Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"
Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, red calyxes in the mountains. The mountain is red with calyxes, and there is no one in the valley, so they bloom and fall.
Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
The weather is late in the fall, after the new rain on the empty mountains. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the rocks. The bamboo is noisy, and the lotus is moving, and the fishing boat is moving. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The osmanthus blossoms fall at leisure, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The moon is out, and the birds are singing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's Tianjia in Weichuan
The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor streets. The old man was thinking of the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorns to open. The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, the sleeping of silkworms and the scarcity of mulberry leaves. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to sing about the decline of the world.
Wang Jian's "Walking in the Field"
The man's voice is happy, the woman's face is happy, and the family does not complain about the parting of words. The May is hot, the wind is clear, and the reeling carts are singing on the eaves. The silkworms are making cocoons that people don't want to take, and the moths are coming out of the leaves. The silks are on the shafts of the wheat harvest, and I know that I have lost enough for the government. I don't want to be imported back into the city, so I will not sell my yellow calf to the city. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one!
Zhang Ji's "Song of the Wild Old Man"
The old farmer's family is poor and lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields. The tax on the seedlings is so high that they can't be eaten, and they are put into the official warehouse and turned into soil. The old farmer's family lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of land. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Nie Yizhong's "Wounded Field Family"
In February, we sold new silk, and in May, we sold new grain. I wish that the king's heart would be turned into a heart. I wish the king's heart could be turned into a bright candle. I wish that the heart of the king would be turned into a bright candle, which would not shine on the banquet, but on the house of the fugitive.
Wei Yingwu's Guanyuan Tianjia
The rain is new, and the hibernation has begun. The first time I saw it, it was a few days before I was able to start farming. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Hunger and charging are not painful, and the richness is a joy to see. There are no reserves in the warehouse, and the corvée has not yet been completed. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain"
The husband died in the army, and his sideburns were scorched in his ramie clothes. I have no idea how to avoid the levy, even if it is deeper in the mountains.
Wang Wei's Tianjia in Weichuan
The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The old man was thinking of the shepherd boy, and leaning on his staff, he waited for the door to be opened. The first time I saw him was when he was a young man, and he was a young woman. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the other side of the fence, and you'll be able to see the other side of the fence. I am envious of the idleness of the world, and I am disappointed to hear the words of the style of the world.
Wang Wei's "Field in Spring"
In the house, the spring turtles are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white by the side of the trees. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes. The swallows know the old nests, and the old people see the new calendar. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl, and the third time I was a little girl.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village"
The old man had chickens and millet, and invited me to his home. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at this. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
Du Fu's Yearly Yan Xing
Years of clouds in the twilight more north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting white snow. The first time I saw this was when I was a fisherman and my net was freezing, so I didn't bother to shoot the geese. Last year, the rice was expensive, and this year, the rice is cheap, and it hurts the farmers. The high motor officials are tired of wine and meat, and the loom and axle of these people are empty. The people of Chu emphasize fish but not birds, so don't kill the southern birds in vain. Moreover, I heard that men and women are selling everywhere, and they are still renting. In the past, money was used to catch private casting, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carved clay is the easiest to get, and the good and bad do not match each other. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Song"
I got up and looked at the South Mountain, and the mountain fire burned the mountain fields. The fire is burning in the mountain fields. The reddish sunset is like extinction, and the short flames are connected. The difference is to the rock, Ran Ling green wall. The winds are blowing in the direction of the mountain, and the winds are blowing in the direction of the mountain, and the winds are blowing in the direction of the mountain. The neighboring man can speak in Chu, leaning on the plug, wanting to weep. He says that he is a Chusetian, and that he burns her for the morning field. Beanstalks are full of worms, and the flowers on the hedges are like houses. The abandoned stacks of rags return to the fence, and chickens peck at the corn in the plaza. In the New Year, the spring rains are clearing up, and the sound of the gods is being celebrated everywhere. Holding money, I would tell a fortune, knocking on the tiles and ringing in the forest. If you get the fortune on the mountain, you will come back to the mulberry and jujube. The fire is blown to the white grass, and the sickle reflects the red cane. The wind drives away the smoke of mistletoe leaves, and the mistletoe trees connect to the flat mountains. The stars burst out of the sky and the embers fall down in front of the steps. The crows curse the year of abundance. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I was a kid.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times (I)
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers are snow-white and the vegetables are scarce. The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, but only the dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden in Four Seasons (II)
The children of the village are each in charge of their own household. The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
The "Broken Formation Zi" (破阵子----晏殊)
When the swallows come to the spring festival, the pear blossoms fall behind the clear sky.
