The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie's The Wounded Family
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen's "Burning Song"
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Loser-Yan Shu.
Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.
The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.
Laughter comes from two faces.
Yan Shu, a famous prime minister and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, has an anthology called "Poems for Rain".
2. Poetry 1. Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village;
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
2.
Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
3.
Selected poems of Wang Wei
Meet sb. leave
I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.
You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.
Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
Send Zhang Wu back to the mountain.
Send you all the melancholy, and who will you send back?
Hold hands for a few days, and once you brush your clothes first.
There is a hut in Dongshan. Fortunately, it swept across Fei Jing.
When you thank the authorities, you won't worry.
Money was sent back to his hometown after failing the list.
(Farewell)
There were no hermits in the era of political clarity, and the service talents were for the administration of the imperial court.
Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's far from Junmen, but you find that your dedication is invalid.
In order to spend a day without fire on a river in the south, Luo Jing (a symbol) sews spring clothes.
After a long journey to buy wine (one goes to Chang 'an Road and the other to the pavilion), I will soon be left here by my friends.
You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
Guided by trees in the distance, this lonely rural city is in the twilight.
When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
Lantianshan Shimen Jingshe
The sunset is beautiful, and the ship will return to the air.
Exploring the strange (one for fun) is not far, because the supply is poor.
I love the distant Yunmu show (masterpiece), but at first I suspected that the road was different (masterpiece).
Ann (writer) knows desire, and I am connected with Qian Shan.
Give up the basics and ignore the policy, so it is just right.
There are four or five old monks living in the shade of pine and cypress.
Fanlin is not early (one side), and the night Zen Mountain (one heart) is quieter.
Tao Xin and (a friend) the shepherd boy, the world asked Chai Ke.
Under the long forest (a well), burn incense and lie on the Yao mat.
Houses are built with clothes that attack people, and mountains and moons reflect stone walls.
You will be more successful if you are afraid of making mistakes again.
Smile and thank the Taoyuan people, and the bonus will come back.
clear stream
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
Yang (performing) Yangfanling, where weeds are flourishing on both sides.
I have always been so pure in my heart, and Qing Chuan (Amin) is so light.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
4. "Five Songs of Returning to the Garden"
First of all:
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle. Grow in a cage
3. The sentence 1. Dad's love is a beam of sunshine in winter, which makes people who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world; Motherly love is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people in trouble see the hope of life again; Grandpa's love is a ballad floating in the air, bringing spiritual comfort to the desolate world.
2. Life, even if it can be vigorous, will not last long, and dullness is the last swan song. The meaning of life is deeply contained in ordinary life. Dull is true. Tomorrow the sun will shine on the world, and we will all start our seemingly dull but colorful life. ...
With a heart that cherishes happiness, we will always be grateful to the people and things around us. Only in this way will we be more satisfied with life and less complaining, and you will live a life with many flavors.
The wind, so gentle, drives the young trees and the grass to dance together. When a breeze blows, it's like my mother's hand gently caressing her face. I like that feeling, cool and refreshing. To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by delicious food, delicacies and silks and satins. Nature is the most precious thing that God has given to mankind.
Bits of pain and joy missed many subtle changes and got together, thus creating a road of life. On the road of life, every step of the experience allows us to see life through the bits and pieces of life. Watching the condensation of every bit of experience in life has created a brilliant life.
6. Every bit of life, every day, every moment, as long as you give me a kind smile, I will give you a lifetime of happiness; Just give me a deep hug and I will give you the warmth of your life.
7. Sometimes in life, you will find a special friend; He is only a part of your life, but he can change your life. He will make you laugh; He will convince you that there is truth in the world. He will convince you that there is really an unlocked door waiting for you to open. This is forever friendship.
8. Life is a kaleidoscope, in which all the ups and downs are hidden. Relax, look down on life and be happy. Living is a kind of mood, not giving in to strength, not afraid of suffering and glory, living for experience, living for ideals and living for realizing one's own value.
