1, where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us.
From the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple.
Original poem
Night tour of Chengtian Temple
Genpox, on the night of October 12, 2006, took off his clothes and went to bed. He just saw the moonlight on the door and got up happily for a walk. Thinking that there was no one to play with, I went to the Tianhou Palace to find Zhang Huaimin. People didn't sleep, so we walked in the yard together.
In the moonlight, the courtyard is full of clear water, as clear as clear water. The algae and shepherd's purse in the water are the shadows of bamboo and cypress. What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us.
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On the night of 2006 10/2, I was just about to undress and fall asleep when I saw the moonlight shining through the portal, so I got up and went out happily. Considering no one to play with me, I went to Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin. Zhang Huaimin hasn't slept yet, just taking a walk in the yard. The moonlight shines as clear and transparent as clear water in the yard. Algae and water plants crisscross, which turned out to be the shadows of bamboo and cypress trees in the courtyard. When is there no moon? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of idle people like us.
In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, only raising silkworms and planting fields.
April Days by Weng Juan, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Original poem
April in the countryside
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
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The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The cuckoo is singing in the drizzle. April in the countryside is the busiest time. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
3. When will you go home and be a free man?
From Su Shi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Looking at the Stars and Thinking of Books"
Original poem
Xiangzi Shuhuai
A clear and dust-free night. Moonlight is like silver. Be sure to pour the wine for ten minutes. This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money. A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream.
Although you hold an article, who will kiss you? And Tao Tao, happy innocence. When will you go home? Be an idle person. Yes, a piano, a pot of wine and a cloud.
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The air at night is fresh, there is no dust and me, and the moonlight is as bright as silver. On this beautiful day, you must enjoy the moon and drink. Fame and fortune are fickle like clouds, and it is futile to try again. A person's life is like a crack in a horse pond, like a shining stone, as short as a short experience in a dream. Although he is brilliant, he can't be reused, and there is nothing to display. Let's take advantage of the joy in reality and forget all the troubles in life. When can I retire to the countryside, not working hard for state affairs, having a piano to play, wine to drink, and mountains and rivers to enjoy is enough.
4. Immortals must be made by idle people.
From Lu You, a poet of the Song Dynasty, "The Ancient Road of Miao Lanting in Yu Lianhua"
Original poem
Butterfly Yu Lianhua Miao Lan Jin Ting Lu Gu
Lanting, Yu Miao, today's ancient road. Clear the frost overnight and dye all the trees by the lake. Nautilus cup is very deep. Don't complain He knew where to meet when they met.
Ran Ran's life will not last long. After all, Zhu Yan in the mirror will slowly disappear. Remember a word from Ding Ningjun. Immortals must be made by idle people.
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Since ancient times, there is only one way to the Jade Temple and Lanting. A night's frost made the Woods by the lake look stained. Please don't say the glass is too deep. I don't know where to meet this time Time flies, the beautiful years are hard to retain, and the young face in the mirror will soon grow old. There is only one sentence to remember: "Only idle people can become immortals."
5. jinghuayuan is an idle person, so why bother?
From the Song Dynasty poet Lu You's Queqiao Hua Xian Deng Zongbo.
Original poem
Queqiao Hua Xian Deng Zongbo
Lanterns are flying and carved saddles are shooting. Who remembers the heroic behavior of that year? Half of the drinkers take Hou as their title and fish by the river alone.
The canoe is eight feet long and has three eaves and a low canopy, which is why it is rainy and foggy in Pingzhou. Jinghuyuan belongs to idle people, so why give it to him?
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In those days, I was addicted to games under gorgeous lights, riding a fine horse to shoot and gallop. Who remembers my brave military life? Many of those boring drinkers now have official titles, and only I am willing to live in seclusion by the river as a fisherman. There is an eight-foot canoe by the river. Holding three low awnings and enjoying the waterside scenery covered with apple grass alone, Jinghu originally belonged to a leisurely person like me. Why must it be "official"?
2. Idle people write idle people's poems
1. "The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy." -"Huanxisha" Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty
2. "Several huts are idle by the water, and narrow shirts and short hats are hung on the willow branches." -"Bodhisattva Man" Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
3. "From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with a crutch." "Tour Shanxi Village" Land Tour in Song Dynasty
1. The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre. (Spring is deep: Spring is deep)
The clouds around the distant peaks look like dusk is coming, and the breeze in the dusk stirs the drizzle and plays with the hazy light clouds. The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.
