Author: Meng Haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Translation:
My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple home.
Outside the village is surrounded by a circle of green trees, and the suburbs are covered with green hills.
Pushing open the window, we faced the fields and nurseries in Sang Ma, drinking wine and chatting about farming.
Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September, and then try chrysanthemum wine!
2. Pork Ode
Northern Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Clean the pot, no water, no firewood.
Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough.
Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt.
If you refuse to eat, the poor can't cook. When you get up in the morning, you make two bowls, which are full, and you can't care.
Translation:
Wash the pot, drain a little water, burn firewood to contain the fire, and simmer with a virtual fire that does not emit flames.
Don't rush it when it matures. If you have enough calories, it will be delicious naturally.
There is such good pork in Huangzhou, and the price is as cheap as dirt.
Rich people refuse to eat and poor people can't cook. I get up in the morning to make two bowls. Never mind that I'm full.
3. Shangyuan Zhi Zhu Ci
Qing Dynasty: Fu Zeng
Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and rice is like a pearl well.
I can see that Ma Jia is good at dropping powder and trying to sell Yuanxiao in the wind.
Translation:
Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and pearl-like glutinous rice is washed in the well.
It is said that Ma Siyuan's zongzi is very good, and it sells Yuanxiao in the wind by the light of the lamp test.
4, first arrived in Huangzhou
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.
Not as good as a foreigner, the poet is an example of Shui Caolang.
Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag.
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Surrounded by battlements of the Yangtze River, I know that the fish in the river are delicious and bamboo is everywhere, just to feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots.
Of course, the expelled person may wish to resettle abroad. As a poet's practice, it should all be aquatic plants.
Shamefully, my political advice is of no benefit, and it will cost the government and land money to get a wine bag.
5. Two songs of Xincheng Road
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Dongfeng knew that I was going hiking and blew away the rain accumulated between the eaves.
Clouds on the ridge are covered with floc hats, and bronze finches are hung on the trees on the first day.
Wild peaches and bamboo hedges are short, and streams and willows shake sand and clear water.
Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots in spring ploughing.
I have been here for a long time. I am listening to the sound of the stream by the stream.
Bulk materials are afraid of seeing forest axes and tired of listening to the wind.
When it is raining, tea merchants are happy and the mountains are clear.
How much do you know about the roads in the world? Try to ask Morita about coupled farming.
Translation:
The east wind seemed to know that I was going into the mountains, and it blew off the continuous rain accumulation between the eaves.
The clear cloud floating on the ridge seems to be wearing a silk hat. On the first day when the tree head rises, it looks like a bronze pheasant.
The wild peach blossoms beside the short bamboo fence nodded and smiled, and the wicker beside the Qingshaxi danced lightly and passionately.
People living in Xishan area should be the happiest, and cooking sunflower and burning bamboo shoots during spring ploughing is troublesome.
The long journey of life is like the long road under my feet, riding by the stream, putting down the reins and walking slowly, listening to the gurgling stream.
The party struggle in the imperial court, even the materials that are difficult to use are afraid of searching for the axe of the forest, and the tired war horse hopes to hear the call of retreat.
Enough drizzle brings joy to tea farmers. In the depths of this chaotic mountain, there are my honest friends.
How much can you know about the wrong way in the world? Ask the farmers who work in the fields.