On Zhang's Autumn Mountain in Country.
Meng Xun
meng haoran
I don't know what you're talking about.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
Xiāng wàng shǐdàng gāo xn suíyàn fíI miè
I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.
You're right.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
This is the first time I have seen you.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The sky and the earth are dying.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
Hedagon Zaiji ǔ Ley Gongzu Yangjie.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Translation:
Facing the rolling white clouds on the ridge of Beishan Mountain, I, a hermit, can feel the joy myself.
I tried to climb the mountain for the distant view, and my mood had already flown away with Hongyan.
Sorrow is often an emotion caused by dusk, and interest is often an atmosphere caused by clear autumn.
On the mountain, I always see people returning to the village, walking across the beach and sitting on the ferry to rest.
From a distance, the forest on the horizon looks like a shepherd's purse, while the sandbar overlooking the river looks like a crescent moon.
When can you bring wine here? Get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Creation background
It has always been controversial who "Zhang Wu" in this poem refers to. I am talking about Zhang Wei. Zhang Luan once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain, three miles southeast of Xiangyang. Meng Haoran's garden is near Xianshan, facing Wanshan (country-specific ones) in the north. He wrote this poem as a symbol of his hope.
Appreciate:
This is a poem about climbing high and looking far in autumn and remembering old friends. The whole poem is born with the scenery, and the scenery is dry, harmonious and muddy. "Love is elegant and sincere, and the scenery is light and beautiful." Poets and old friends climb mountains, looking at wild geese and being lonely, melancholy at dusk and thriving in clear autumn. I hope close friends can get together for the holidays. "If the weather in autumn is not so refreshing, the quiet evening may seem a little sad", "There are trees like a row of grass on the horizon and islands like the moon by the river", which is enough to make people think deeply.