9. Happiness is a glass ball. When it falls to the ground, it will break into many pieces. Everyone can pick it up. If you are lucky, you can pick up a lot of pieces. When picking up broken glass fragments, they will be punctured by sharp fragments carelessly, which will make people who want to be happy when picking up fragments feel pain. In fact, life is just some injuries, some setbacks, some helplessness and some sighs. If you want happiness, you can only work hard, strive for it, and change it with your own hands.
10. Life is incomplete, which is not terrible. The terrible thing is that we always live in the past, live in memories, refuse to face the present, and face today, and miss many beautiful things. Really let go, in fact, as long as you can understand, everything will pass, everything will be fine, hope is still there, beauty is still there, and happiness is still there. I can't let it go, always tangled, my heart will be very painful and my heart will be very tired.
1 1. In life, what is easy won't last long, and what is long won't come so easy. If you have a good memory, it will sometimes be a burden; If you forget the past, sometimes you will be happy. It is precisely because there are cracks in life that the sun shines in and makes people feel warm; Because life is not perfect, we will pursue and think.
12. Don't be confused, don't fall in love. Not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past. Live your life indifferently, don't be vigorous, just feel at ease. Okay, then.
13. Life is full, not as much as you want, but it adds a lot of happiness and unhappiness. When you meet a person who wants to be together, just pick a dull, calm, expensive and unique one and spend the rest of your life together.
14. No matter how beautiful the melody is, there will be emotional sadness; Look forward to, there will be disappointment; No matter how low-key the story is, it will be stubborn; No matter how pure the words are, there will be sadness; No matter how touching, it can't wait forever. Life has its ups and downs. You can't lose your mood unless you walk into a dead end.
15. Every time I turn around in bed at night, I don't know what I want and what kind of life I want! Is life too empty now, or is it too empty inside? What happened to us? Do we always like moaning, or do we really like this self-deception idea? Living a clean and happy life, but I can't laugh. Are we asking too much, or are we giving too little?
4. In ancient poems, it is described that "it is not good to live in a comfortable environment":
1. Born in sorrow and died in happiness-Mencius said to his son
2. If you enter, you can't have a home, but if you leave, you will be invincible against foreign invasion, and the country will perish-"Mencius Sue"
3. "The Seven Laws. Persuade "Wang Baochi
Learning from the forest to explore the road is far-reaching, and no one has ever seen the wonders.
Since ancient times, great talents have suffered a lot, and there have never been many great men.
The book is wonderful, the scenery is diligent, and the deep spring is bitter.
After romance, I am willing to fall behind others and stay away from the front.
4. "Ode to the Opening Class" by Zen Master Don Juan Berry
Dusting is very tiring, so do it tightly with the end of the rope.
How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold?
5. Diligent articles about "warning the world"
There are fields that don't plow, and books that don't read children and grandchildren.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
If you don't study hard when you are young, you will regret studying late when you are old.
When the book is used, I hate it less. It's not difficult. Let's talk about it later.
The bench will be cold for ten years, and the article will not be empty.
Wisdom comes from diligence, and greatness comes from the ordinary.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
You must work hard if you want to survive and be rich.
6. "Introduction to the Five Dynasties Stone Spirit View" Song Ouyang Xiu
Oh! The truth of ups and downs, although called destiny, is not human nature! The original Zhuang Zong won the world for a better reason than those who lost it.
It is said that the king of Jin will eventually give three arrows and tell him, "Liang, I hate him;" Prince, what I represent; I made an appointment with the Khitan brothers; Everyone went back to Jin and Liang. I hate these three. With your three arrows, you will never forget your father's ambition! " Zhuang Zong was hidden in the temple. Later, when fighting, he sent someone to tell the temple with a small supervisor, asking for his arrow, filling his move, opening up passively, and returning in triumph.
It was Yan and his son who wrote that Liang Junchen was the first king, entered the ancestral temple and went back to the first king to tell him that he had succeeded. He is full of energy and can be described as powerful! And the enemy has been destroyed, the world has been decided, a woman cries at night, and the chaos should be four. When the soldiers see the thief, they disperse, and the monarch and the minister care about each other and don't know where to go. As for swearing, breaking my hair and crying, how bad! Is it hard to get and easy to lose? Suppress the traces of its success or failure, but all come from others?
