The fields will be deserted, and the wild man will not return? Since you regard your heart as a servant, you are ridiculed and melancholy and only sad? Realize that the past is not admonished, and you know that you can catch up with what is coming; you are not far off when you are actually lost, and you realize that what you are doing now is not what you were yesterday.
I finally resigned and lived in seclusion. I can wake up to the sound of flowers blooming every day. Looking at the green trees in the distance, my ideals are stained with my temples. The vicissitudes of life. I no longer expect to serve the country as an official. Since officialdom is a place where flatterers get their way and admonishers lose their power, I will not force myself to deceive superiors and deceive others. Since serving the country is full of lies and rhetoric, it is nothing but a monarch. Regardless of the people, I will not force myself to offer it up and suppress it. The mountains, rivers and countryside are where I, Tao Yuanming, belong. I support the old man to take a rest, and sometimes he cocks his head and looks out. The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. The scenery is blurry and the scenery is about to enter, caressing the lonely pine and wandering around. Just watch the passage of time, flowing through my temples where green silk hair was always there, flowing through my heart that was once filled with resentment, and flowing through my ideals that were once covered with bruises.
The days of seclusion are so joyful. In the exchange with the birds, my poems can always wake up every leaf. They show the greenness of life. In the kiss with the fragrance of flowers, I The smell of alcohol can always wake up every peach blossom, and sometimes even the drifting sunset is reluctant to set in the west. I like the singing of birds, which is gentle and sweet. It makes every bud bloom and every fruit ripe. It also makes me know how to listen to nature. This sound of nature seems far away, but it always sounds. Touch my heartstrings. At night, occasionally one or two sleepless birds would fly high in the cold branches, lifting up a curtain of dreams. I found that even the stars were taking care of me. It was their twinkling that kept me away from the turmoil of the bureaucracy. Word.
Come back! Please pay us a visit. The world is against my will, how can I ask for my words again? The sound of the spring between night and dawn is particularly clear and sad. The tinkling tinkling sound is like playing a sad pipa. This noble melody makes me always unable to tell whether it is playing on the piano, in the water or in the clouds. But this The sounds of nature can make me wander, and I can't help but write and create. I want to whisper with the farmers, have a heart-to-heart wine with the herdsmen, express my love words to my relatives, and write music on the piano to relieve my worries. That's all. It is both graceful and graceful to find ravines, and also rugged to pass through hills. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle. When I get all the good things, I feel grateful for the rest of my life. Between the mountains and rivers, in the countryside, I feel completely relaxed. There is no deceit or flattery. After the day, it is night, and then there is a brand new sunrise. Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. I finally don’t have to worry about living in a temple. As for the memorial, there is finally no need to look forward and backward to argue in court. Under the eastern fence, I can see the long Nanshan Mountains, and at the Wuling Mountains, I can find a paradise. Nature has given me a jumping soul. This soul washes my innocent heart in the growth of warblers and flies, and shines the light of my wisdom root in the wasted time of autumn swallows. Wealth and honor are not what I want, and an imperial homeland cannot be expected. My husband plows in front, and his wife hoe in the back. This is the freedom and fun of my family, Tao Yuanming. Is the fate of my husband a joke?
On the winding path, I sing about my life. I am planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts. This is my spontaneous attitude. I wake up in the morning to sort out the waste and filth, and return home from hoeing under the moon. , is my diligence in the evening drum and morning bell. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes, which is the unruly blend of my mountains and rivers. I don't care much about the stains on my clothes, but my wishes are fulfilled. This is the noble spirit of my soul.
Tao Yuanming is the first person, Wenyuan.com