1. Poems about the difficulty of growing vegetables
Poems about the difficulty of growing vegetables 1. What are the poems that describe growing vegetables
Growing beans at the foot of Nanshan , the grass is full of bean sprouts and the bean sprouts are sparse. ——"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part Three" Wei and Jin Tao Yuanming
Translation: I am planting beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The weeds are lush in the ground and the bean seedlings are sparse.
2. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. ——"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1" by Tao Yuanming in the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Translation: I would like to reclaim wasteland in the southern wilderness and maintain my simplicity and return to the countryside.
3. Children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons by mulberry trees. ——"Summer Pastoral Miscellany" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
Translation: Children do not know how to plow fields and weave cloth, but they must also learn to grow vegetables and fruits.
4. You have plowed and planted, but you still read my book. ——"Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Translation: After farming, I often return to read my favorite books.
5. Two hundred yellow tangerines are planted by hand, and new leaves are everywhere in the city in spring. ——"Planting Orange Trees in the Northwest Corner of Liuzhou City" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: I personally planted two hundred yellow citrus trees. When spring comes, the branches and leaves will be green, and the northwest corner of the city will be full of green.
6. Talk happily, drink spring wine, and pick vegetables from my garden. ——"Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Translation: (I) happily drank spring wine and picked vegetables from the garden.
7. Working in the fields during the day and harvesting hemp at night, all the children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. ——"Summer Pastoral Miscellany" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty
Translation: Farming in the daytime and weaving linen clothes in the evening. The boys and girls in the village each have their own things to do.
8. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. ——"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2 e5a48de588b6e799bee5baa631333363396339" Wei and Jin Tao Yuanming
Translation: The mulberries I plant are growing taller and taller, and the land I cultivate is increasing day by day.
9. The woman called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the courtyard. ——"Rain Over the Mountain Village" Wang Jian, Tang Dynasty
Translation: Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law called each other to select silkworm seeds together. Only the gardenia bloomed and swayed alone in the courtyard.
10. Go there alone in the hope of a good time, or plant a stick and work hard. ——"Come Back and Come Back" by Tao Yuanming in the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Translation: Cherish the beauty of the good time and enjoy it alone, otherwise I will use a stick to weed and cultivate
2. About growing vegetables What are the fun poems
1. Spring Pastoral Variety "Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda"
2. Late Spring Pastoral Variety "Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda"
3. Summer Pastoral Variety Part 7 "Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda"
4. Summer Pastoral Variety "Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda"
5. Autumn Pastoral Miscellaneous Song "Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda"
6. Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous "Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda"
Author:
Fan Chengda (June 26, 1126-October 1, 1193), also known as Zhi Neng and You Yuan, he was named Zhishan Jushi in his early years and Shihu Jushi in his later years. Han nationality, from Wuxian County, Pingjiang Prefecture (now Suzhou, Jiangsu Province). A famous minister, writer and poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
After his death, he was given the posthumous title of Shaoshi and Chong Guogong, and his posthumous title was Wenmu. Later generations called him "Fan Wenmu". Fan Chengda has a long history of literary fame, and is particularly good at poetry. He started from the Jiangxi School, then studied the poetry of the Middle and Late Tang Dynasties, inherited the realism spirit of the New Yuefu poets such as Bai Juyi, Wang Jian, and Zhang Ji, and finally became his own school. The style is simple, fresh and charming. Poetry has a wide range of themes, and the works that reflect the content of rural social life have the highest achievements. Together with Yang Wanli, Lu You and You Miao, he is known as the "Four Great Zhongxing Poets" of the Southern Song Dynasty. His works had a significant impact in the late Southern Song Dynasty, and had an even greater impact in the early Qing Dynasty. There is a saying that "the family's sword is in the south and the home is in the stone lake". He is the author of "Shihu Collection", "Raider Record", "Wu Chuan Record", "Wu Jun Chronicle", "Guihai Yu Heng Chronicle", etc.
3. What are the poems that "praise for growing vegetables"
1. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, where the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. ------- "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·7a686964616fe78988e69d833133365633936 Part 3" Tao Yuanming
Translation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and the weeds are lush in the ground, and the bean seedlings are sparse.
2. In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. ------- "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 3" by Tao Yuanming
Translation: Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to eradicate weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall.
3. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse. -----------"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous · Part 2" Fan Chengda
Translation: The plum trees become golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; buckwheat The flowers are all white, but the rapeseed flowers look sparse.
4. The day is long and no one passes the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. -----------"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous · Part 2" Fan Chengda
Translation: The day is getting longer, and the shadow of the fence becomes more and more intense as the sun rises. The shorter, no one passes; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. -------- "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei
Translation: Sometimes I go to the end of the water to find the source, sometimes I sit and watch the rising clouds and mist change.
6. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time. -------- "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei
Translation: I accidentally met a village elder in the woods. I chatted and laughed with him and often forgot to return home.
8. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes. --------------- "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" by Li Bai
Translation: Walking into the bamboo forest and walking through the quiet path, the green dill branches and leaves are blowing Pedestrian clothes.
9. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. --------------- "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei
Translation: The old man is thinking about his grandson who is grazing, and his stick and stick are waiting for him at the firewood door of his house.
10. When Tian Hu arrived with his hoe, we met and talked to each other. --------------- "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei
Translation: The farmers returned to the village with their hoes, meeting each other with laughter and affection.
4. Poems about the joy of growing vegetables
Spring pastoral miscellaneous poems (12 poems) The sound of roosters in the deep lanes of willow flowers at noon, the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet.
Nothing happened while sitting and sleeping, and the windows were filled with silkworms 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 wild border behind the house is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor is whipping bamboo shoots over the wall. The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed.
The village is full of peaches and apricots, and the spring is like brocade, and the singing of drums has passed 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 and flowers are scattered all over the ground, and 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 oxen to the road in front of the door. Move the oxen to the west of the door to the edge of Qing. 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 come back to worship and recommend green plums to the newly brewed mash.
Richang Road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in that thatched pavilion. I have a good mood when I look for spring in my step, and the water in my hoofs is like a cup after the rain.
He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. The fruit from the garden is enough to repay the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds.
Thorns have been inserted into the shoot paths, and fishing nets 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 I don’t owe the rice fields water. Take a look and take pictures of the small bridge. 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. Late spring pastoral miscellany (12 poems) The purple and green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow.
I collected hair from the stream to provide for the night, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the rain. The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling.
Taking into account the strong wind and waves during the plum weather, we planted reed roots from outside water. Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.
When chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, it is known that a merchant is coming to buy tea. The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out.
The frogs are singing in the dusk and the dawn is rising. The rice field is very autumn this year. The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings.
The flowers are blooming, and the fragrance of asafoetida is blown by the wind. Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors.
It is still the clear morning breeze, and the mulberry picking season temporarily meets. Around the dirty water, half of the hut is open.
It is difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice plants, so the boat can carry Fengtian back. The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, while the grasshoppers are sweet and sour and half dyed red.
The children are smiling when they return from the collection, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff. The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and fresh fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, neem buds are blooming, and neem seeds are blooming. Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the boiled bottle is trying something new.
The peonies break their calyxes and the cherries are ripe, but the flying flowers are not allowed to reduce the spring. After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim.
The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly. There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Summer Pastoral Miscellany (12 songs) The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. In May, the weather in Jiangwu is cold, so I move the rice seedlings and put on my clothes.
The rice roots are like blocks, and the field water is one foot wide this year. When the two wheat crops fall, they fight for a hundred coins, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian.
The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice. The boiling water is boiling, the snow surges into the waves, the chariots are noisy and the raindrops are humming.
Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other, there are not too many silk cocoons but too many cocoons. The young woman spends the whole night on the silk screen, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly.
Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, leaving enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes. The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch.
The terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but Ding Nan is at the front of the bicycle. The fields are tilled in the day and hemp is harvested at night. The children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. The leaves of Sophora japonica are even in the early days, the weather is cool, and the leaves are green and green, and the mouse ears are in pairs.
The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are filled with clear shade from the north window. A traveler in the yellow dust is sweating like liquid, and rarely stays at a farmer's house to wash the fragrance from the well.
Sitting on the rock in front of the door, it is cool and cool at noon in Liuyin Pavilion.
Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home late at night.
The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in surprise. The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody fingers flow out, and the essence of the ghost is withered.
I can’t afford to buy land to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent. Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night.
If the deafness is not cured, will the dream soul fight for the bed of quinoa? Autumn Pastoral Miscellany (12 poems) The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are talking correspondingly to the bushes. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
The rich family is full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouse is quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, so there is no need to cross the river star.
The orange beetles are like silkworms entering the chemical machine, and the cocoons hanging between the branches are like coir raincoats. Suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly and learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink.
Watch quietly as the eaves spider builds its web low, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason. The dragonfly hangs upside down and the bee'er is embarrassed and calls on the mountain boy to help him out.
It’s hard work to hang a bamboo basket, and you’re afraid of the rain and the wind, and you’re even more timid about the cold. The note tells God not to plunder the leftovers, but to pay half of the private debt and half to lose the official position.
When autumn comes, I am afraid that it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it. When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky. The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city.
