and a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
there are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
Hojo, Fu Tian, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!. There are 3 Tang poems, pastoral seclusion translation and notes
Translation
Villages are covered with the afterglow of sunset everywhere, and cattle and sheep are returning along deep lanes.
The old man is thinking of his grandchildren who are grazing, and he is waiting in his own Chai Fei with a stick.
The pheasant crows that the wheat is about to head, and the mulberry leaves are thin when the silkworm sleeps.
The farmers returned to the village with hoes, laughing and reluctant to part.
how can I not envy such ease? I can't help singing "Decline" in dismay. Appreciate
The poet painted a picture of Tian Jia's returning home at dusk, which is natural and enjoyable, but it shows the poet's superb skill in landscape writing. The whole poem, with a simple line drawing technique, depicts the scene that everything belongs to him, reflects the poet's mood, expresses the poet's longing for a place to return to, envies the quiet and leisurely pastoral life, and reveals the poet's loneliness and depression in the officialdom.
As the sun sets and the night approaches, the afterglow of the setting sun reflects the village (the market falls), and the cattle and sheep returning to pasture flock into the village lane. The old man missed his grandson who went to graze and looked forward to his return outside Chai Men on crutches. In the sound of pheasants, the wheat has sprouted, and the silkworms who have eaten enough mulberry leaves begin to sleep. The harvest year is in sight, and the farmers returning from the lotus hoe meet each other and talk about their daily life with emotion. This beautiful scene reminds the poet of the tiredness of official infighting, and he feels how quiet and comfortable it is to live in such a rural area. I can't help but sing "Decline, Decline, Hu Bugui?" in The Book of Songs. It's dark, it's dark, why don't you go home? ) of the poem, shows that he retired pastoral interest. Wang Wei is proficient in music, painting and calligraphy, with profound artistic accomplishment; Su Dongpo commented that there are paintings in his poems and poems in the paintings. The poem above can be said to be an idyllic painting. Creation background This poem was written in the late Kaiyuan period (713-741, the year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty) and depicts the rural life on both sides of the Wei River. Wang Wei (71-761, once said 699-761), born in Puzhou, Hedong (now Yuncheng, Shanxi), was a poet of the Tang Dynasty in Qixian, Shanxi, and was known as the "Shi Fo". Su Shi commented on it: "The poem is full of paintings; Watch the painting, there are poems in the painting. " In the ninth year of Kaiyuan (721), he was a scholar and served as Tai Lecheng. Wang Wei is a representative of the poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Today, there are more than 4 poems, including Acacia and an autumn evening in the mountains. Wang Wei is proficient in Buddhism and is greatly influenced by Zen. Buddhism has a Vimalakīrti Jing, which is the origin of Wang Wei's name and word. Wang Wei's poems, paintings and calligraphy are very famous, very versatile and proficient in music. Together with Meng Haoran, it is called "Wang Meng".
Wang Wei's silkworm mother bathed in the stream before cocoon washing, and the shepherd boy played the flute and bathed in clothes. Although children do not plough the fields and weave cloth, they also learn a kind of melon under the mulberry shade. The child ran fast to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden, and couldn't find it again. Grow the ten - year - finished trees, and the corn harvested for that year, and give them to the young people. Spring to summer, the day long tired, after siesta, mood is boring, idle to watch children play to catch the air Catkin. A shaggy - haired, Face young child was studying fishing by the river, sitting in the grass sideways, and his shadow was set off by the weeds. The pavilions on the pavilion, another layer, have been called children to clean up a few times, but how can Hankage sweep away? I came back to the hospital at night with my baby in my hand, but no one was there in the cold of the month. A boy can sing a long hate song, and Hu er can sing a pipa. Although I am in a strange land, but there is no difference between the scenery here and the hometown, so let the child pour the wine, a drink. The daughter of the swing outside the mulberry tree, with a pair of crows slanting flowers. Seeing that people are dumb at first, they refuse to fall in love with the car. Children are full of memories, and it is difficult to walk. When I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree, "My teacher," he answered, "went for herbs". After drinking Dongpo at night, I woke up drunk and came back as if it were midnight. The child's breath has thundered.