Passing through my old friend’s village
Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.
The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
(My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple Tianjia. Outside the village is a circle of green trees, and on the outskirts are green and sloping hills. Open the window and face the It’s a field, drinking wine and chatting about cultivating mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September to taste chrysanthemum wine again! )
Guiyuan Tianju
Tao Yuanming
1
A young man with no vulgar charm and a natural love for hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. Warm and distant village, the smoke in the ruins, dogs barking in the deep alleys, roosters crowing on the top of the mulberry trees, the courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
Two
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.
Three
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.