The full text of Wang Wei, an ancient poem of Red Bean, is: when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people. Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people.
Red bean translation: Red bean grows in the south. Spring has come, and it grows luxuriantly. I hope you can pick more red beans, because it is a symbol of lovesickness. Wang Wei did not devote too much pen and ink to the specific description of red beans. He started from caring about the growth of red beans, to persuading the other party to collect more, and finally returned to the main idea and pointed out the meaning of red beans.
Wang Wei introduces
the word "Mo", a native of Hedong. Painting, calligraphy and painting, and my brother are both talented. In the ninth year of Kaiyuan, Jinshi Zhuo Di was transferred to Taile Cheng. Sit tired for Jeju treasurer to join the army, through the right to pick up, supervise the suggestion, left to fill the gap, the treasury department doctor, and worship the official department doctor. At the end of Tianbao, for the sake of giving things. An Lushan was trapped in the two capitals, and the thief earned it. He took medicine and was detained in Bodaiji.
Lushan banquet congeals the blue pool, Wei Qian writes poems and mourns, which is heard in the deeds. Thief Ping was convicted by a thief officer in the third class, which was the original reason. He was responsible for granting the prince Zhongyun, moving the illegitimate son and the scholar in the middle school. After paying homage to the matter, I turned to Shangshu Youcheng. Wei was famous for his poems in Kaiyuan and Tianbao, and the kings of Ningxue were attached to the door of Ma Haogui, and all of them greeted him.
I won the Wangchuan Villa in Song Zhiwen, where the scenery is unparalleled. I associate with Taoist friends Pei Di and Upright, playing the piano and composing poems, and singing all day long. Devoted to Buddhism, he spent his later years in meditation. One day, I suddenly asked for a pen to write a few books and papers, and my brother died because of his lifelong relatives and friends. To the secretary supervisor.