The only way we can get life is to give it (India) ● A man's life should be measured in terms of his career and not in terms of his longevity (Seneca) ● Life is not a short candle but a torch held by us for the time being (Ireland) ● Life is an offense (-- Whitehead) ● A hen is nothing more than the organism in which an egg is producing another A hen is nothing more than an organism for the production of another egg (Butler) ●Only by dedicating oneself to society can a man find out the meaning of that short and risky life (Albert Einstein) ●The meaning of life is to put oneself in the place of others, to worry about them, to enjoy them (Germany) ●You have to give value to the world if you are going to enjoy yourself (Goethe) ●If you know how to make use of life, it's a long one (Italy) Life is very short, but if you only notice how short it is, then it is of no value at all (England) ●A man's life is short, but if he lives it meanly, it is too long (England) ●The stage is small and the world is big ●The whole world is in the play, and the whole world is an actor (England) ●Every man has his own theater, which combines the manager, the actors, the teleprompter, the scriptwriter, the set changer, the box He is a manager, an actor, a teleprompter, a scriptwriter, a scene-changer, a box-sitter, a janitor, and in addition an audience member (Julius Hare) ● In this theater of human life, the auditorium is only for God and the angels (Bacon) ● All the way up to the last moment, we play comedy with ourselves as our objects (Germany) ● The world is comedy for those who think and tragedy for those who feel (England) ● The tragedy in the eyes of the spectator may not be the tragedy in the heart of the sufferer (England) be the tragedy in the heart of the sufferer (Etienne) ● For others, we are not ourselves, but are only actors playing a part in his life, and we do not even know we are acting (Elizabeth Bibesko).
I have been in the net of dust by mistake, and I have been there for thirty years.
The caged bird loves the old forest, the fish misses the old abyss.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the field, and the last time I saw it, I was in the middle of the field.
The square house is more than ten acres in size, with eight or nine straw huts.
Elm and willow shade the back of the eaves, and peach and plums cover the front of the hall.
Warming the village, warming the smoke;
Dogs barking in the deep alleys, chickens crowing on the top of the mulberry tree.
The house is free of dust and the room is full of leisure.
I have been in the cage for a long time, but I have returned to nature.
The original text
Five Songs on "Returning to the Garden and Dwelling in the Fields" (Part I)
I was young and unsuited to the common rhymes, and my nature is to love the hills and the mountains.
I fell into the net of dust by mistake, and have been gone for thirty years.
Custodial birds love the old forest, and fish miss the old abyss.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the field, and the last time I saw it, I was in the middle of the field.
A square house of more than ten acres, with eight or nine straw huts;
Elm and willow shade the back eaves, and peaches and plums are in front of the hall.
Warming the village, warming the smoke;
Dogs barking in the deep alleys, chickens crowing in the mulberry trees.
The house is free of dust and the room is full of leisure.
I have been in the cage for a long time, but I have returned to nature.
Five Songs on "Returning to the Garden and Dwelling in the Field" (Part II)
There are few people in the wilderness, and the streets are not crowded with people;
The daytime is covered with thorns, and the empty room is free from dust.
The marketplace is a place where people come and go;
There is nothing to say to each other, but we are told that the sambucus is long.
The day of the mulberry and the sisal is long, the day of my land is wide,
I am always afraid that the frost will come, and I will be scattered with the grass.
Five Songs on "Returning to the Garden"
The beans are planted under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.
It is not worthwhile to stain my clothes, but to make my wish come true!
Introduction to the Poem
Returning to the Garden and Dwelling in the Field is a group of five poems by Tao Yuanming, a literary scholar of the Jin and Song dynasties (a book of six poems). In the first poem, Tao Yuanming writes about the beauty of idyllic scenery and the pleasantness of rural life from the strong boredom of official life, revealing a sense of relief and expressing his love for nature and freedom. The second poem focuses on the serenity of rural life, depicting a peaceful and pure world in simple and unadorned language, showing the quietness of the countryside and the author's tranquil state of mind. The third poem describes the author's experience of working in the farmland in a delicate and vivid way, in a light but elegant style, overflowing with the poet's happy mood and pride in returning to his hometown. The fourth poem describes the author's personal participation in labor and his love for labor, showing that not only did he not reduce his interest in labor due to his hard work in the morning and returning home in the evening, but also deepened his feelings for labor and strengthened his determination to return to farming for the rest of his life. The fifth poem describes the author's activities on his return from plowing, expressing his happy and satisfied feeling, which is mellow and sincere. The sixth poem describes the poet's day of labor, and finally reveals his experience of labor and his intention to live in the fields. The last poem was thought not to be Tao's poem, but Su Shi thought it was Tao's, and commented, "Yuanming's poem looks as if it is loose and slow at first, but there are strange phrases in it when you are familiar with it." (See Leng Zhai Poetry)
About the Author
Tao Yuanming (352 or 365 - 427), the word Yuanliang, also known as Qian, private posthumous name "Jingjie", the world known as Mr. Jingjie, Xunyang Chaisang (present-day Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province), a native of the late Eastern Jin Dynasty and the early Southern Song Dynasty. Mr. Jingjie was a native of Chaisang, Xunyang (present-day Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province). He was a great poet and rhetorician from the end of the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty. He served as a priest in Jiangzhou, a military counselor in Jianwei, a military counselor in Zhenjun, and a magistrate in Pengze County, etc. He was the last magistrate in Pengze County, and he abandoned his post in more than eighty days, and since then he has been living in seclusion in the countryside. He is China's first idyllic poet, known as the "ancient and modern reclusive poets of the Zong", there is "Tao Yuanming collection".
3. The long road of life, how to go where the bushhas flown,
cloudless cliffs,
in the mid-air bird's-eye view,
this floating wind and clouds.
Half a lifetime of hiding,
I realized an autumn flower,
When I was free,
I threw down my belongings.
Close the wooden door,
The world of the grassy house is still bustling with activity,
piling up a pile of dust.
The clouds and cranes that have not returned,
suffocated in the dream of the world outside,
one night white hair,
do not understand the autumn Zen.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I don't know how to understand.
When I came here,
I was in the middle of the world.
I still am.