The flowers are gone in Beichang, and the millet is being cut back in Donggao. When the autumn moon is full, the fireflies fly at night. ——Tang Dynasty·Wang Ji "Happy to meet the king of virgins on an autumn night" Happy to meet the king of virgins on an autumn night. The flowers are gone in Beichang, and the millet is cut back in Donggao.
When the autumn moon is full, the fireflies fly at night. Pastoral Life Translation and Notes
Translation
After hoeing beans in the vegetable garden to the north of the house, I returned from harvesting yellow rice in the fields to the east.
On an autumn night with a full moon tonight, I happened to meet my old friend Wang Chushi, and there were even fireflies flying around to add to the fun. Appreciation
The author Wang Ji entered the Tang Dynasty from the Sui Dynasty. His poetic style was simple and natural. He washed away the old habits of the Qi and Liang Dynasties and became unique in poetry in the early Tang Dynasty. This simple and plain poem that describes the pastoral life contains rich and meaningful poetic sentiment. Quite representative of his artistic style.
The first two sentences describe returning from farming activities. Beichang and Donggao are just generally referred to as "Beichang, Pujiadong Tianye" and do not actually refer to place names. "Donggao" secretly uses Tao Yuanming's "Returning Lai Ci" poem "Deng Donggao to soothe the whistle" to point out the status of returning to seclusion and farming. Yun (literally "yun") refers to hoeing beans, which is an autumn farming activity just like "cutting millet". These two sentences are plain narrative without any description or rendering, so bland that there is almost no poetry at all. However, this casual and plain tone and soothing and calm rhythm reveal the poet's habit of pastoral life and his leisurely and leisurely taste. Wang Ji retired to seclusion and lived in comfortable conditions. Participating in field work such as "cultivation" and "millet harvesting" is just a relaxed and happy embellishment of his pastoral life. The harmonious and balanced state of mind created by this kind of life is the background and condition of the "happy encounter on an autumn night" described in the next two sentences. "When the autumn moon is full, the fireflies are flying at night." Feeling slightly tired and happy after working in the field during the day, and happy to return to the pastoral life, two old friends who live in the country met unexpectedly on a quiet and beautiful autumn night. Met. On this full moon night, the entire village and fields were shrouded in the light of the bright moon, making them look particularly quiet, peaceful and harmonious. There are little autumn fireflies flying around, weaving into ever-changing patterns. Their appearance adds a sense of flow and cheerful business to this quiet and peaceful autumn night in the mountain village, preventing it from looking monotonous and lonely. At the same time, this local flow change in turn highlights the tranquility and tranquility of the entire Qiuye Mountain Village. There is no detailed description of the scene where the two met, nor is the word "happy" written in one stroke. However, through this painting of an autumn night in a mountain village composed of the melting moon and dots of flowing fireflies, the feelings of "encounter" and "more value" are used. *** The colorful words imbue the poet with the feeling of being intoxicated with the beautiful scenery in front of him, the kind of mood that is in perfect harmony with the environment, comfortable and peaceful, and *** Facing such a beautiful night scene, the two friends have a knowing smile and a smile. The scenes of being so proud and forgetting to say anything have been clearly presented to the readers.
Using emotion to control scenery and using scenery to support emotion are the outstanding artistic features of this poem.
The poem selects four scenes from different directions: "Beichang", "Donggao", "Autumn Moon" and "Yingying" to illuminate the poet's excitement when meeting friends, but each scene is full of meaning. With the poet's joyful feelings. The first two sentences describe the scene of meeting friends amidst the joy of labor, and they contain the meaning of happiness upon happiness. The last two sentences describe the good fortune of God and the reunion of friends. They use festive scenes to highlight the joy of meeting friends, filling the realm of poetry with a cheerful atmosphere.
Because the poet is good at mobilizing scenes to reflect his mood, the poet does not have the word "happy", but his joy jumps out from between the lines.
The language of this poem is simple, fresh and natural. It breaks away from the poetic style of the Six Dynasties and is unique in the poetry world of the early Tang Dynasty. Creation background In the early years of Zhenguan, Wang Ji abandoned his official position and returned to his hometown. He wanted to have an official career, but it was difficult for him to become prominent and prosperous, so he retired to the countryside and entertained himself with gin, wine and poetry. This poem was written while the author was in seclusion. Wang Ji (about 590-644), whose courtesy name was Wugong and whose name was Donggaozi, was from Longmen, Jiangzhou (now Hejin, Shanxi). At the end of the Sui Dynasty, filial piety and honesty were promoted, except for secretary Zhengzi. Unhappy at court, he resigned and was granted the title of Liuhe Cheng of Yangzhou. At that time, the world was in chaos, so he abandoned his official position and returned to his hometown. In Wudezhong of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial officials before the imperial edict waited for the imperial edict to go to the province. At the beginning of Zhenguan, he returned to Hezhu after his illness and worked hard at farming in Donggao, calling himself "Donggaozi". He is simple and arrogant in nature, addicted to alcohol, and can drink five buckets. He wrote his own "Biography of Mr. Five Bucks" and wrote "Jiu Jing" and "Wine Book". His poems are close but not shallow, quality but not vulgar, sincere and forthright, open-minded and high-spirited, directly following the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Rhythm style originated in the Six Dynasties and took shape during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was actually the pioneer.
