It is true that luxury is beyond measure.
Emperor Xi was in the south window during the day,
Yuan Ming is from A Jin. He didn't hurt Yuan Ming.
This poem is Yuan Haowen's evaluation of Tao Yuanming, a poet in Jin Dynasty. Out of disgust at the pretentious poetic style at that time, Yuan Haowen commented on Tao Yuanming, a poet in the Jin Dynasty. The first two sentences said, "A word is natural and eternal, and extravagant." Yuan Haowen advocates that Tao Yuanming's poems are naturally free from artificial traces, fresh and pure without the disadvantages of carving.
Tao Yuanming's poems are natural and simple, stripped of lead and defatted powder, with a unique sense of truth and eternal charm of truth, which is the highest realm of Yuan Haowen's favorite poems. For example, Tao Yuanming's drinking, picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan and returning to the countryside all reflect Tao Yuanming's life purport and artistic characteristics of advocating nature.
The sentence "Looking at the emperor from the south window in the daytime does not harm Tao Yuanming, who is from A Jin" shows that although Tao Yuanming lies high in the south window and yearns for the ancient times, he is not detached, and still reflects the reality of the Jin Dynasty with natural and simple writing. This view profoundly points out that the connection between Tao Yuanming and the reality of the Jin Dynasty is not divorced from reality.
Tao Yuanming's poems translated today are plain and natural, giving up delicate and flashy decoration, revealing true and simple beauty and making people read them forever. Tao Yuanming claimed to be from ancient times, but this did not prevent him from still being from A Jin.
Attached; Six Poems of Tao Yuanming's Returning to the Garden
( 1)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Back to the Garden, Part II
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.
Cover the door during the day, thinking about wine.
When people are in the void, they follow the grass.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
Summer is getting longer and our territory is getting wider.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
Gui yuan Tian ju (3)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Back to the Garden, Part Four
Long-term tourism mountain ze, wild forest entertainment.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.
Yiyi wandered between mountains and dragons, living in the past.
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.
Ask people who get paid, this person is different.
The wage earners told me that there was no death.
Abandon the city for a lifetime, really.
Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. ?
Back to the Garden, Part Five
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.
Happiness is bitter and short, and I have returned to Tianxu.
Back to the Garden, Part Six
Miao is in Gaodong, and Miao is full of buildings.
Although I am tired of hoeing, it is very comfortable to talk about muddy wine.
At dusk, the road was dark.
People watch fireworks and children wait for the eaves.
Ask you what? There will be service in a hundred years.
I hope that Mulberry will succeed and silkworm will get a spinning performance on the moon.
Su Xin is like this, and I hope to benefit from it.