Wang Wei's Deer Chai: I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices. I can't see anyone on the empty mountain, but I can hear people's voices. The scenery is returning to the deep forest, and the moss is shining again.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, red calyx in the mountains. The first time I saw it, it was in the middle of a mountain, and the second time I saw it, it was in the middle of a river.
Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains" (山居秋瞑): After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall. The moon shines between the pines, and the spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo clamor returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves under the fishing boat. 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.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": the osmanthus flowers fall in idleness, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light 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 arrives with his hoe, and says "I'm glad 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 saying goodbye. Although May is hot, the winds of wheat are clear, the eaves are reeling. The silkworms do not take the cocoon, and the moths are born between 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 Elderly": the old farmer's family is poor and lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields. The tax on the seedling is too much to eat, and the input into the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, the hoeing and plowing is done in the empty room, and the acorns are collected by calling the children to climb up the mountain. The first time I saw this was when I was in a boat with a dog, and the dog was in a boat with a dog.
Nie Yizhong's "Hurting Tianjia": selling new silk in February and selling new grain in May. I wish the king's heart could be transformed into the heart of the king. 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 begins with a thunderstorm. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the first time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night. The people are all in the field, and the garden is also in the right place. When I return, the scenery is always calm, and I drink water from the west stream of the calf. 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" (山中寡妇)：Husband died in battle, and his sideburns are burnt in his ramie clothes. I picked wild vegetables and boiled them with roots, and chopped raw firewood and burned it with leaves. I have no idea how to avoid the levy, even if it is deeper in the mountains.
Wang Wei's Weichuan Tianjia: The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The old man is a shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the brambles to open. 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. The farmer arrives with his hoe, and says "I'm glad to see you". 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": The spring turtles are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. 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.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village": The old man had chickens and millet, and invited me to the field house. The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanted outside the countryside. 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. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Du Fu's "Yearning": the year cloud twilight more north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting white snow. Last year's rice was expensive, and this year's rice is cheap, which 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 "burn song": up to look at the South Mountain, the mountain fire burning mountain fields. The reddish sunset is like extinction, the short flame is connected again. The difference is to the rock, Ran Ling green wall. Low with the wind back to the end, far shine eaves thatched red. The neighboring man can speak in Chu, leaning on the plug to weep. He says that he is a Chusetian, and that he burns her for the morning field. Bean seedlings 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)": plums and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers and vegetables are scarce. The day is long and no one has passed through the hedge, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden at Four Times (II)": "Cultivating the fields by day and performing hemp at night, and the village's children are each in charge of their own families. The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, but they are also learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
2.
I've been to the old man's house
Meng Haoran
The old man has chicken and millet, and he invited me to his house.
The old man has invited me to his home, where I have a chicken and millet.
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man, and the third time I was a young man.
When the sun comes up, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
(My old friend prepared yellow rice and roasted chicken, and invited me to be his guest at his simple farmhouse. The village is surrounded by a circle of green trees, and the outskirts of the countryside is a verdant hillock flat sloping. Pushing open the window, we were greeted by fields and gardens, and we drank wine and chatted about farming and mulberrying. Waiting for the day of September Chongyang Festival, once again to taste the chrysanthemum wine good!)
Returning to the Garden
Tao Yuanming
I
I was young and unsuited to the common rhyme, and my nature is to love the hills and mountains. I have been away for thirty years, but I have fallen into the net of dust by mistake. The birds are in love with the old forests, and the fish miss the old abyss. I have been a member of the family for many years, and I have been a member of the family for many years, and I have been a member of the family for many years. The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine grass houses. Elm and willow shade the back eaves, peaches and plums in front of the hall. Ambiguously far away from people's villages, according to the smoke in the market, the dog barks in the deep alleys, the chickens crow on the top of the mulberry tree, the households and the courts are free of dust and zoning, and the virtual room has a surplus of leisure. I've been in the cage for a long time, and I've come back to nature.
Two
The wild is rare, the poor alleys are not harnessed. The daytime is covered with thorns, and the virtual room is free of dust. The marketplace is a place where people come and go, and they do not speak to each other. I have no words to say when I see you, but I say that the sambucus is long. The mulberry sisal day has been long, my land day has been wide. I am always afraid that the frost and snow will come, and I will fall with the grass.
Three
The beans are planted under the south mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings. 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. 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. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Life
Type: Poetry
Life is too light
Add some salt to concentrate the thoughts
Thoughts are too bitter
Add a little sugar to lighten the astringent life
Life is too dull
Add a little bit of spice to lift the spirits
Mental health is the most important thing. Too sleepy
Add a little Zen to calm your mind
5 You can't live without poetry
No matter how much I browse or dabble
I don't have poetry in my eyes
No one in the teahouse or the wine shop
No one in the pretty girls or the handsome boys
It's just so barren and desolate
I don't have poetry.
