Ancient poems describing happiness

1. "Visiting an Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.

Translation:

An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and wanted to invite me to his hospitable farmhouse.

Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city.

Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops.

When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.

2. "Fishing Bay" by Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty

Fishing in Green Bay in spring, the apricot flowers bloom in deep spring.

When the pond is clear, the water is shallow, but when the lotus moves, you will know that the fish are scattered.

Translation:

Fishing in the green water bay in spring, spring is deep and the apricot flowers are in full bloom.

The water in the pond is clear and shallow, and only when the lotus leaves are shaken do you realize that the fish are scattered.

Waiting for a close friend until sunset, tied up the boat and docked at the green poplar bank.

3. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. ?

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you wonder how many flowers have fallen.

Translation:

It is already dawn before I wake up in spring, and the crisp calls of birds are everywhere.

Recalling the sound of wind and rain last night, how many fragrant spring flowers were blown down.

4. "Ask Liu Nineteenth" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove. ?

It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Translation:

The light green rice wine is brewed and the small stove is heated.

The sky is getting dark and the snow is getting thicker. Can you take a look at the humble house and drink a glass of warm wine?

5. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty's "Early Spring Presented to the Eighteen Members of the Water Department" (Part 1)

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Translation:

The sky above Beijing Avenue is filled with silk rain, which is as fine and moist as butter. From a distance, the grass color is vaguely connected, but when viewed up close, it appears sparse and sporadic. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than late spring when the city is full of green willows.