There is no bird trace in Qianshan Wanling; There are no footprints of pedestrians on thousands of roads. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat; Fishing alone in the snow.
2. Journey to Lingnan: Go to Jiangnan and see the Yellow Sea. Rain and sunshine on the hillside increase the image, and the heart of the pool becomes warmer and longer. Archers skillfully waited for the wandering figure, and mother hurricane surprised the passenger ship. Since then, it is no longer a worry, so I can't wait for the fleeting time.
The river flows south into the vast sea of clouds, and the floating edge is at the end of the yellow hair. After the rain cleared, elephants appeared on the mountainside and leeches appeared in the hot sun pool. Archers looked at pedestrians insidiously, and mother hurricane disturbed the passenger ship from time to time. From then on, there will be more than one worry. I can't stand aging for a few more years!
3, "Plum Rain": Shi Mei loves rain, and it's boundless in late spring. I am so worried that I can't sleep at night. Monkeys cry at night, and good dreams easily wake chickens. The sea fog connects the South Pole, and Jiang Xue is dark in Beijing. White clothes are dyed by plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River, but not by the dust in Beijing.
Yangmei just happened to bear fruit in the drizzle, and the world was boundless, and the time was just late spring. You can't cry at night than Chu apes, and Meng Yi can't help waiting for the morning. Rain and fog came from a corner of the sea to the end of the South Pole, and Jiang Tao violently flooded the ferry going north. The white clothes were stained by the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but not by the dust in Beijing.
Xiju: I have been troubled by official uniforms for too long, so I am glad to be exiled to this desolate south. I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream. I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky.
Be bound by official position for a long time and can't get rid of it. Fortunately, I was demoted to Nanyi this time. In my spare time, I often live next to farmland and vegetable gardens, and occasionally like to live alone in the mountains. In the morning, I go to plow the fields, clear the bare weeds, and at night, I take a boat and run along the stream stones. Alone, I can't touch the vulgar generation, look up at the blue sky in Chutian and sing for myself.
5. "Farewell to Dreams": Everything has been the same for 20 years, and now the road is different. If the emperor promised to return the field, he would be a neighbor at the age of six.
After 20 years of the same vicissitudes, today we suddenly parted ways. If the emperor allows him to go home and farm, he will get along with his neighbors every day in his later years.
6. Early Spring in Lingling: Wen Chun walked from here for a few days and arrived at Qinyuan. I entrust my dream to you, please take me back to my home in the garden.
Excuse me, when will I enter Chang 'an Gate from here in spring? Entrust your dream of going home, please take me home.
7, "Mid-year Suburb": Screen in the negative mountain country, the year is shocking. The woodcutter's voice came from the wilderness, and the ashes of the mountain fell on the empty court. The chaos of the world has gradually gone away, and the leisurely mood has gone with the end of the year. Silence, I don't know what it is, leaves an infinite sigh of today and yesterday.
Living with my back to the mountains and away from the crowd, I suddenly found that it was the end of the year. The woodcutter's song came from the wilderness, and the ashes of burning mountains fell on the empty court. The chaotic world is fading away, and the carefree mood is also passing with the end of the year. Silently, I don't know why, leaving an infinite sigh for today and yesterday.
8. "Nanjian Zhongti": Autumn gas gathers in Nanjian, and you can swim alone in the pavilion at noon. The autumn wind hovers in the stream, and the shadow of braintree is like a horn blowing. When I first arrived here, I didn't feel it. Walking into the deep gorge a little bit seemed to forget to dissipate. In the deep valley, it sounds like a low bird song, and the cold stream echoes in the ripples. Dreams always leave the soul of the capital, and it is sad to miss the tears of old friends. It is easy to feel lonely, but it is better to get lost. Why am I so depressed? I know why I am depressed. People who will be demoted to Yongzhou in the future will definitely like my poems.
The cold of late autumn gathered in Nanjian, and I went to visit alone at noon. Autumn wind rings in the stream, and the shadows of green trees shake like flutes. When I first came here, it felt different. When I walked into a deep stream, I felt that I had forgotten my fatigue. In the deep valley, it sounds like a bird tied, and the cold seaweed in the stream echoes in the ripples.
In my dream, I always wander in the capital that has left, and I only miss the tears of my old friend with sadness. Lonely life is easy to be sad, and only when you get lost do you feel that there are few places suitable for your home. Why on earth am I so depressed? I know the cause of my inner pain and hesitation. People who will move to Yongzhou in the future will definitely appreciate the heartfelt words of my poem.
9. "Miluo Meets the Wind": When you come to the south, you don't have to worry about Chen Chu, and you have to re-enter the door. On the road of this spring breeze, on the road along the Miluo River, remember the sages, inspire yourself to do it, and don't live up to this enlightened era.
When I come back from the south, I don't have to feel sorry for my country like Qu Yuan. I can also go back to Chang 'an and the imperial court. On the way along the Miluo River in this spring breeze, I reminisce about the sages and motivate myself to do something to live up to this enlightened era.
10, Fisherman: An old fisherman spent the night here, burning bamboo under the west cliff in Xiaoji, Qing Xiang. The sun disappears like a cloud, and the sound of sculls comes from green mountains and green waters. Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.
Fishermen rest in Xishan at night, draw clear Hunan water in the morning and cook with bamboo as firewood. The sun came out, the clouds disappeared, and the sound of sculling came from the green landscape. Looking back, the fishing boat has floated down in the horizon, and the white clouds on the mountain are floating at will, chasing each other.