No matter how much I search or how much I explore
There's no poetry in my field
Opportunity doesn't come my way
Inspiration doesn't come my way
It's all just ignorance and blankness
There's no poetry in my field
There's no poetry in my field
And so I'm not happy anymore
So I am no longer happy
In fact
Just because I am no longer happy
does not mean that I am no longer poetic
does not mean that I have fallen into worldliness and numbness
Farewell to a life that is hot and burning
There are those who love me and those I love
Watching and wishing all the time
Live well. Live well
Poetry doesn't reject triviality
Your heart is saturated with rice, oil and salt
Your heart is nourished by Tang and Song poems and lyrics
You enjoy the world's food and drink
But you look down at the stars and the river
You sharpen your vulgar thoughts
But you gaze at the poetic feeling
Live well
The warmth of life cannot shrink
Read and think well
The ordinary life needs you to ignite poetry
3.Poetry in praise of life
Touring Shanxi village Song - Lu You do not laugh at the farmer's house wax wine is muddy, and in the year of abundance of guests to stay enough chicken and dolphin.
There is no way out of the mountain, but there is another village in the darkness. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
From now on, if you are free to ride the moon, you can always knock on the door. Song - Zhao Shixiu (赵师秀), a Chinese poet, said: "It is raining in every house during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds.
The appointment does not come in the middle of the night, and the chess pieces fall from the lanterns. The old man invited me to his house.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting outside. The first time I saw him was when he was in the garden, and I was drinking wine and talking about mulberry and hemp.
When the sun comes back, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
I ask you how you can do it? The heart is far away from the ground.
The most important thing to remember is that it is not easy to find the right place for you to live.
The mountain air is good day and night, the birds are still with each other. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it.
(For reference only).
4. What are the poems that praise life1. The old trees and crows, the small bridges and flowing rivers, and the thin horses in the west wind of the old road. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village"
3. The mountains are green and white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui. ___Weng Ju (April in the Countryside)
4. The warbler cries in a thousand miles are green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
5. There is no way out of the mountain, and there is another village in the darkness. Lu You's "A Journey to the Village of Shanxi"
6. Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden" (归园田居-其三)
7. The warblers are crying and the swallows are dancing. Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha - Spring"
8. Tao Yuanming's "Dwelling in the Garden" (归园田居-其一)
9. The rice sorghum under the mountain of Goose Lake is fertilized, and the chickens in the dolphin fences are half-covering the door. ___Wang Dai "Social Day"
10, running water from the broken, the old ice hurt horse bone. Lusidao's "Marching from the Army"
11. The village by the water in the valley beside the mountain was once broken by the sparse flowers. The village has been broken by the flowers. Zhang's "Ink and Plum"
12. Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi - West City Willow Spring"
13, I have Kongming, as if the fish have water. ___Chen Shou, "The Longzhong Pair"
14, still have mercy on the end of the South Mountain, looking back to the clear Weibin. Dufu's "Gift to Mr. Wei Zuochengzhang in 22 Rhymes"
15, but will always open the eyes of the end of the night, to repay the life of the eyebrow has not been unfolded. Yuan Zhen's "Three Songs of Sorrowful Remembrance" (遣悲怀三首-其三)
5. The geese are wailing and flying nightly, and the tears of Hu's children are falling down. --Lee Chip "Ancient March from the Army"2: There can be no poetry in life, but no poetry; there can be no road in marching, but no forward steps; there can be no experience in work, but no learning; there can be no glitter in life, but no stains.
3: Good rain knows the time, when spring is happening.
4: The head of the tent, the child learns to Chui Lun, lying on the side of the berry moss grass reflects the body. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
5: Farewell to Li Bai through the Jingmen Ferry far beyond the Jingmen, from the Chu country tour. The mountains are as flat as the field, and the river flows into the great wilderness. The moon flies under the sky mirror, the clouds are born in the sea building. I still pity the water in my hometown, ten thousand miles to send the boat.
6: Fangfei rest to go why hate, summer wood yin yang can be.
7: The river is deep and the bamboo is quiet, and the red flowers are reflected in the white flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some wine and send it to your career.
Hope to adopt, thank you
6. Poems in praise of lifeIf life deceives you ---- Pushkin
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be anxious!
Sedation is needed in the days of sorrow;
Believe, happy days will come.
The heart is ever yearning for the future;
But now it is often melancholy.
Everything is instantaneous,
and everything will pass;
and that which is past,
will become an affectionate nostalgia.
Meng Haoran
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to his home.
The old man had invited me to his home, where he had a chicken and millet.
The old man had a chicken and millet, and the green hills were slanting outside the countryside.
When the sun comes up, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
(My old friend prepared yellow rice and roasted chicken, and invited me to be his guest at his simple farmhouse. The village is surrounded by a circle of green trees, and the outskirts of the countryside is a verdant hillock flat sloping. Pushing open the window, we were greeted by fields and gardens, and we drank wine and chatted about farming and mulberrying. Waiting for the day of the September Chongyang Festival, once again to taste the chrysanthemum wine good!)