The moss on the pool is three or four points, and the oriole at the bottom of the leaf is one or two times.
The day is long, and the flotsam is light.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life.
I'm not sure if it's because I've been sleeping last night, but I'm sure it's because I've been fighting for the past day.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life.
Yanshu ---- is a famous prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty and a famous lyricist.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door. The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, the sleeping of silkworms and the scarcity of mulberry leaves.
The farmer was in his hoe, and he said, "I'm glad to see you," and he said, "I'm glad to see you. The first time I saw this, I was so envious of it that I was frustrated.
2. Shi Zhou Slow - tearing off limbs to send off the cold Era: Song Author: Wang Dao tearing off limbs to send off the cold, burnt and flourishing years, and awarding the Yao calendar. The green mist burns marks, green floating wind wrinkles, warming back to the color of spring.
The earth and the sky are in harmony, and when the time comes, the five ghosts will not be in trouble. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the game, and then you can see the newest version of the game.
Long memory.
The idea is that we can't just throw away our ambitions, but we can't just throw them away. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I saw it in the middle of the night.
Although Pongxi is good, not put the end of leisure. The harmonious music of the yellow bird, more to see the pot in the spring.
3, "Hexinlang - Wanli Min'e Road" Era: Song Author: Lu Zugao Wanli Min'e Road. I'm laughing at the old style of returning to the wild and leisurely.
The Jade Majesty and the Golden Boudoir spring lead to the place, late but the Beijing Hua Buwu. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The incense seal, qin silk curtain shadow, there are clouds, night moon and gulls. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you'll be able to get it right.
The mallards have reported to Kuanglu again. I'm afraid of the red sky, the class is still, someone to stay.
The head of the black fame all good in, roaming waves from the channel endowed.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Full of a goblet for the birthday of the king, there are wind lotus, ten thousand hectares shaking the summer. The first thing you need to do is to drain a goblet of gold.
4. He Xin Lang - Voluntarily Being Beware of the Wings Era: Song Author: Feng Tuoqia Being Beware of the Wings. It seems like Cangzhou, the white bird is leisurely, quietly relying on the fist stone.
I'd like to send a ladder of clouds and wood table, look down on the sky and rainbow a thousand feet. Music on the river, the sound and color of the mountains.
Mirror-like clear water around the kind of winding, laugh at the lake, a song quartang edict. Outside the world of interest, who knows.
Fly in the wonderful ink marks are still wet. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
Three sighs of Yangchun, but the light is born in the empty room. The first thing you need to do is to find a place where you can get a good deal on your own.
The Yulin will come or not, to be divided equally, the wind and the moon for the pen. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
5, "Nian Nujiao - Yaochi high meeting" Era: Song Author: Li Pleiades Yaochi high meeting, see the cloud fragrance phoenix back, wind soft crane knee. The sky sends the moon secretary to worship and dance, and the new seal increases the rank.
A mother can be wise, and give birth to such a child, always the predecessor of Buddha. The grandchildren have been playing with colors, and they have a smile on their faces.
Once to the Hunshi Xuanzhong, **** evaluation of the present and the past, handwritten Wang Yan ropes. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
People love Huangtang, Zhu Xuantang life, pat joyful sound overflow. Next year, Xuanjun, peach fire date court real.
3. Poetry expressing idlenessWeichuan Tianjia
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
The slanting sun shines in the marketplace, the poor alley cattle and sheep return.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, and the sleep of silkworms in the mulberry leaves.
The farmer is coming with his hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to hear the words of the style of Wei.
"Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai
Looking east at the Yellow Crane Mountain, the majestic half-empty.
White clouds on all sides, the peak leaning on the red sun.
The rocky mountain range is dome-spanning, and the peaks and peaks are also dark and dense.
It is said that the immortals learned the art of flying here.
Once toward the sea of Peng, thousands of years of empty stone room.
The golden stove is filled with smoke, and the jade pool is secret and quiet.
The ancient land is full of trees and grasses, and the courtyard is cold and old.
I was envious of the people who climbed up the stairs, and I wanted to keep my leisure.
The mountain is a place of wonder, but it is not to be equaled.
The book was written in the style of a pine tree.
On Lake Pengli
Era: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling
Along the trekking through the big lake, the lake flow more line licentious. In the morning, I tend to the northern islet, and the sun is already in the west.
Although the suitable drowning, the flow and leisure.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of it.
Mount Lushan is straight from the sun, and the lonely stone is a shade of art. A water flying between the clouds, a number of peaks out of the center of the lake.
The image class is not intertwined, the shape of the language is not a deep understanding. The first is the "The Battle of the Bulge", which is the first of its kind in the world.
In the Mountains
Era: Song Author: Lu You
The grass pavilion is where the clouds stay, and the stream bridge leads the cranes to walk.
The body is free, the heart is quiet and dreams of peace.
The stone's milk drips all the time, and the pine's fat is bright all night long.
The mountain is a place of great interest, not a place of pride.
The day is long and no one has passed through the hedge, but there are dragonflies and nymphs.
Comment: Early summer is the time when plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat ears are white, and rape flowers are almost finished and are setting seeds. The summer days are long, no one passes by the hedge, everyone is busy in the field, only dragonflies and butterflies are fluttering.
2. Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, "Weichuan Tianjia":
The slanting sun shines on the market, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alley.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, and the sleep of silkworms in the mulberry leaves.
The farmer is coming with his hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so envious of the world that he was disappointed to see him.
Comment: The village is covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the cows and sheep are returning along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandchildren, and waits in his own house with his staff. The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to start tasseling, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thinning. The farmers have returned to their villages with their hoes, and they meet each other with laughter and fondness. How can I not be envious of such contentment? I can't help but recite the "style of Wei" in frustration.
3. Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village":
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house.
The green trees are near the village, and the green hills are beyond the slanting Guo.
The old man invited me to his home, where I was invited to drink wine and talk of mulberry and hemp.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it again.
Interpretation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to be his guest in his field house. Pushing open the window to face the grain field and vegetable garden,*** drinking wine and gossiping about farming. When the 9-9-9 Festival comes, I will also come here to view the chrysanthemums.
4, Tang Dynasty Wang Jian "rain over the mountain village":
Rain in the chicken song one or two, bamboo stream village road board bridge slant.
The women and nuns call each other to bathe in silkworms, and idly look at the gardenias in the courtyard.
Interpretation: In the rain, there are chickens crowing, and there are one or two families in the mountain village. The village road is above the bamboo stream, a boardwalk diagonally across. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other, go together to choose silkworm seed. Only the gardenia blooms, swaying alone in the courtyard.
5, Tang Dynasty Du Mu "Shangshan Hemp Stream":
Clouds and colors on all sides, soft willow more than ten families.
Pheasants and deer are far away from the grass, and cows and chickens roost in the spring.
The old man with the beautiful eyebrows is drinking wine in a bottle, and the daughter with the sleeve is pinning the wild flowers on her hair.
The car was in the dust, and the book by the stream was in a state of despair.
Interpretation: The cloudy mountain mist rises up and fills the four fields, and there are more than ten homes under the shade of the soft willow. The first is that the first time I saw this, I was in the middle of it. The old man with long eyebrows pours wine leisurely, and the girl with red sleeves wears wildflowers. I feel like I'm always busy traveling, and I'm disappointed that I'm scribbling on the creek.
5. Poetry describing leisurePoetry describing leisure includes:
1. Tang Dynasty Wang Wei "return to Songshan as"
Original text:
Qingchuan with a long thin, the car and horse to go idle. The water is flowing as intentionally, and the twilight birds are still with each other.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
They are the first to be able to use the same technology in their own right.
