This poem is very long, but the last four sentences are famous, as follows:
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
The original poem is as follows:
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
2. What are the poems about death that mourn the dead?
1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in Song Dynasty.
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
2. The Three Mournings of Mei in the Northern Song Dynasty (I).
Original text:
We are a couple, and now it's seventeen years altogether. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
How long can my hair stay in the body, and how long can this body last? The same hole not far from you is not dead or in tears.
Translation:
We have been married 17 years. It's not enough to be with each other, and now it's gone forever!
I saw white hair on my temples. How long can this body last? It's not far from being in the same cave with you, but I still have tears when I die.
3. Three Elegy Poems by Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (Part II)
Original text:
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Translation:
When he was poor, he had no wine to drink. Today's libation is all wine. Spring wine is fragrant and frothy. When can it be tasted again?
The delicious food is in front of me, and my relatives and friends are crying beside me. Want to talk silently, want to open your eyes and see nothing.
I used to sleep in Gaotang, but now I sleep in the countryside. Once buried, there is no hope of turning back.
4. Three mourning poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (part two).
Original text:
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? . No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Translation:
Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short. How long is a hundred years? Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. Two Song Dynasty Lu You's ShenYuan (Part Two).
Original text:
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
3. Poetry of Death: 1, Hao
Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
The soldiers of the Kwantung Army rose up against the cruel people.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an.
Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war.
The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive.
Translation:
All brave people in Kanto fight those cruel people.
At first, I made an appointment with various generals to form an alliance and make concerted efforts to crusade against Chang 'an Zhuo.
After the various armies that fought against Dong Zhuo joined forces, because each had its own plans, they could not work together and looked at each other, and no one would take the lead.
The word snobbery caused competition among armies, and then the armies killed each other.
Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and Yuan Shao made a puppet emperor in the north to carve the emperor's seal.
Due to the continuous war, soldiers can't take off their combat uniforms for a long time, and their armor is covered with lice. Many people have died in large numbers because of years of war.
The bones were exposed in the wild and no one was buried. Thousands of miles are deserted, and chickens crow endlessly.
It is extremely sad to think that only one out of 100 ordinary people is still alive.
2. Dreams are mild
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
Translation:
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.
Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
3. Tianjiayu
Song: Mei
Who is Le Jia in Paddy Field? Spring tax and autumn tax are not enough!
Xu Li locked our door and cooked hard every day.
There are many streams in midsummer, and white water is high.
Water harms me and locusts eat my millet.
A few months ago, the imperial edict came and reprinted.
Three talents are strong, and evil makes the bow and arrow.
Now the state is in strict control, and the old officials are holding the whip.
Looking for childlike innocence, looking for love, but there is paralysis and no eyes.
Tian Lu dared to complain, and his father and son cried sadly.
What happened to Nanmu? Buy arrows and sell calves.
Trouble becomes long and rainy, and there is no porridge in the air.
The blind and the lame can't plow, and it's too late to die!
I am ashamed of honesty, but I feel sorry for you.
However, I sang "I am coming back" and paid my salary to the deep valley.
Translation:
Who says we farmers are happy? The taxes owed in spring have not been paid in autumn. The village official knocked on my door, urging me hard, neither early nor late. This summer, it rained heavily and the flood rose higher than the house.
The water has flooded and washed away the rice, and locusts have eaten it up. Some time ago, the imperial edict was issued, and the household registration was made door to door. One of the three men will be drawn to be an archer and enlisted in the army. The order in the state is very strict, and the old collectors keep urging the road with whips.
Only the lame and the blind are left, and the elderly and children are not spared. Who dares to sigh and complain in the village? Father and son cried bitterly. How to do a good job in the field? I have sold the calf in order to buy an arrow. The resentment turned into continuous autumn rain, and the pots and pans were empty, so I couldn't eat a bite of porridge.
How do the blind and the lame farm? Death is just too late. I was ashamed of what the old farmer said and took the salary of the court for nothing. It is better to abandon the official and go home, and firewood and farm in the ravine.
4. Li Bais Tomb
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
Translation:
By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds.
Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems.
As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.
5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.
I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
Translation:
On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad.
In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
4. Tao Yuanming's "Three Elegies" is very long, but the last four sentences are very famous, as follows: relatives may be sad, and others have sung it.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain. The original poem is as follows: there must be death in life, and there is no fate in the morning and evening.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace? But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better! The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling. In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither. The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed. A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
5. Poems of Tao Yuanming after his relegation. He wrote many poems after he was in the north. There are two most famous ones, namely "Qu Xi Ci" and "Drinking"; For you, please refer to!
1: Tao Yuanming's drinking;
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan;
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I want to distinguish right from wrong and get carried away.