The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost and weather are clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose one dendrobium in two minutes, you still win the chaff kernel and the full man.
The house is full of poppies and bottles, and the Heavenly Cult will live intoxicated. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? There are chrysanthemums on Double Ninth Festival this year.
I pound the rake carefully to buy bighead carp, and the west wind blows up the four-cheeked perch. The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang.
The new frost marks the dawn of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests. Only the orange grove has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees.
Winter pastoral miscellaneous poems (12 poems) The setting sun is low, the mountains are high, and the moon is high, and I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests.
The eaves on the back of the sun seem to be dry the day before, and the sun is so warm that I feel sleepy after being drunk. There is no official position for passing through the door, and fighting against the north wind with a side hat and a cage whip! A handful of thatch was added to the roof, and the walls of the dense mud room resembled a monk's dormitory.
The wind howls outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence. The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom.
When I came in the evening and wiped the paper on the south window, I felt that the setting sun was twice as red. When Gao Yin was short, he built the Cow Palace, and when he drank wine, he drank the pig's hooves and drank the earth.
The calves are growing without plague in Gukuan. Next year, more will be planted to the east of the city. Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear. The wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening.
Sitting and listening to a handful of broken pearls and jade, I don’t know that the lake has turned into ice! Pluck the snow to pick out the ground sativa, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering in the stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
Boil the wine before the spring, then steam it after curing. It will last for a year and the wine will be clear. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city.
The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and Zaoyi comes to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine.
When Mr. Tanmei pays for the firewood gate, the branches to the north and branches to the south are not yet spring. Suddenly I saw the little peach blossom, but I suspected that she was from Wuling.
In winter, we see common customs in the village lanes, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine.
5. Poems about the vegetable garden
"Tongqun Gongti Zhang Chushi's Vegetable Garden"
Era: Tang Author: Gao Shi
Among the mulberry trees in the cultivated land, fertile fields and vegetables are always ripe.
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1. The vegetable garden fence is short
Tang Dynasty
Liu Yuxi
"Twenty Poems of Tong Le Tian He Wei in Deep Spring"< /p>
2. The Mulberry Garden and the Vegetable Garden
Song Dynasty
Yang Wanli
"Eight Poems in the Mulberry and Tea Tunnel"
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Chen's work
"Ci Yun's predecessor was falsely accused by others and received a sheep"
4. Several acres of garden and half vegetable garden
Song Dynasty
Fang Hui
"Three Poems on the First Day of Xin Mao"
5. Treading over the bottom of the vegetable garden Yong Sheep
Song Dynasty
Ge Cube
"Gift to Friends with No Use"
6. Looking for Maple Forest and Vegetable Garden
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Li Lian
"The Last Eighteen Poems Inscribed on Jinling Miscellaneous Poems"
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Lu Yan
"Pastoral Ci"
8. A vegetable garden in front of Dongfu Gate
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Ma Guangzu
"Spring Creek"
9. Drunken Dreams Only Should Step into the Vegetable Garden
Song Dynasty
Zhou Bi Da
"A Little Poem about Ge Shou Sending Lambs and Drinking and Playing with Me on December 22nd"
10. The Garden Wall is Sunny
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Shi Benyi
"Three Stanzas"
11. Shuangzhai Monk in the Vegetable Garden
Song Dynasty
Shi Zhiyu
"Xie Zaiwu'an"
12. Thousand Eyes of Caiyuan Silk Lamp
Song Dynasty
Shu Yuexiang
"Sitting at Night with a Turtle Hiding on Yuanxi"
13. New Poems of Still Dezi in the Vegetable Garden
Song Dynasty
Wu Yong
"Reuse If the charm is handsome, I will send it to Renpu"
14. Breaking through the vegetable garden
Song Dynasty
Yang Wanli
"The Boat Passes" "Five Poems of Anren"
15. Picking vegetables and gardening are full of moisture
Song Dynasty
Zeng Ji
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16. Few Sheep Ever Tread the Vegetable Garden
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Zhang Fan
"You Huaixin Junzhou Yang Secret Supervisor Sends Eight "Juejian Guiyin Tea"
6. What are the poems that describe the difficulty of life
1. Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? From the original poem "The Road Is Difficult, Part One" written by the poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. "The Road Is Difficult, Part One" There are ten thousand coins worth of wine in gold bottles, and ten thousand coins worth of treasures on jade plates.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun. Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.
Translation: The fine wine in the gold cup is worth ten thousand dollars, and the precious dishes in the jade plate are worth ten thousand dollars. Feeling depressed, I put down my cup and chopsticks and refused to eat; I pulled out my sword and looked around, feeling at a loss. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the ice and snow had frozen the river; I wanted to climb the Taihang Mountains, but the wind and snow had already closed the mountains.