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Seeing the spring scenery in the yard through the window will pass. Layers of heavy curtains are not rolled up, and there are many shadows in the dark boudoir. I leaned against the embroidered building and fiddled with the lyre quietly.
There are clouds on the mountain peaks in the distance, as if dusk is coming. The evening breeze is blowing drizzle and fiddling with the yellow light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable, which really hurts the scenery.
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Small, idle and deep, it is a portrayal of an empty boudoir. And the spring scenery is deep, so the heavy curtain does not roll, and the shadow is heavy. Chun Qing fidgety, more can't form words, can only be entrusted to the lyre! The word "deep" is the eye of the film. Deep boudoir, deep spring, deep affection, the words "leaning against the building without words", "Sanzang Seven" and "Silence is better than sound" are full of wordless affection and have infinite charm. The next movie falls in the sky, from indoor to outdoor. See Tao Yuanming's "Return to Ci": "Clouds come out of the hole unintentionally, and birds are tired of flying." Clouds and fog disperse, time flies, and I don't feel forced by the evening scenery. At night, it's even stormy, and the light is dim and gloomy. "De" not only refers to its light wind and rain, but also refers to the poet's emotional fluctuation of falling in love at first sight. After the knot, there is still a hole in the wind and rain to destroy the flowers, thanks to those unavoidable worries.
2. "Lord Bodhisattva, there are a few huts idle by the water."
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Several thatched cottages are facing the water leisurely, and I am walking among weeping willows in a small and narrow hat. If the flower was the brightest last year, it was the spring breeze that blew it away. How can it not be bright red?
But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night. What is most related to human feelings, thinking about it, or the two or three calls of orioles hidden deep in that bush.
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Several thatched cottages stood leisurely by the water. I wore a narrow dress and a short hat and wandered among the weeping willows. If this flower was the brightest last year, it was blown away by the spring breeze overnight. How can it not be red?
But tonight's new moon is lying on my back in the treetops. I will get drunk when I drink it at noon until I wake up. What is the most related to people's feelings, the two or three chirps of orioles hidden in the depths of that bush?
The most valuable thing about this word is the artistic form of poetry as a word. This is an invention of Wang Anshi. The rich poetic heritage in the prosperous Tang Dynasty became Wang Anshi's ready-made ci. Except for the third sentence in Yi Yin's Looking at Peony in the Tang Dynasty, most of the rest are from Tang poetry. The first sentence is Liu Yuxi's "Send Cao Kun back to Vietnam": "Leave a few huts near the water and learn a lamp at night." The source of the fifth sentence is Han Yu's "Nanxi begins to flood": "A little bit of yellow rain floats, and the new moon on the tip withers." The sixth sentence is from Xie Fang's poem (missing the title): "No one will dream that he is surprised to wake up late at noon." So handy and driven at will, it can help people to get happiness and turn poems into words, which truly reflects the author's creative skill of learning and learning. The success of this set of words, more importantly, is that the author creates his own artistic conception with the poems of his predecessors, serves his own expression and makes it look like his own work through his careful arrangement.
3. "Tour Shanxi Village"
Song dynasty: Lu you
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
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Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the hospitality is very rich.
The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.
The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs.
In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
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The poet was impeached by the capitulators and went home. Of course, he was angry. Compared with the treacherous officialdom, the simple life in my hometown will naturally bring infinite comfort. In addition, although the poet seems to be leisurely, he failed to forget the state affairs. People who grasp the country are short-sighted and have no long-term plans. However, the poet did not lose heart and was sure that one day he would not be extremely successful. This state of mind coincides with the place where you want to go, so the two sides negotiated and produced a connection between "the weight of the mountain" and "the bright future".
3. Poems describing leisure
Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Wild old songs were recorded.
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.
At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Wang Wei in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Shanxi Village Tourism [Song Dynasty]
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Back to my home in Songshan
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Zhong Nanshan
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
clear stream
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Shinharuno (working at night)
The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.
There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.
Huanghuachuan
The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.
Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.
Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating.
I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.
Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.
Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.
Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.
The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.
My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.
4. Ningxiang Poetry
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