Tao Yuanming
Five Poems of Rural Residence in Guangxi
( 1)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
(2)
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
(3)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
(4)
Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment. Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.
Wandering between hills and ridges, I don't want to live in the past. There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.
Excuse me, what is this person like? The wage earners said to me: not dead.
I have lived in different cities all my life, which is true! Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
(5)
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
Filter out the new wine at home and cook chicken for the neighbors. When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.
The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
Guogurenzhuang
meng haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,
You entertained me on your farm.
We look at the green trees around your village.
And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.
We open your window to the garden and fields,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.
By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,
I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Youshan west village
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Qingpingle country house
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers.
Respondent: National 6356- nurse practitioner 1 1 Grade 5- 13 14:42.
Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and the mountain villages bloom everywhere in spring. Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget. However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.
Lover-Sun Guangxian
Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.
Partridge Sky-Su Shi
The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.
Rural scenery-Chen
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.
"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You
It's drizzling and wet in Mao Yan, and the road by the river is cold and snowy. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.
Hut-land tour
Peeling and pecking at the hut, ya forked and hit the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.
Hut-Xu Hun
Yanyan got off the autumn pond, and the family became busy from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them. The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.
Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.
Open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou will live. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and his waist flute is full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.
despotic
Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream
Lipper
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie Caotang is still there, the clear water is rippling, and the apes are singing. I put on Xie's first spiked shoes and climbed the blue ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons, storms on mountains and rivers? The deep forest shook the top floor.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
Ode to the Difficult Road of Shu
Author: Li Bai
Oh, but it's very high and dangerous!
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!
Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age.
Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai.
And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.
Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
We doubt whether this path to the west will never end. It is too steep to climb.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
When I arrived, I heard cuckoo's melancholy cry again. I was worried about the dangers of the empty mountain and the Shu Road, and it was difficult to get to the sky!
Even hearing it makes your cheeks pale.
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
Flying rapids and waterfalls compete to make noise, slap cliffs and turn stones into mountains and canyons.
You've come a long way at all risks!
Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.
What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp.
Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Look sideways to the west, it's getting longer.
Batavia on Yanmenguan Line
Li he
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
Wang Yue
Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... this will be crucial, and other mountains are short in the sky. ..
See the sea
Cao Cao
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
There are many trees and lush grass.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected;
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Ju Chi Shou
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time.
Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke.
Wandering in the old country, I am full of enthusiasm, and Fahua was born early.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting
Su Shi
I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.
Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.
If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.
After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm!
When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?
I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
Man Jiang Hong
Yue Fei
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Sword and song
Send strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Xin Qiji
Drunk watching the sword,
Dreaming of going back to trumpet playing and camping.
Under 800 miles of gunfire,
Fifty strings turn the plug,
Soldiers are stationed on the battlefield in autumn.
Luffy is made of horses,
Bow like thunder.
After the king's affairs in the world,
Win fame before and after death,
It's in vain.