Translation:
The clear water of the river surrounds a piece of grass and trees, and the driving horse goes slowly and leisurely. The water seems to be full of affection for me, and the birds return with me in the evening.
The deserted city rests on an ancient ferry port, and the setting sun is shining on the golden autumn mountains. At the foot of the distant and lofty Songshan Mountain, I closed the door and spent my old age in the world.
2. Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, "Weichuan Tianjia"
Original text:
The slanting sun shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, and the sleep of silkworms in the mulberry leaves.
The farmer is coming with his hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to hear that it is a microcosm.
The village was covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the cows and sheep returned along the deep alleys.
The old man, thinking of his grandchildren, waited at his house with his staff.
The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is coming up, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are thinning.
The peasants have returned to their villages with their hoes, and they see each other with laughter and love.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've been able to get a good look at the movie.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie that was written in a different language.
3. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Drinking Wine"
Original text:
The hut is in the human world, and there is no noise of cars and horses.
I ask you, "How can you do it? The heart is far away from the ground, and the heart is far away from the ground.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely see the south mountain.
The mountain air is so beautiful that the birds fly to each other.
There is a true meaning in this, which I want to recognize and forget to say.
Translation:
I live in the human world, but there is no hustle and bustle of cars and horses.
If you ask me how I can be like this, you will naturally feel secluded in the place where you live if you have a high mind.
Under the east hedge picking chrysanthemums, leisurely, the distant southern mountains into the eyes.
The smell of the mountains and the evening scenery is very good, there are birds, accompanied by the return.
This contains the true meaning of life, want to recognize, but do not know how to express.
4. Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, "Autumn Night in the Mountain Dwelling"
Original text:
After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall. The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones.
The bamboo clamor returns to the raccooness, the lotus moves under the fishing boat. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story.
Translation:
The empty mountains were bathed in a new rain, and the night came to make people feel that it was early fall. The moon shines brightly from between the pines, and the spring water murmurs on the rocks.
Bamboo forest noise is known to be the return of the laundry girl, lotus leaves gently shaking want to be on the wandering under the light boat. The spring may be allowed to go with it, the fall of the mountain of the king's grandchildren can be a long time.
5, Tang Dynasty Wang Wei, "Zhongnan Bieye"
Original text:
In the middle of the age of quite good road, the late home of the southern mountain frontier. I was a good Taoist in my middle age, and my late home was in the southern mountains.
When I was in my middle age, I was quite good at Taoism, and I went to the southern mountains in the evening.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high school diploma, and I've never seen one.
Translation:
In my middle age, I already had the heart of the Tao, and in my later years, I moved my home to the foot of the southern mountains.
This is the first time that I've seen the world's most popular movie, and it's the first time that I've seen the world's most popular movie.
I was able to walk to the end of the water, sit down and look up at the white clouds. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the old man in the forest, and I forgot about the date of return.
6. Tao Yuanming's "Dwelling in the Garden"
Original text:
The beans are planted under the south mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings. The morning is full of the filth, and I return with my hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person who has been in a hurry to get out of the house.
The beans were planted in the field under the south mountain, but the result was that the grass was thick and the beans were sparse. I was able to get up early in the morning to go down to the field and remove the weeds, and then I went back to the field by the light of the moon in the twilight.
The narrow path was overgrown with grass and trees, and in the evening the dew stained my clothes. I don't want to get my clothes wet, but I hope I won't go against the idea of going back to my hometown.
6. Poems that express leisure"Weichuan Tianjia" Age: Tang Author: Wang Wei The sun shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The farmer was in his hoe, and he said, "I'm glad to see you," and he said, "I'm glad to see you.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've been able to enjoy my own life.
Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Looking at the Yellow Crane Mountain, male and female half-empty. White clouds on all sides, the peak leaning on the red sun.
Rocky rows of dome span, the peaks and peaks are also meditatively dense. The first time I saw it, I heard that it was the first time I saw it, and it was the first time I saw it.