Like Lu Shang fishing in the stream, waiting for his comeback; like Yi Yin dreaming, taking a boat by the sun. How difficult and difficult the road of life is; there are many different paths, so where are you now? I believe that the time to ride the wind and waves will always come, and when the time comes, we must raise our sails and cross the sea! 2. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
From the original poem "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" by Li Shangyin, a poet from the Tang Dynasty. "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet." The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Translation It is difficult to meet, and even harder to say goodbye, not to mention in this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle's tear-like wax drips dry only when it is burned to ashes.
When I dress up and look in the mirror in the morning, I am only worried that my cloud-like hair on my temples will change color and my appearance will no longer look the same. If you spend a long night alone reciting poems and not falling asleep, you will definitely feel the cold moon encroaching on you.
Penglai Mountain is not too far away from here, but there is no way to get there. I would like to ask an envoy like a blue bird to visit it for me diligently. 3. The journey is difficult, so come back! From the original poem "The Road Is Difficult - Part Two" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai "The Road Is Difficult - Part Two" The road is like the blue sky, and I alone cannot reach it.
I am ashamed to chase the son of the Chang'an community, and the red chickens and white pheasants gamble on pears and chestnuts. Playing the sword, making songs and making bitter sounds, dragging the train to the king's door is not suitable.
The market in Huaiyin laughed at Han Xin, and the officials of the Han Dynasty were jealous of Jia Sheng. Don't you see that in the past, the Yan family valued Guo Wei, and he supported the emperor and broke up the festival without suspicion.
The drama Xin Leyi is grateful, liver transfusion and gallbladder dissection are effective. King Zhao's bones linger in the vines, who is more likely to sweep away the golden platform? The journey is difficult, come back! Translation The road in life is so broad, but I have no way out.
I don’t want to follow the rich kids in Chang’an City and engage in gambling games like cockfighting and running dogs. It's not what I want to be like Feng Xuan, who plays swords, sings and complains, and grovels in a wealthy family.
At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at Han Xin for being cowardly and incompetent, and the ministers of the Han Dynasty were jealous of Jia Yi's superior talent. You see, in ancient times, King Zhao of Yan used Guo Wei highly, supported him well, and was courteous to his subordinates without any suspicion or suspicion.
Ju Xin and Le Yi were grateful for Zhiyu's kindness, devoted their loyalty and wisdom to repay the monarch with their own talents. However, King Yan Zhao has long been dead. Who else can use the wise men like him? The world is hard and I have no choice but to go back! 4. The drainage water is placed on the flat ground and flows east, west, north and south respectively.
From the original poem "It's Difficult to Travel - Part Four" written by Bao Zhao, a poet from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. "It's Difficult to Travel - Part Four" The water is poured out and placed on the flat ground, flowing east, west, north and south. Life also has a destiny. How can we walk and sigh and sit still in sorrow? It is difficult to drink wine to forgive oneself, but it is difficult to break up the song by raising a glass.
How can you not feel that your heart is not wood or stone? He swallowed his voice and hesitated to speak. Translation: Just like pouring water on the flat ground, the water will flow in different directions, so there is no consistency between high and low life and poverty.
Life is a given, how can you feel sorry for yourself all day long? Drink some wine to comfort yourself and sing "The Road Is Hard", but the singing is interrupted by a toast to drink.
The human heart is not like grass and trees, so how can it be without feelings? If you want to speak, you will stop. If you want to act, you will stop. No more words will be said. 5. Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you.
From the original poem "Dream of Li Bai, Part 2" written by Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu. "Dream of Li Bai, Part 2" The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time. I have been dreaming about you for three nights, and I can see you personally.
Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship is hard to come by. There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.
If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions. The capital is covered with crowns, but this person is alone and haggard.
The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired. Long live the name, lonely things behind you.
Translation The clouds in the sky are flying here and there all day long, why do old friends who have traveled far away not come for so long? I always dream about you frequently at night, which shows your deep affection for me.
You always look hurried when we say goodbye, and you always say how difficult it is to meet each other. Navigation on the rivers and lakes is full of dangerous winds and waves, and you are worried that your boat will be capsized and sunk.
When I went out, I scratched my head full of white hair, regretting that I had failed to live up to my lifelong ambition. The bureaucrats in Kyoto have great success, but you are extremely talented, but you look haggard.
Who can say that God’s justice does not deceive others, but innocent people are affected in their old age. Even if he has a long-lasting reputation, it is difficult to compensate for the neglect and sorrow he suffered.