Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
In spring, when I woke up, I didn't realize that it was already dawn and birds were singing everywhere. Recall how many fragrant spring flowers were blown down by the wind and rain last night.
2. Village of the Old Man
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to visit his country family. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.
3. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
In August, Dongting Lake rose to almost the same height as the shore, and the water and sky set each other off, making it difficult to tell. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City.
I want to cross the lake, but I can't find the boat. I'm ashamed of the wise king in Ming Sheng's time. Sitting and watching how carefree the fishermen are, it's a pity that they can only have empty thoughts.
4. From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou
Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou.
Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
When the mountain is dark, it is sad to hear the sound of apes, and the Tongjiang River flows eastward day and night. The wind on both sides of the Taiwan Strait rustled the leaves, and the moonlight shone like water on the lonely boat by the river.
Jiande has beautiful scenery, but it is not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. I can't stop crying when I think of homesickness. I look at Haixi and worry about Yangzhou.
5. Night parking on Jiande River
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Docking the boat in a smoky small continent, at dusk, new worries welled up in the guests' hearts. The wilderness is boundless, the sky is darker than trees, the river is clear, and the moonlight is close to people.
6. On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Stop writing to the North Campus and let me go back to that shabby hut in Nanshan. I don't have any talent. No wonder I'm disheartened and my old patient is unfamiliar. The frequent appearance of white hair makes people aging day by day, and the arrival of spring forces the old year to pass away. I can't sleep, because I am full of sadness, and the window of the moonlight pine forest is empty.
7. Early Hanjiang Pregnancy
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
The deciduous geese fly south, and the bleak river in the north wind is particularly cold. My home is near the winding water, far away from the vast sea of clouds in Chutian. Tears of homesickness run out during the journey, watching the returning sail wander in the horizon. The wind and smoke blurred where the ferry could be, and the vast river rippled in the sunset.
8. Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times.
Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.
The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.
Everything in the world changes, and the coming and going times form ancient and modern times. Places of interest preserved in all parts of the country can now be climbed by yourself. Zhou Yuliang emerged from the water, and Yunmeng was fascinated by the cold. The monument of Yang Hucheng still stands tall today, and tears wet my skirt after reading the inscription.
9. I remembered Xin in the summer in Nange.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
The setting sun suddenly set in the western hills, and the bright moon in the eastern corner of the pond gradually rose to the east. Let go of your hair and enjoy the cool tonight. How quiet and comfortable it is to lie around with the window open. The breeze slowly brings lotus fragrance, and the bamboo leaves gently drip dew. I wish I could pick up the piano and play a song, but I hate that there is no bosom friend to enjoy. I think I can't help but miss my old friend on this beautiful night. I can only dream about it in the middle of the night.
10, go back to Lumen Mountain at night.
In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.
People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
After being confused, Meng Haoran finally decided to retire.
The bell of the mountain temple is ringing, and it is near dusk, and the fishing beam is crossing, and there is a sound of fighting for crossing. People walked along the sandy shore to Jiangcun, and I rowed my boat back to Dielmann. The moonlight at the deer gate lit up the trees surrounded by light smoke, and I suddenly came to Pang Gong's seclusion. The door is lonely to the rock wall of the pine forest, and I am the only lonely person coming and going here.
Historical background:
Meng Haoran spent the first half of his life mainly staying at home to study with relatives and adapting his own poems. Once lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. At the age of 40, you should travel to Beijing and return to Xiangyang. In Chang 'an, I made friends with Zhang Jiuling, Wang Wei and Wang Changling. There is a poem title. After roaming in wuyue, I was down and out, in order to relieve my disappointment in my official career.
He died of overeating. Meng Haoran's poems are mostly five-character short stories with limited themes. He writes more about landscapes, pastoral areas, seclusion and travel. Although it is not without cynicism, it is more of a poet's self-expression. He and Wang Wei also said that although his poems were not as broad as Wang's, they had unique artistic attainments, and he was the pioneer of the pastoral poetry school in Tang Dynasty after Tao Yuanming, Xie Lingyun and Xie Tiao.