Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Du Fu's quatrains:
When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.
Du fu's quatrains
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
Five poems by Gui Yuantian Ju
Tao Yuanming
one
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. Thirty years passed carelessly.
Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.
This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.
Secondly,
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.
third
At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
Fourth.
I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.
Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.
Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.
It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
Fifth.
I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
My newly cooked wine has brought two chickens closer to the office.
Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.
Satisfied, please adopt.