"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Drinking·Part 5 Jin Dynasty·Tao Yuanming The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 3. "Two Poems on Migration"
Author: Tao Yuanming
Part one:
I wanted to live in Nancun in the past, not for the purpose of divination.
Hearing many honest people makes me happy to count the mornings and evenings.
I have had this in mind for quite some time, so I am here to serve you today.
Why should my house be so wide? Just enough to cover the bed and mat.
Neighbor songs come from time to time, but protest and talk are in the past.
Appreciation of wonderful articles, analysis of doubts
Second:
In the spring and autumn, there are many beautiful days, so I climb high and compose new poems.
We greet each other when we pass the door and have some wine to drink.
We all go back to our farm work, and miss each other in our free time.
When I love you, I wear my clothes and talk and laugh endlessly.
This principle will be defeated, and it will disappear suddenly without doing anything.
You must be disciplined in food and clothing, and you will not be deceived if you work hard.
4. "Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River" by Wang Shizhen A coir, a straw hat and a small boat,
One foot of silk fiber and one inch of hook.
One song and one bottle of wine,
One person fishes in the river alone.
5. "Five Poems on Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 2)"? There are few people and things in the wild, and few wheeled martingale in the back alleys; The thorn trees are covered in the day, and the empty room is empty of dust. In the song "Return to the Ruins", Phi Phi There are no words to say when we meet, but the road is full of mulberry and hemp. The mulberry and hemp days have been long, and my land has been vast, and I am always afraid of frost and sleet, and the scattered trees are like the grass.