The heavy door has been opened. Sit up and listen to the sound of the car.
If you want to smell Qingpei, go out and see him.
In the evening, bells will ring in the garden and rain will pass through the spring city.
I don't care about myself. I feel empty in the clinic.
Chu Guangxi is one of Wang Wei's good friends, but Wang Wei didn't wait for him, so he wrote a poem to show how he waited for him. I (Wang Wei) opened the door in the morning, sat up and listened to the sound of horses and chariots. I want to hear the sound of Yu Pei rock most, because then I can go out to see you. But you didn't come until the bell rang at night and it began to rain in the city. Forget it. I understand why you didn't come. Everything is my own love!
It can be seen that the poet is humorous and euphemistically expresses his complaints to his friends, which shows how important Chu Guangxi is in his heart.
To ambassador Li of Zizhou.
Wang Wei
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.
The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
Han women work hard to weave taxes, while Ba people rarely compete for fields.
I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Li is another friend of Wang Wei. His friend is going to Zizhou, Shu, and Wang Wei sent him another message. Women in China will try their best to weave to pay the rent, and there are few lawsuits about land disputes in Bashu. You are like Wen Weng, a talented person in training (the leader of Shu in Han Jing's time). With you, people don't have to rely on sages.
It can be seen that Wang Wei comforted and encouraged Li, and more importantly praised him. I believe that with such a considerate friend as Wang Wei, he can go anywhere.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
Wang Wei
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Pei Di is another good friend of Wang Wei. Wang Wei wrote that "there is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet", and Pei Di wrote that "the clouds invade the path lightly, and the mountains are green and blow people's clothes". When Wang Wei lived in seclusion, he told Pei Di about his seclusion: green mountains and green waters, flowing water and autumn waters, sunset at the ferry and light smoke in the streets. I (Wang Wei) listen to cicadas singing in the wind every day, and now I just need you to drink and sing with me.
The poet used the allusions of Chu madman to relieve depression and Mr. Tao Yuanming in May and June. The people you want to share with when you are happy or the people you want to share happiness with, such friendship is what we envy.
Answer the deputy magistrate Zhang.
Wang Wei
When people get old, they especially like silence and are indifferent to everything.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
This poem was written by Wang Wei to Zhang Shaofu. At this time, Wang Wei has chosen seclusion. Facing his official career and life, he has a new understanding. In addition, he contacted Buddhism and decided to retire to the mountains in his heart. Feel the breeze blowing on the belt and playing the piano under the bright moon.
From another perspective, Wang Wei's seclusion is also a manifestation of knowing how to advance and retreat.
Farewell to Wang Wei
meng haoran
I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave.
Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind.
You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
When Meng Haoran was frustrated, his first thought was to write poems for Wang Wei and wait for him every day. He wants to find flowers and grass, but he is afraid to miss it with him. There are fewer people in power now, so I'd better retire and go back to my hometown.
In Meng Haoran's eyes, Wang Wei is a bosom friend.