Wang Ji A stream of water comes from the west, a clear rainbow thousands of feet away, and a green screen ten miles away. I am happy that the Thatched Cottage has passed through the years, and I will come back to Du Lao again. The beautiful scenery of Xiechuan will live up to Yuanming. The old crane flies high and stays on a branch, and the smiling snail walks around the house. It's settled, and I'll stay in a very good place, with a thatched pavilion. The green hills are majestic and majestic. It seems that my return is a charming life. Jie Pin teaches flowers and birds, sings and dances before and after, and even drives the clouds and water to see them off at dusk and greet them in the morning. A man of wine, saints, and poets may have no power, but I am now in control of you. On the clear stream, I was laughed at by the mountain spirit, and my gray hair returned to the plow. ——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Qinyuanchun·Return to the due date, Sibuzhu"
Qinyuanchun·Return to the due date, Sibuzhu A stream of water comes from the west, a clear rainbow thousands of feet, and a green screen ten miles away. I am happy that the Thatched Cottage has passed through the years, and I will come back to Du Lao again. The beautiful scenery of Xiechuan will live up to Yuanming. The old crane flies high and stays on a branch, and the smiling snail walks around the house. It's settled, and I'll stay in a very good place, with a thatched pavilion.
The green mountains are majestic and majestic. It seems that my return is a charming life. Jie Pin teaches flowers and birds, sings and dances before and after, and even drives the clouds and water to see them off at dusk and greet them in the morning.
A man of wine, saints, and poets may have no power, but I am now in control of you. On the clear stream, I was laughed at by the mountain spirit, and my gray hair returned to the plow. Pastoral, life, heroic emotion, the setting sun is low, the mountains are high, the moon is high, and I walk around the river suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests. The eaves on my back felt like it was toasty the day before, and I felt sleepy after being drunk because of the warmth. There is no official position for passing through the door, and fighting against the north wind with a side hat and a cage whip! A handful of thatch was added to the roof, and the walls of the dense mud room resembled a monk's dormitory. The dark wind roars outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence. The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When I come to wipe the paper on the south window in the evening, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red. When Gao Yin was short, he built the Cow Palace, and when he drank wine, he drank the pig's hooves and drank the earth. If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year. Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear. The wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening. I sit and listen to a handful of broken pearls and jade, not knowing that the lake has turned into ice! Pluck the snow to pick out the ground sativa, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes. The night is long without smoke and snow, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes. Boil the wine in spring, wax it before steaming it, and keep it clear for a year. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city. The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and the soap clothes come to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine. When Mr. Exploring Plum Blossoms paid for the firewood gate, it was still not spring in the north and south branches. Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom like brocade, but I suspected that I was from Wuling. In the winter in the village lanes, we see common customs, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine. ——Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda's "Winter Pastoral Miscellany"
Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous
Song Dynasty: Fan ChengdaRead more Traveling around the outskirts of the river while practicing medicine. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests.
The eaves on the back of the sun seem to be dry the day before, and the sun is so warm that I feel sleepy after being drunk. There is no official position for passing through the door, and fighting against the north wind with a side hat and a cage whip!
A tall thatch was added to the roof, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory. The dark wind roars outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence.
The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When I come to wipe the paper on the south window in the evening, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red.
If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear up. The wind is freezing and freezing in the evening. I sit and listen to a handful of broken pearls and jade, not knowing that the lake has turned into ice!
Pluck the snow and pick out the ground cabbage. It tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering in the fireplace is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
The wine is boiled before spring and then steamed. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city.
The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and Zaoyi comes to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine.
When Mr. Mei was exploring the wood gate, it was still not spring in the north and south branches. Suddenly he saw a small peach blossom like brocade, but he suspected that he was from Wuling.
In winter, we see common customs in the village lanes, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine. ▲ Pastoral, in winter, I wrote about the sound of roosters in the deep alleys with snowy willows, and the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day. The soil is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green, and the neighbors are whipping bamboo shoots over the wall. The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed; the peach blossoms fill the village like spring brocade, and the drums and drums of the drums pass through the Qingming festival. The Dumao firewood has just ripened in the old basin, and it is brought to the Tiantou Festival Shrine. Don’t be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray. The money-burning drums below the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass. The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian. Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill. The people in Guoli come back to worship and recommend green plums to the newly brewed mash. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion. I have a good mood when I look for spring in my step, and the water in my hoofs is like a cup after the rain. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream. The fruits of the garden are rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and cherries have been laid out to cover them. It is an auspicious day to plant rice bags at the beginning of the year, and thunder and rain continue all night long in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look and take pictures of the small bridge. The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberry trees, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine. ——Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda's "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda Read more The new tip is green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The earth is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green, and the neighbors are whipping bamboo shoots over the wall.
The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed; the peach blossoms fill the village with spring brocade, and the drums and drums of the drums pass through the Qingming Festival.
The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival. Don’t be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums in the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The streets are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian.
Cold food flower branches are placed all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill.
The people in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and they recommend green plums to the newly opened mash wine. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion.
Walking in the spring, I have a good mood, and the rain is lingering on my feet, and the water is like a cup.
He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
Planting a garden yields fruits and rewards the labor, but the children scratch the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and cherries have been laid out to cover them.
It was an auspicious day to start planting rice bags, and thunder and rain continued all night in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look and take pictures of the small bridge.
Under the mulberries, the border is full of green spring vegetables, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
▲ Pastoral, spring life