blown by the breeze, tilted across the watery sky... This is a famous saying that has always been recited by people. The poet's words are subtle and detailed, and his descriptions are very vivid. "Chu" expresses the joy of the fish, which is extremely natural; "Xian" expresses the lightness of the swallow, which is vivid and vivid. The poet carefully describes the movements of fish and swallows in the gentle breeze and drizzle, which is intended to express interest. These two lines of poetry reveal the author's joyful love for spring, and are famous lines that have always been recited. Ye Mengde's "Stone Forest Poetry Talk" says: "Poetry should not be too clever. However, the emotions and objects have their own natural beauty, such as Lao Du's "Fish come out in the drizzle, swallows slant in the breeze", this cross is almost not a word in vain. When drizzle falls on the water surface, fish often float up and swim. If it rains heavily, they will not come out. The swallows are weak and cannot survive strong winds, but the breeze is used as a force, so there is also a saying of "light swallows are affected by the wind". "The last couplet echoes the first two sentences. Comparing "one hundred thousand households in the city" with "two or three households here", the leisure and tranquility of the thatched cottage is even more apparent. This poem describes the scene in the breeze and drizzle seen in the evening, expressing the quiet and beautiful environment, the poet's leisurely and peaceful mood and his love for nature. The eight sentences in the whole poem are all antitheses, and the descriptions are intertwined with far and near, delicate and natural, "it has its own natural craftsmanship but no traces of it." Every sentence of it describes the scene, and every sentence has the meaning of "lifting the heart". The poem describes the environment of the thatched cottage, but what is hidden between the lines is the poet's leisurely mood and love for nature and spring.
Creation background Du Fu (712-770), also known as Zimei, also known as Shaoling Yelao, known as "Du Gongbu", "Du Shaoling", etc., Han nationality, Gong County, Henan Province (today's Gongyi, Henan Province) City), a great realist poet in the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu is respected as the "Sage of Poetry" by the world, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Du Fu and Li Bai are collectively known as "Li Du". In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, known as "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also collectively known as "Big Li Du". He was concerned about the country and the people, and had a noble personality. About 1,400 of his poems have been preserved. His poetic skills are exquisite, and he is highly respected in Chinese classical poetry and has far-reaching influence. He lived in Chengdu from 759 to 766, and is commemorated by Du Fu's Thatched Cottage in later generations.
Du Fu The flowing water is cool and the broken bridge crosses the road with plum branches. The snowflakes are flying down, like Jiangnan paintings. White jade and green money are priceless. When I return, the wind blows across the plains, and a little incense follows my horse. ——Zhu Yi of the Song Dynasty, "Dianjianglip·Plum"
Dianjianglip·Plum The flowing water is cool, and the broken bridge crosses the road with plum branches. The snowflakes are flying down, like Jiangnan paintings.
White jade and green money are priceless. When I return, the wind blows across the plains, and a little incense follows my horse. Ode to things, plum blossoms, spring scenery, I heard that Daochun has not yet met, and I walked near the cold plum blossoms to visit the message. The east wind blew into Wuyang last night, and the willows on the streets were golden. The clear water is vast, the clouds are vast, and the beauty is heartbroken. In advance, a piece of stone in the green mountain is brushed, and I drink wine from the cup with you for days.
——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "A Letter to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring"
A Letter to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring. I heard that Daochun had not yet met each other, so I walked by the cold plum blossoms to visit him.
Last night the east wind entered Wuyang, and the willows on the streets were golden.
The clear water is vast, the clouds are vast, and the beauty is heartbreaking.
I brushed a piece of stone on the green mountain in advance, and drank wine with you for days. In spring, I miss the sound of roosters in the deep lanes of willow flowers, and the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day. The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green, and the neighbors are whipping bamboo shoots over the wall. The two wheat fields in the high fields meet the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unploughed; the peach blossoms fill the village like spring brocade, and the drums and drums of the drums pass through the Qingming festival. The Dumao firewood has just ripened in the old basin, and it is brought to the Tiantou Festival Shrine. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. The money-burning drums below the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. Cold food flower branches are planted all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill. The people in Guoli come back to worship and recommend green plums to the newly brewed mash. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion. I have a good mood when I look for spring in my step, and the rain is lingering on my hoofs, and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. The fruits of the garden are rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and fish outlines have been laid to cover the cherries. It is an auspicious day to plant rice bags at the beginning of the year, and thunder and rain continue all night long in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise. The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. ——Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda The sound of roosters in the deep lanes of willow flowers at noon, the tips of mulberry leaves have not yet become green. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; the barren border behind the house is still green, and the neighbors are whipping bamboo shoots over the wall.
The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields beside the water are green and unplowed; the peach blossoms fill the village like brocade in spring, and the singing drums pass the Qingming Festival.
The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums in the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The streets are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian.
Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill.
The people in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and they recommend green plums to the newly opened mash wine. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion.
I have a good mood when I look for spring on my feet, and the rain is lingering on my hoofs, and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
Planting the garden yields fruits and rewards the labor, but the children are scratched by the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and fish outlines have been laid to cover the cherries.
It is an auspicious day to start planting rice bags, and thunder and rain in Nanshan continue all night long. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise.
The borders are full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberries is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
▲ Pastoral, spring life