Green willows accompany the spring breeze, and green hills dilute my thoughts.
Rest on the bush, rest freely by the stream, and wander by the stream.
Fragrant fragrance leaves misty rain, and the quiet earth is full of pigeons in spring.
This love of strength and tranquility has been lost again and again, just because of the busy business.
One day, he dismissed from office and built a house here, admiring that Tao Qian could almost have fun. Three hundred Tang poems, translated by Chunsheng and annotated.
Being trapped in the official residence makes me bored all year round. Walking in the country, the dawn purified my soul.
Willow trees are swaying in the breeze. The picturesque green hills are indifferent to my secular feelings.
Leaning against the tree, how peaceful I rest; Go along the mountain stream.
After the light rain, the fragrant leaves are more moist and fresh, and the turtledoves sing, but I don't know where to sing.
I always love quiet, but it's always hard to get what I want. Business is tangled, and life often feels restless.
I will eventually decline this position politely, build a small house and follow in Tao Qian's footsteps, hoping to get that elegant style.
Creation background This poem was written in the spring of the 14th year of Dali (779) at Lingxian Station. In his later years, he appreciated Wei's yearning for Tao Yuanming, not only writing the poem Effective Pottery Style, but also writing Wooden Pottery and Waiting for Pottery all his life. This poem is a proof that Wei envied Tao Yuanming's life and poetry creation.
This is a poem describing an outing in spring. Writing poems first is limited to official business, so the workload is heavy. I am happy to write an outing in spring. If you write again, you will be more and more attracted to Tao. Wei didn't want to live in a narrow government office, so he went to a deserted suburb in the morning. However, seeing the spring breeze blowing wicker, Qingshan can clear up their common worries. There is a slight rain and pigeons sing wild in spring, so my heart is refreshing. Take a rest when you are tired, and then walk along the stream after the rest. But after all, he is an official, and he always has the idea that business is business, so he wants to get rid of his official position in the future and live an idyllic life like Yuanming here in Building a House.
This poem gives a fresh description of the spring scenery in Shan Ye, showing the poet's ability to write about the scenery. However, Wei is not Tao Yuanming. After returning to nature, Tao Yuanming can devote himself to the fields and write poems about rural scenery. Pastoral scenery, everywhere can be integrated into poetry, everywhere written naturally and vividly. Wei, on the other hand, likes to enjoy the scenery in his spare time and tries to wash away the dust and fatigue with the open scenery. He didn't appreciate the beauty of nature as deeply and meticulously as Tao Yuanming did. Tao Yuanming's poems are naturally well written, but Wei can't help but temper them, so the word "mourning" in his poems. But to be fair, Wei's landscape writing was unique in the Tang Dynasty.
Wei (737 ~ 792) was a poet of Tang Dynasty in China. Han nationality, Chang 'an (now Xi, Shaanxi) people. Wei Jiangzhou Collection 10, Wei Suzhou Poetry Collection, Wei Suzhou Collection 10. There is only one essay left. As the secretariat of Suzhou, it is called "Wei Suzhou". The poetic style is desolate and lofty, and it is famous for being good at writing landscapes and describing secluded life. wei yingwu
The flowers are deep and the building is deep, and the curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft. The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you. Spring robe, tender color should be taken. Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, but they are scrambling to catch up with peach blossoms. In spring, tea is still fighting for white, and the wax is all red. I don't know how many people will go, but old flowers are coming. In the evening of green, dark, red and thin spring, swallows fly into weeping willows with mud in their mouths. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The guest thinks like a willow, and the spring breeze is thousands. Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing. Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing off a few flowers at night. Lamenting the past in the garden, the sight of birds singing in spring triggered my sadness at the border. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. The cold goes with the night, and spring comes one by one. Once a year, it's like the Yangtze River going to the waves.