1, "drinking, fifth"
Tao Yuanming? Wei and Jin dynasties
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Translation:
Building a house in a place where people come and go will not be disturbed by secular communication.
Ask me why. As long as my mind is far away from the secular world, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.
In the evening, the scenery of Nanshan is very good, the fog lingers between the peaks and the birds return together.
It contains the true meaning of life. Want to distinguish clearly, but forget how to express.
2. "Back to the Garden, Part I"
Tao Yuanming? Wei and Jin dynasties
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Translation:
When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, and I naturally loved natural scenery.
It has been more than ten years since I strayed into the shackles of the secular world and stayed away from the countryside in a blink of an eye.
Birds in cages miss the forests where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they once played.
I am willing to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south and go home to farm according to my stupid idea.
There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts.
Lush elms and willows cover the back eaves, and peach and plum trees are planted neatly in front of the house.
Houses in neighboring villages are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke is floating over the village.
Several dogs barked in the deep streets, and cocks kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees.
There are no worldly chores in the yard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room.
Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.