Five poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields, written by Tao Yuanming
One of them:
Seldom has no vulgar charm, and his nature loves hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirteen years.
The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.
The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow at the top of the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
Second:
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.
The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass.
When we meet, there are no words, but we have long paths.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.
I am often afraid of frost and sleet, and the grass will be scattered and scattered.
Third:
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wishes are fulfilled.
Fourth:
Go to the mountains and marshes for a long time, and enjoy the wilderness in the wild woods.
Try to take your children and nephews with you and walk in the deserted ruins.
Walking among the hills and mountains, people still live there.
There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask the firewood collectors, what are these people like?
The salaryman said to me: "There will be no survivors after death."
“A lifetime is like a city in a different dynasty”, this saying is true!
Life seems to be an illusion and will eventually be nothing.
The fifth one:
Repentance and hatred can be resolved alone, and the journey is rugged.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
I am drinking new wine, and the two chickens are close to the game.
When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.
Answer; Unofficial History of the Three Kingdoms.
Tao Yuanming’s pastoral poems are about the living environment