Wushan is high, the water is clearer, and shaking hands without words hurts feelings.
Hang sail for resignation and stick to suburban trees.
Who can talk about this melancholy heart? I am ashamed that I owe my country a debt.
Cloud * * * pours wine in March, and the same is true at the age of five.
I appreciate your unpretentious book, and savor its full of cases, including Zhao Dan Bai Xia.
I have never learned anything, and I often visit fairy mountain in my dreams.
When to take off your thanks, the days in the pot are different.
The world is easy to dry and rot, and the peaks and clouds are in the porch.
Farewell, worry, peep at the jade girl window, look back and smile at Hongya's hand.
A secluded temple, a secluded mountain, in which pink refined liquid lives.
I used to crawl with my breath closed, but I felt carefree.
A few people don't know a few things, but they wore frost last night.
Although I changed my life, I now know where I lost it.
Don't be a gentleman, don't be full of joy, hold on to the music guests and stay away.
Shimen is full of peach blossoms. I have been to Qin's house.
I don't know where I got the chicken, but there are still many from Sang Ma.
When you are far away from the world, you can pretend to ride a crane again.
Why do we have to start from seven expensive places?
Let's go, Sauvignon Blanc, travel, and the rain will disperse.
It's easy to know your disappointment, it's easy to suffer.
Translation:
The mountain is high, the water is clear, and it is difficult to restrain the injury when leaving.
I'll say goodbye to you and set sail. The soul roams in the trees in the suburbs in spring.
Who knows the depression in my heart at this time? It's really shameful to accept your kindness and treat me as a national.
In order to enjoy spring, we drink together in the spring city in March. Whenever the season and climate are ushered in, they accept banquets from princes and nobles.
I often envy your box full of silk books, in which the words of Zhu and Su are like clouds in the sky.
I also studied the aisle classics for the sake of learning Taoism, studied immortals, and often visited Fairy Mountain in my dreams.
I always hope that one day I can get rid of the Tao and enter the fairyland with the sun and the moon in the pot.
Life is short, as easy to wither as a flower, and like the white clouds on the Zhongshan in front of this window, they fall and gather.
Last time I was injured, you went to the Jade Maiden Window in Songshan to learn from the immortals. When I came back, I shook hands with you excitedly. You are the red emerald fairy.
Secluded mountain, secluded temple, where Tao Gong once left traces of alchemy practice.
When I climbed there sincerely, I suddenly felt relaxed and quiet.
Some people there have lived too long to tell their age. Their skin is like ice and snow, and they have virgin faces.
It has changed year after year since I left there, but today I can still tell the difference between wood and stone.
Don't be sad because today's farewell can't end. I expect my friends who like poetry and wine to meet me from afar.
The Shimen described in Peach Blossom Garden is surrounded by streams, and the people I want to visit don't know anything about the Han and Tang Dynasties and the world.
I don't know where I got chickens, pigs and sheep to entertain me. Everyone was around Sang Ma.
They live freely in the outside world, sometimes riding a phoenix and driving a crane, and don't know their whereabouts.
Why should I deal with those powerful people all day in such a good place? Even if you can gather a lot of money, you have nothing to react to.
Farewell, Sauvignon Blanc, the gathering of the past stopped like clouds and rain.
If you want to know how sad I am when I leave here, you can watch the willow dance in the spring breeze at night.
The ancients all loved to eat gourds.
Gourd has a long history and covers a wide range. It is closely related to art, especially to poetry in language art. According to statistics, there are nine articles about gourd in the Book of Songs (all referring to gourd). Since then, there have been many poems about gourd in past dynasties.
The Tang Dynasty was the heyday of China's poetry, and there were many poems about gourd. The three great poets, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi, are all excellent works of writing gourds. For example, Du Fu's poem "Moving the Frame":
The bundle of wages has been dispersed, and the leaves have turned a little comfortable. Fortunately, a hundred flowers blossom. I'd rather say goodbye to Ivy. Autumn insects don't go, what does sunset bird mean? Cold things were left in prison today, and their lives came out.
Yang Wanli, one of the "Four Masters of Zhongxing" in Song Dynasty, wrote many chapters about rural scenery, not to mention singing gourd. His poem "Xian" makes the gourd interesting:
Laugh and kill mulberry roots, and mess up his mulberry leaves. It's smart to keep it from others, but it's a gourd ladle on the tip of mulberry.
Qian Fan of the Yuan Dynasty wrote a poem "Planting Zan", which was very affectionate:
I love, lonely and tall is more lovely. The intention of planting is not empty, and it will happen eventually. There are hidden leaves, but there is no ability to know the truth. See you next year, my sons.
For the above contents, please refer to Baidu Encyclopedia-Returning to Shimen's former residence on the way down the mountain.