"Book" said: "Full loss, modest profit." It is natural that fatigue can rejuvenate the country and leisure can die. Therefore, Fang Qisheng is also a hero in the world and cannot compete with him. And its decline, dozens of actors trapped, the country died and died, laughing at the world. Husband's misfortune often makes a mickle, but wisdom and courage are trapped in drowning, so he is a lonely person! Make the biography of Lingguan.
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5. The poem describing the poet's leisure state in the afternoon is "Returning to the Garden" (1) Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
This poem vividly describes the poet's life and feelings after he retired, and expresses the author's happy mood and idyllic pleasure after he resigned from his post and retired, thus showing his love for pastoral life, and embodying Tao Yuanming's beautiful sentiment of pursuing freedom, being content with poverty, living in seclusion in Shan Ye, being far away from officialdom and being detached from the common customs.
Drinking (5) Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
The poet realized the true meaning of life from the beautiful nature: to be close to nature without seeking external things, but dry language is not enough to express the subtlety and panorama of this true meaning.
I am in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, Wang Wei.
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Wang Wei's poems and paintings are full of Zen, and he is known as "Shi Fo" in the history of literature. This poem does not depict the specific scenery of mountains and rivers, but focuses on expressing the carefree mood of the poet when he lives in seclusion in the mountains. The first six sentences of the poem are natural and quiet, and the poet's image is like an out-of-touch master. He doesn't care about the world and regards mountains as heaven. You can enjoy the beauty of nature anytime and anywhere without deliberately exploring secluded places. The last two sentences introduce people's activities, bring life breath, and the poet's image is more amiable.
Early Autumn Forest in Tang Wang Wei's Works
No talent can live up to the eternal, missing the bamboo fence on the east coast.
It's not because of the child's early marriage, but because money hates to resign and retire too late.
Crickets in autumn thatched cottage are more anxious, and cicadas are singing in the mountains near dusk.
Lonely and lonely in front of the firewood door, people go to the empty building, and I am alone with Baiyun.
The poet lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and lived a leisurely and quiet life in the cold. Walking in the forest every day, accompanied by white clouds, like idle clouds and wild cranes, is full of seclusion.
Like a dream (on) Tang Qingzhao
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
One summer evening, a young poetess who returned from a trip was boating on the Qingxi River, watching the beautiful scenery of lotus flowers in full bloom and seagulls flying, and her heart was filled with youthful joy.
Yu Gezi Zhang Tang He Zhi
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
The author is a landscape painter, and the word is full of paintings. The green hills in the rain, the fishing boats on the river, the egrets in the sky and the hearts on both sides of the river are brightly colored but soft, and the atmosphere is quiet but full of vitality. This not only reflects the author's artistic ingenuity, but also reflects his lofty, profound, carefree and refined interest. This word expresses the author's love for freedom and nature in the beautiful water town and the idealized fisherman's life.
Forty-eight Ancient Fu Poems (Nineteenth) Shi Huikai of Tang Dynasty
There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.
Flowers are in full bloom in spring, and the moonlight is bright in autumn. It's cool in summer and snowy in winter. As long as one is carefree, it is the best season on earth.
Send Che Ling master Liu Tang Changqing.
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
This poem describes the poet's mood when he sent Che Ling back to Zhikulin Temple in the evening. It is a famous landscape poem in the Tang Dynasty, which is lyrical on the spot, ingenious in conception, refined in language, simple and beautiful.
Three Summer Poems (I) Song Zhang Lei
The days in summer are very long, the wind in the village is very clear, and there are many swallows living under the eaves, and their wings have grown up.
Butterflies spread their wings on the branches that bloom at noon. On a sunny day, spiders make a spider's web in the corner.
The moonlight shines on the curtain, leans on the pillow, and listens to the murmur of the stream.
Long gray hair is like frost and snow now, and I always want to be a woodcutter or fisherman to spend my life!
This poem expresses the poet's love for a quiet and peaceful life by describing the images of birds, butterflies and spiders at midnight in summer. It expresses the poet's feelings of being indifferent to fame and fortune, hating the secular and wanting to live in seclusion.