Returning to the Garden
Tao Yuanming
I
Young and unsuited to the common rhyme, the nature of the love of the hills and mountains. I have been in the net for thirty years. The birds are in love with the old forests, and the fish are thinking of the old abyss. I have been a member of the family for many years, and I have been a member of the family for many years, and I have been a member of the family for many years. The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine grass houses. Elm and willow shade the back eaves, peaches and plums in front of the hall. Ambiguously far away from people's villages, according to the smoke in the market, the dog barks in the deep alleys, the chickens crow on the top of the mulberry tree, the households and the courts are free of dust and zoning, and the virtual room has a surplus of leisure. I've been in the cage for a long time, and I've come back to nature.
Two
The wild is rare, and the poor alleys are not harnessed. The daytime is covered with thorns, and the virtual room is free of dust. The marketplace is a place where people come and go, and they are all in the same place. The first time I saw you, I didn't say a word, but I said, "I've been here a long time, and I've been here a long time. The mulberry sisal day has been long, my land day has been wide. I am always afraid that the frost and snow will come, and I will fall with the grass.
Three
The beans are planted under the south mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings. 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. 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. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Life
Type: Poetry
Life is too light
Add some salt to concentrate the thoughts
?
Thoughts are too bitter
Add some sugar to lighten the astringent life
?
Life's too boring
A little spice to lift your spirits
?
Too sleepy
A little Zen to calm the mind
5 You can't live without poetry
?
No matter how much I browse, no matter how much I dabble
I don't have poetry in my eyes
No one in the teahouses
No one in the pretty girls
It's just so barren and dull
I don't have poetry
?
No matter how much I seek or how much I explore
There's no poetry in my field
Opportunity won't come my way
Inspiration won't come my way
It's just ignorance and blankness
There's no poetry in my field
?
I have no poetry
And I am no longer happy
?
In fact
Just because I'm no longer happy
Doesn't mean I'm no longer poetic
Doesn't mean I've fallen into mundanity and numbness
Farewell forever to a life of fire
There are those who love me and those I love
Watching and bidding at all times
Live well live well live well live well
Poetry doesn't
Your heart is saturated with salt and oil
Your heart is nourished by the poetry of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty
You enjoy the world's food and drink
But you look at the stars
You sharpen your crude thoughts
But you stare at the poetry
Live well and read well
Warmth cannot shrivel up
The life I love and the life I love
Read and think well
The ordinary life needs you to ignite poetry
7.The path of the flower has never been swept by a guest, and the door of the house has been opened for you.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely see the south mountain.
The morning is the time to take care of the filth, and the moon is the time to go back to the hoe. Tao Yuanming's Dwelling in the Garden
Open up the garden to face the field, and talk about mulberry and hemp with a glass of wine. Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village"
The thatched roof was swept clean and free of moss, and the flowers and trees were planted by hand. Wang Anshi's "The Wall of Mr. Huyin"
There is a great scholar who laughs and talks, and there is no white man who comes and goes. Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Ugly Room"
I like it best when a child is a scoundrel, when he is lying on his back and peeling the lotus seedpods at the head of the stream. Xin Qiji, "Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling"
The yellow hair of the children, and they are happy. Tao Yuanming's "A Tale of the Peach Blossom Garden"
The surroundings are so narrow that they do not shelter the wind and the sun; the short brown hair is worn with a knot, and the empty basket is full of rice and dung, and the people are happy. Tao Yuanming "Mr. Wu Liu biography"
8. Praise life maximThe glory of life is not in never failing, but in being able to pounce again and again.
----- Napoleon Life as a man, death is also a ghost hero. ----- Li Qingzhao A person's life is to make attempts, the more attempts, the better the life.
---- Emerson Whoever wants to play with life, he accomplishes nothing; whoever cannot master himself, is always a slave. --- Goethe The world rises and falls, and the man is responsible for it.
---- Gu Yanwu Suffering is the teacher of life. ----- Balzac Life between heaven and earth, if a white horse passes through a gap, suddenly (Zhuangzi) Life between heaven and earth, suddenly like a faraway guest (Nineteen Ancient Poems) A lifetime can be a few, swiftly as a stream of electricity shocked (Jin - Tao Yuanming) Heaven and earth has no ultimate, the life of man is like the morning sun (Three Kingdoms - Cao Zhi) The real happiness is optimism about life, pleasantness to work, and excitement about the cause.
-- Albert Einstein True happiness comes from inner peace. True happiness doesn't have to be pleasurable, he is mostly a triumph.
Pleasant laughter is a sure sign of mental health. In order for others to be happy, you must first be happy yourself.
In order to spread sunshine into the hearts of others, you must first have sunshine in your own heart.
--Roman Roland As long as you can see the false as true, then sincere laughter will follow, and can have almost the same effect as real laughter. --Annette Gudanhardt beauty.
9. Any poems in praise of lifeHow vast is life He Qifang
How vast is life.
Life is the ocean.
Wherever there is life there is joy and treasure.
To join a singing group, to act in a play,
to build a railroad, to be a pilot,
to sit in a laboratory, to write a poem,
to go skiing in the mountains,
to sail a boat on the waves,
to explore the North Pole, to collect plants in the tropics,
to take a tent and sleep out in the starlight.
To live the most unusual days,
To keep your eyes open in the mundane,
To light the fire of those around you with your own fire,
To discover the heart with the heart.
How vast is life.
How fragrant is life.
Wherever there is life, there is joy and treasure.