In the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Yi once said, "It's like chickens and dogs crow, and Lin Shen doesn't know where", which comes from his "I am pregnant in late spring". The whole poem is long: I am the governor of Yibin, and I am talking about traveling to Henan on weekends. Xishan is full of true flavor, and it is donated from the heart. After a long day, the burden is relaxed, and I only know my hometown songs. Dare to be humble, but don't serve the people. Secrets are less fun, and people are separated by cigarettes. As if chickens and dogs crow, shenlin doesn't know where he is. Sichuan flowers and plants are floating, empty and green. I am arrogant when the sun is shining, and I am angry when I am eager for rain. Feel things as soon as possible and the government will win. Fu took a fancy to Yao's flowers and waded into the river to pick them. Beauty can't swim back. Who wants it? Who and comfort destruction? The mountains and rivers are blocked. Who and Dunga? Sing long and melancholy clouds and dusk.
An idyllic land.
Wang Yi is a little-known figure in the history of China's poetry. However, his official career in the Yuan Dynasty was smooth sailing. He was an official of the Ministry of Rites and had presided over the imperial examinations. "As if chickens and dogs crow, there is nowhere to be found in the forest", quoting Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Garden", "If there is no water in the forest, you will get a mountain, and the mountain has a small mouth, as if there is light ... The traffic is busy crossing the street, and the chickens and dogs hear each other". This poem highlights the beauty of Xanadu. Combined with the whole poem, we can find that "the forest is deep and I don't know where", which means that the poet is tired of secular life and wants to escape to a paradise deep in the forest, where he can get peace of mind and poetic dwelling.
How can I tell through these clouds? Between heaven and earth, there is a secular master with a heart of Gao Zhiyuan; I don't know where the forest is. The paradise at the end of the forest is a kind of secular fatigue. The difference between words is a world of difference in artistic conception.