The previous sentence of Desolation and Joy of Seeing Flowers: Loneliness misses meeting guests.
The previous sentence of Desolation and Joy of Seeing Flowers: Loneliness misses meeting guests. Title of the poem: "Thirteen Poems on the Original New Residence". Real name: Wang Jian. Nicknames: Wang Zhongchu, Wang Sima. Font size: Zhongchu. Era: Tang Dynasty. Ethnic group: Han. Birthplace: Yingchuan (now Xuchang, Henan). Date of birth: 768 AD. Time of death: 835 AD. Main works: "The Newlywed", "Three Platforms in the Palace", "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night", "The Tiaoxiao Ling", "The Tiaoxiao Ling", etc.
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Newly occupying the original ground, there is no mountain to return to.
The wild vines grow leaves late, and the old apricots bloom sparsely.
The kitchen is close to the mud, and the family is full of weeds.
Brothers are now scattered, how will they be able to depend on each other again?
A new family in Yuliu has no neighbors on all sides.
People rarely worry about illness, but Zhuang Gu is lucky to be poor.
The plowing cattle are always willing to be full, and the woodcutter is always compassionate and diligent.
How can you escape from worrying about food and clothing all day long?
There is no old acquaintance in Chang'an, and a hundred miles is the end of the world.
When you are lonely, you miss meeting guests, and when you are desolate, you miss seeing flowers.
Visiting a monk to ask for cheap medicine leads to a horse being sold to a wealthy family.
Chad’s new vegetables make you feel luxurious on the plate.
The rooster crows and the village house is far away, and the flowers are also dull.
The wild bamboo shoots are just beginning to grow, but there are no seedlings in the stream fields.
The poor children and servants are thin, and the vegetables are burnt in the cold spring.
Gan Fen grew up like this and was unknown in the Holy Dynasty.
Spring comes and the pears and dates are gone, and the children cry out for hunger.
The rich chickens in the neighborhood often go there, and the poor people in the village gradually become rarer.
It’s too late to borrow oxen to plow the land, and it’s too late to sell trees to get money.
Under the wall is the official road, and the bamboo fence is built against the mountain.
I clean a room and only make a bed.
The vegetables of Yegenxi River are smooth, and the mountain paper and water moss are fragrant.
The old medicine is white at the beginning, but the new medicine is not yellow.
I have little mental energy recently, so I have taken a break from reading health prescriptions.
Intended to be a Bible reader, a clean towel will be provided in the empty room.
The tea rattan box is densely packed, and the medicinal bamboo bed is new.
Sickness and old age should follow your karma, and the causes and conditions should never leave your body.
Burn incense to lay people, and there is no way to escape the dust.
Move to live closer to the village, and survive in poverty.
Ask carefully about the pear fruit plant, and ask about the anther roots from afar.
The beautiful people opened the abandoned well and entered the new garden while the baby was still young.
Long-term love is when the mountain stands, and the door does not close at dusk.
Walking in the warmth of the forest, the new poor are happy.
Sweeping the canals worries about the drought of bamboos, watering the fields leads to the growth of orchids.
The mountain visitors plant trees, and the family boys enter the city.
On the pink wall in front of the door, there is the name of the county official written on it.
The residence is outside the bells and drums, so there is no need to fight for roads and bridges.
If you are sleepy when you are free, you may be sick due to childhood illness.
The chicken is sleeping, the sun is warm, the bees are crazy and the flowers are burning brightly.
Standing at the gate of Chang'an, I looked at the DPRK.
As I get older these days, I am always careless about things in the world.
The ancient tablets are carved by people, and the idle poems are recited by guests.
Send the scriptures back to the wild garden, move the stones into the secluded forest.
The spring wind at the mouth of the valley is harsh, and the pear blossoms cover the ground deeply.
I am too lazy to learn from others and live in the woods.
The greasy clothes are not washed, and the white hair is short and combed carelessly.
There are often many tears in the face of suffering, and you will realize your weakness through hard work.
I have nothing to do with people, and my relatives have no books.
The residence is close to the mountains and close to the park where elk roam.
Wild mulberry grows through the well, and wild bamboo grows across the wall.
I am new to the neighborhood, but not familiar with the social conditions of the village.
I can’t reach the stone fields, so I rent them cheaply and cultivate them with others.
2. Wang Jian's other poems
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night", "The Newlywed", "The Former Residence of Li Chushi", "Little Pine", and "Dan Ge Xing". Poems from the same dynasty
"Sangu Stone", "Warm Cui", "Farewell to Xu Kan", "Poems of Deep Regret", "Inscription on Jiadao Tomb", "Tiantai Chanyuan Couplet", "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" ", "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River", "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake", "Ode to the Dusk River".
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