Once toward the sea of Peng, thousands of years of empty stone room. The first time I saw it, it was a very beautiful place, and I was very happy to see it.
The ancient land is left with plants and trees, and the court is cold and old. The first thing you need to do is to get up to the top of the stairs.
The wonders of the mountains are all over the world, and the Ziling is unmatched. The first is to send a message to the green pines, and to realize that the guest is not a good person.
"Peng Li Lake" Era: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling along the trekking through the Great Lake, the lake flow more line licentious. The morning tends to the northern islet, the teepee is already west of the sun.
Although the suitable drowning, the flow and leisure.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of it.
Mount Lushan is straight from the sun, and the lonely stone is a shade of art. A water flying between the clouds, several peaks out of the center of the lake.
The image class is not intertwined, the shape of the language is not a deep understanding. The first is the "The Battle of the Bulge", which is the first of its kind in the world.
"In the mountains" Date: Song Author: Lu You Cao Ge left the clouds to stay, and the stream bridge led the cranes to walk. The body is free, the heart is quiet, the dream is peaceful.
The milk of the stone drips all the time, and the pine animals are bright all night long. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
7. Seek to express the ancient tranquil life of the poemI. Drinking wine (its five)
Author Tao Yuanming Dynasty Wei and Jin
The hut in the people's realm, without the noise of the car and the horse. I am not sure if I can do it. The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely see the south mountain. The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds are still with each other.
There is a true meaning in this, which I want to recognize and forget to say.
Translation
I live in the human world, but there is no hustle and bustle. Ask me why I can be like this. As long as one's mind is high and far-reaching, one will naturally feel secluded and quiet in the place where one lives. In the East Hedges under the picking chrysanthemums, leisurely, that far away from the South Mountain into the eyes. The breath of the mountains and the evening scenery is very good, there are birds, returning in company. This contains the true meaning of life, want to recognize, but do not know how to express
Second, the title of the broken mountain temple after the Zen garden
Author Chang Jian Dynasty Tang
Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first day of the sun shines in the high forest. The first day of the month, the sun shines on the forest. The path leads to a quiet place, and the Zen room is deep in flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadow of the pool empties the heart.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in the world, and I've never seen a movie in the world.
Translation
Early in the morning I walked into the old temple, the rising sun reflected the trees on the mountain. The path is covered by a bamboo forest and leads to a deep place, and the flowers and trees in front of and behind the meditation room are colorful and luxuriant. The light of the mountain makes the birds more happy, and the clear water of the pool is refreshing and purifies the mind. At this moment, everything is silent and still, leaving only the sound of the bells and chimes.
Third, past the old man Zhuang
Author Meng Haoran Dynasty Tang
The old man with chicken and millet, invited me to the field home. The old man invited me to his house, where the green trees are near the village, and the green hills are beyond.
The old man invited me to his house with chicken and millet, and the green hills were slanting outside the countryside. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
An old friend invited me to his hospitable farmhouse to prepare a sumptuous meal. The green woods surround the village, and the green mountains lie outside the city. Push open the window to face the grain field vegetable garden, hand holding a glass of wine gossip about the crops. When the nine-nine Chongyang Festival comes, then invite you to come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
Fourth, the rice field
Author Wei Zhuang Dynasty Tang
Green wave spring waves full of front bei, the best view of the clouds strike Asia fat.
The heron is a thousand points of snow, breaking the smoke into the painting screen.
Translation
The green ripples of the pond water is full of the front bei, and the far-eyed endless monumental fields are fat.
And the egrets, which are a thousand in number, fly through the clouds and smoke to the painting.
V. Weichuan Tianjia
Author Wang Wei Dynasty Tang
The slanting sun shines on the market, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alley. The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, the sleeping of silkworms and the scarcity of mulberry leaves. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to hear that it is a microcosm.
Translation
The village is covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the cows and sheep are returning along the deep alleys. The old man, thinking of his grandchildren, waited at his house with his staff. The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to tassel, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are already thinning. The farmers have returned to their villages with their hoes, and they meet each other with laughter and fondness. How can I not be envious of such contentment? I can't help but recite the "style micro"