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My family is poor and I am not self-sufficient in farming. Naive and full of room, no millet in the bottle, born and endowed, not seen its skills. Some relatives and friends even advised Yu to be an officer, but he was pregnant and asked for the Tao. There will be things in all directions. The princes take love as their virtue, and my uncle is poor, so I use it in a small town. At that time, the wind and rain were not calm, and he was afraid to go far. Pengze went home for a hundred miles, and the benefits of the commons were full of wine. So I asked for it. And after a few days, there is a feeling of returning to China as soon as possible. What is this? Nature is nature, not obtained through revision. Although hunger and cold cut, but it is against their own diseases. Everyone who tastes from personnel is selfish. So I was disappointed, generous and deeply ashamed of my lifelong ambition. I still look forward to a glimpse, when I put away my clothes and die overnight. Sung Hoon's sister died in Wuchang, and she was relieved of her post. Mid-autumn festival to winter, more than 80 days in the official. Because things are going well, Life is called "Back to Xi". B I'm four in November.
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Come back! Will the countryside destroy Hu Bugui? Since the heart is the form of service, I am melancholy and sad alone! Without remonstrating with the past, you can pursue what you know. Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday. The ship is far away and the wind is blowing. Asking for directions, ex-husband, hate dawn.
It looks forward to Yu Heng and runs with joy. Servants are welcome and children are waiting for the door. The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. Bring children into the room, there will be wine bottles. Lead the pot to think for yourself and make the court happy. Leaning against the south window to send lofty sentiments, judge your knees to be comfortable. Garden Day includes fun, although the door is fixed and often closed. Help the old man to rest, and correct his head if he goes far. Clouds come out of holes unintentionally, and birds don't know when to fly. The scenery is coming in, lonely and rambling. Come back! Please rest assured that you will never travel. The world is against me, what can I ask for? Please love words from relatives, play music and read books to eliminate worries. The farmer told Yu Yichun that he wanted to do something with Xichou. Or a towel cart, or a boat This is not only a gentle and elegant road to find ravines, but also a rugged road through hills. Wood is thriving and spring is blooming. When everything is fine, I feel that my journey of life is over.
I don't hold grudges anymore! How long will you live in the apartment? What does Hu Wei want? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected. When you are pregnant, you can go alone or plant a stick. Deng and He Lin wrote poems together. Chatting until the end, Loew's fate is ridiculous!
6. Tao Yuanming's poem 1. Tao Yuanming's great Tao Yuanming is the greatest pastoral poet in the history of China literature and the originator of China's pastoral poetry.
This is due to his thorough understanding of society, time and space, life and life and death; Because of his erudition and rich life practice; Especially because of his outstanding literary genius, in Bai Juyi's words, "I have always loved Tao Pengze, but I don't think highly of writing." His poems seem popular and clear, but they express high sentiment and profound philosophy.
For example, Tao Yuanming wrote "Five Songs of Returning to the Garden", one of which is: beans are planted at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass is full of beans and seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
This poem is about children's songs, but it expresses Tao Yuanming's noble sentiments. He would rather go out early and return late, devote himself to ploughing and hoeing, rather than getting wet in the evening, remain humble in the countryside and not follow the corrupt officialdom. Because Tao Yuanming's poems are of great artistic value, people can't get tired of reading them for thousands of years and can't put them down.
Tao Yuanming's life is inextricably linked with wine, which is the demand and homesickness of his life. Tao Yuanming left us for almost 1600 years. In that era when material life was very poor, people lived a life of sunrise and sunset. Tao Yuanming, in particular, resigned from the officialdom of power struggle and intrigue and lived in seclusion in the countryside far away from the mountains. Only wine can relieve his troubles, make him happy and make him comfortable.
Small cups are comfortable to drink, while large ones are comfortable to drink. When he is drunk, he will say, "I want to go to bed." Wine is a magical drink, which not only has material properties, but also can quench thirst and satisfy hunger. It also has a spiritual attribute, which can act on people's central nervous system, regulate people's higher nervous activity, and affect people's spirit and mood.
In Tao Yuanming's time, there were no spiritual stimulants such as tobacco and coffee, and people could only adjust their emotions with the help of wine. Many of Tao Yuanming's representative works, such as Gui Xi Ci, Biography of Mr. Wuliu, Twenty Poems on Drinking, etc., have all expressed their nostalgia for drinking or drunk writing.
The story of Tao Yuanming's love of wine is well known and has been sung through the ages. Tao Yuanming's drinking poems are beautiful, implicit and meaningful.
Tao Yuanming's noble character, like his immortal poems, shines with wine. This paper attempts to interpret Tao Yuanming's wine poems and wine words with the most concise words.
By describing Tao Yuanming's life background and his attachment to wine, he shows his noble integrity and great achievements in literary creation. In the long river of history, how many twinkling stars have made different contributions to the development and prosperity of the Chinese nation, so they shine in people's memory either explicitly or implicitly.
With the passage of time and the progress of history, some stars dim, disappear and are forgotten, and more new stars appear in the long river of history. In the long river of history, some people were great when they were alive.
After death, as time goes by, people gradually forget. Some people are ordinary or famous when they are alive. With the development of history, his fame is getting bigger and bigger, and his historical contribution is getting bigger and bigger.
