Meng Haoran, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty, pursued fame and gain since childhood. I studied in Chang 'an, and I am still a scholar in my late forties. He went back to his hometown for the New Year, so he wrote a poem "Tian Jia Yuan Ri": "Last night, he returned from the war in the north and went east today; I became a strong official when I was young, and now I am still a farmer without wealth. Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy; Tian said that this year's climate is * * * abundant. "
The poem describes the poet's helplessness and sadness of not being an official for forty years, but he is not worried about it. On the contrary, he found his interest in comfortable and pleasant seclusion and pastoral life, and enjoyed the joy of harvest in quiet farming with old farmers and shepherds.
Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east. This morning, the new year began again. I am forty years old. Although there is no official position, I am still worried about farming. Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds. Farmers speculate on this year's harvest, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.
The poem describes the poet's helplessness and sadness of not being an official for forty years, but he is not worried about it. Instead, I found my interest in the comfortable and pleasant secluded pastoral life, and enjoyed the bumper harvest of crops with the old farmer and shepherd boy in the quiet farming. The poem is simple and natural.