Taohuawu Taohuaan, where does the poem Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohuaan come from?

This sentence comes from the Song of the Peach Blossom Temple written by Tang Bohu, the first of the four gifted scholars in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty. Today, people's familiarity with Tang Yin mostly stems from the autumn fragrance in San Xiao, Tang Bohu, and Tang Yin became the representative of romantic style. In fact, Tang Yin's poems are full of complexity or contradiction. Novelty, elegance, sadness, injustice to the world, hidden. He once wrote a poem in Wu Zixu Temple: "The white horse once rode the tide, and since Wu came to the front; There are many grievances in front of me, and I would like to borrow a nod from the general. "It goes without saying that you are cynical and cynical. Anyway, one thing is certain, Tang Yin is a frank and sincere person.

Among Tang Yin's poems, what I appreciate most is his poem about life and death: "What's wrong with being born in the dead and having a farewell party and dying in hell?" . Dead people are almost the same as dead people. You should only wander in a foreign land. "What are the disadvantages of life and death? Death is like wandering in a foreign land, that's all. Is it a heavy helplessness? Or do you see through the world in your later years and understand the openness of life and death?

Peach blossom temple song

Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

Sit in the flowers when you wake up, and sleep under the flowers when you are drunk.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.

If you compare wealth with the poor, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky.

If you compare poor A to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure time.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.