"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
The young man has no suitable vulgar charm, and his nature loves hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow at the top of the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.
The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing grass.
When we meet, there are no words, but we have long paths.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.
I am often afraid of the arrival of frost, and the trees will be scattered like grass.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wishes are fulfilled.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 4"
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
I have been traveling in the mountains and marshes for a long time, enjoying the wilderness in the wild woods.
Try to take your children and nephews with you and walk in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and ridges, people still live there.
There are remains of the well stove and the remaining mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask the firewood collectors, what are these people like?
The salaryman told me that there will be no recovery after death.
This saying is true.
Life seems to be an illusion and will eventually be nothing.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 5"
Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming
Returning with sorrow and hatred alone, experiencing rugged and rugged music.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet.
Drinking my new wine, just a chicken will lead to a close game.
When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.
"Pastoral Works in Spring"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Hold an ax to cut down the distant mountains, and use a hoe to dig into the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I suddenly felt helpless. I felt melancholy and missed the distant guests.
"Pastoral Joy Part 1"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
I am tired of seeing thousands of houses, passing by the north and south.
The official name has a bottom line, but who can spread it in Kongtong?
"Pastoral Joy Part 2"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Seeing the feudal households again, we will immediately talk about giving a pair of jade.
Zhen Sheng's couple is plowing the southern acres, like lying high up by the east window.
"Pastoral Joy Part 3"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong at the ferry crossing, and the sun is setting in the west of the forest.
The fisherman beside the apricot tree altar, the family in the peach blossom garden.
"Pastoral Joy Part 4"
Tang·Wang Wei
The luxuriant grass is green in spring, and the fallen pines are long and cold in summer.
The cattle and sheep return to the village and alleys, and children are ignorant of clothes.
"Pastoral Joy Part 5"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
There is a solitary smoke in the distant village at the foot of the mountain, and a single tree on the plateau on the horizon.
Back in the alley with a face full of beauty, Mr. Wuliu is opposite the door.
"Pastoral Joy Part 6"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The peach red contains the rain, and the willow green contains the morning smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping.
"Pastoral Music Part 7"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Drinking wine is near the spring water, and it is good to lean on the long pine to hold the piano.
The dew and sunflowers in the south garden fold in the morning, and the yellow beams in the east valley are pounded at night.
"Weichuan Tianjia"
Tang·Wang Wei
The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are dormant and the mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other.
This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.