Tao Yuanming is such a great man. He is like a ruby and a night pearl. When he was alive, he didn't attract people's attention for a long time after his death. With the progress of history, several generations have gradually known him, wiped away the dust that buried him, and made him shine forever in the long river of history.
In 427 AD, Tao Yuanming passed away after 76 years of life. He was buried in the tomb of Tao Jiagong at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, at the foot of Mianyang Mountain at the junction of Jiujiang County and Xing Zi County in Jiangxi Province today.
Today, Tao Yuanming's tomb is well preserved. The tombstone consists of three monuments, one big and two small. In the middle of the regular script, the "Tomb of Mr. Jingjie, Duke of Jin" is engraved with the epitaph on the left and the word "Qu Ci" on the right, which was written by pottery descendants in the first year of Qing Qianlong. After Tao Yuanming's death, his best friend Yan Yanzhi wrote Zheng Tao Yi Tu for him, and named posthumous title "Quiet Festival".
Yan Yanzhi praised Tao Yuanming's character and integrity in his obituary, but did not fully affirm his literary achievements. Tao Yuanming's position in the history of China literature has not been fully affirmed and recognized in the decades after his death. Xiao Tong, Prince Zhaoming of Liang Dynasty, attached great importance to Tao Yuanming's poems and couldn't put it down.
Xiao Tong personally compiled, prefaced and passed on Tao Yuanming. The Collection of Tao Yuanming is the first collection of literary works by scholars in the history of China literature, which is of great significance.
Xiao Tong praised "his prose is not crowded, his words are brilliant, his ups and downs are obvious, he is superior to others, and his cadence is as bright as Beijing". During the Southern Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's literary position was not recognized as it should be, but his poetry and prose works spread more and more widely and influenced more and more.
During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, more and more poets liked Tao Yuanming's poems and praised him more and more. Wang Ji was an idyllic poet in the early Tang Dynasty. Like Tao Yuanming, he lived in seclusion in the countryside for many times, entertaining himself with Gin.
His poem "Drunk" says: Ruan Ji is less awake, but Tao Qian is more drunk. A hundred years later, how full is it? A fun and long song.
Meng Haoran, an idyllic poet in Tang Dynasty, worshipped Tao Yuanming very much. He wrote in "Going to Hanan to Send Old Beijing in Summer": Appreciating "The Biography of Gaotu", the pottery is the best, and his eyes are full of pastoral interest, claiming to be the emperor. Li Bai admired Tao Yuanming's character and poetry.
In "A Play for Zheng Liyang", I wrote: Ling Tao is drunk every day, and I don't know five willows and clear springs. Su Qin has no strings and pours wine with a towel.
Under the breezy north window, I call myself Emperor Xi. When I arrived at chestnuts, I met my whole life.
Li Bai's thought of "being able to urge the eyebrows to bend over and serve the powerful" is in the same strain as Tao Yuanming's spirit of "fighting for rice without bending over". After the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu lived a wandering life, taking Tao Yuanming as his confidant. He wrote in A Letter to Mr. Yin Wei in Henan: It is better to be relieved than poetic.
This meaning is implicit, I will be born after you. Bai Juyi, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty, highly admired Tao Yuanming.
In 8 15, Bai Juyi was demoted to Sima, Jiangzhou, which is close to Xunyang, Tao Yuanming's hometown. He visited Tao Yuanming's former residence and wrote the poem "Visiting Tao Gong's Former Residence".
At first, the poem praises Tao Yuanming's noble personality with "dust and dirt don't pollute jade, and Feng Ling doesn't peck at fishy smell", and finally writes: Chaisang Ancient Village.
7. Tao Yuanming's last poem: Tao Yuanming was born in a declining official family. His great-grandfather Tao Kan was an official in the Jin Dynasty, and he was the commander-in-chief of Bazhou Army and a courtier of Changsha County Magistrate Fu.
My grandfather was a satrap, my father died young, and my mother was the daughter of Meng Jia, a famous figure in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Tao Yuanming worked as a small local official for several years in his life, and then he resigned and went home. He has been living in seclusion since the second year of Jin 'an Yixi (AD 406).
Until Song Wendi Yuanjia died in 427. More than 20 years after his comeback is the most abundant period of his creation.
After Tao Yuanming's death, Yan Yannian, his former friend, wrote Tao Zhengshi's obituary. Tao Yuanming's works so far include more than 20 poems 10, and more than 20 essays and poems10.
Tao Yuanming has 125 poems. Pastoral life is an important theme of Tao's poems, and people later called him an "pastoral poet".
His most effective work is Peach Blossom Spring, which describes a peach blossom spring society he yearns for, a harmonious and beautiful society without war and self-reliance. It makes Peach Blossom Garden and Utopia equally famous, and both represent a beautiful fantasy.
His last poem is an elegy, and the last one is "Feeling Men Don't Meet".