Returning to the garden and living in the fields · Part 1
There is little in common with the vulgar charm, and one’s nature is to love hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees.
The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
Return to the garden and live in the fields·Part 2
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.
The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around in grass.
When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.
I am often afraid of frost coming, and the trees will be scattered like grass.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Part 3
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a lotus (hè) to hoe.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Part 4
I have been traveling in the mountains and marshes for a long time, and had fun in the wild woods.
Let’s take our children and nephews with us and walk in the deserted ruins.
Wandering among the hills and mountains, people still live there.
There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees.
I would like to ask those who collect firewood, this person is like this.
The salaryman told me that there will be no recovery after death.
It is true to say that one should abandon the court and the market in one lifetime.
Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields · Part 5
I regret that I have to make my own way to return, and the journey is rugged and meandering.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, so I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
Drip my new grog, just a chicken to attract close game.
When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.