Encyclopedia of pastoral poems and ancient poems

1. Mount Zhongnan

1. Original: its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared. The central peak divides the south - west, and the mountain valleys are varied. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?

2. The majestic Mount Zhongnan is near Chang 'an City, and the mountains are connected with the mountains and extend to the seaside. Looking back at the white clouds rolling down the mountain, the green mist disappeared into the mountain. The central main peak separates the south from the east and the west, and the valleys between the mountains are different and changeable. I want to find a family to stay in the mountains. Is it convenient to ask the woodcutter across the water?

3. The author is Wang Wei, whose name is Moshu. He is from Puzhou, Hedong, and his ancestral home is Qixian, Shanxi. A famous poet and painter in the Tang Dynasty.

2. Passing the Old Man's Village

1. Original: preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

2. My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken, and invited me to visit his simple family. Outside the village is surrounded by a circle of green trees, and the suburbs are covered with green hills. Pushing open the window, we face the fields and nurseries, drinking wine and chatting about farming Sang Ma. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September, and try chrysanthemum wine again!

3. The author Meng Haoran is a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Xiangyang people in Xiangzhou are known as "Meng Xiangyang" in the world. After he was released, he lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain and wrote more than 2 poems. Meng Haoran and another pastoral poet, Wang Wei, are called "Wang Meng".

Third, in my lodge at wang chuan after a long rain

1. Original text: the woods have stored the rain, and slow comes the smoke, steaming quinoa and cooking millet to pay for Dongmao. Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, and mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees. I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morning glories, to eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine. To yield the post of honour to any boor at all, why should I frighten sea gulls, even with a thought?.

2. It has been raining for a long time, and the wet fireworks in the forest field are difficult to rise; Cook the food and give it to the people who work in the village east. The paddy field is vast, and a line of egrets fly away; In the shade of summer, there was an oriole crying. Cultivate the nature in the mountains, and watch the morning blooming and the evening fading; Matsushita vegetarian, and dew-folded sunflower do not touch meat. The village man is old, and there is no gap with me; Seagulls are suspicious, why don't they believe in dancing?

3. Author Wang Wei, Zi Mo, Han nationality, from Puzhou, Hedong, was born in Qixian County, Shanxi Province, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and was known as "Shi Fo". In the ninth year of Kaiyuan, he was a scholar, and he was appointed as Tailecheng. Wang Wei is a representative of the poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Today, there are more than 4 poems, including Acacia and an autumn evening in the mountains. Wang Wei is proficient in Buddhism and is greatly influenced by Zen. Together with Meng Haoran, it is called "Wang Meng".

iv. my retreat at mount zhongnan

1. Original: my heart in middle age found the Way, and I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to go to play, there is a happy thing to enjoy self - appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the origin, or sit to see the rise of the ever-changing cloud. Occasionally in the woods meet a village elders, I chat with him chat often forget the return home.

2. After middle age, I have a strong heart of kindness, and I didn't settle down in the border of Zhongnanshan until my later years. When I am interested, I often go to play alone, and I enjoy myself and indulge in myself when I am happy. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the rising clouds change. I happened to meet a country elder in the Woods, and I often forgot to go home when I talked and laughed with him.

3. Author Wang Wei.

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1. Original text: There is no suitable rhyme, and the nature loves Qiushan. I slipped into the official career net, and has been away from the field for more than ten years. The cage bird is often attached to the past forest, the fish in the pool yearning for the past abyss. I would like to open up wasteland at the Minamino, keep my humble nature to the field. Around the house is about ten acres of land, and the thatched cottage of the thatched cottage. The willow trees cover the eaves of the house, the peach and the Li Lieman before the pre-hospital. The nearby village of the nearby village faintly visible, the village drift Ni smoke. A few dogs barked in the lane, and the mulberry tree was called with a cock. There is no dust clutter in the courtyard, some in the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Long trapped in a cage without freedom, I finally return to the forest today.

2. When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, but I was born to love the natural scenery. It has been more than ten years since I fell into the trap of official career and stayed away from the countryside in a blink of an eye. Birds in cages miss the forest where they used to live, and fish in pools miss the deep pools where they used to play. I would like to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south, and go home to farm fields according to my foolish mind.

There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and grass huts. Elm and willow trees shaded the back eaves, and peach and plum trees were planted neatly in front of the house. Houses in neighboring villages are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke from kitchen chimneys is floating above the village. Several dogs barked in the deep streets and lanes, and roosters kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees. There are no worldly chores in the courtyard, and there are plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room. Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to the forest mountain today.

3. The author, Tao Yuanming, with bright characters, also known as Qian, is known as Mr. Jingjie in the world and is from Chaisang, Xunyang. A great poet and lyricist from the end of Eastern Jin Dynasty to the beginning of Southern Song Dynasty. He once served as Jiangzhou Drink Sacrifice, Jianwei Join the Army, Zhenjun Join the Army, pengze county Order, etc. After more than 8 days, he left his post and retired to the countryside. He is the first pastoral poet in China, known as the "Sect of Hermit Poets in Ancient and Modern Times", and has The Collection of Tao Yuanming.

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Tao Yuanming has the largest number of pastoral poems and the highest achievements. Tao Yuanming is the pioneer of pastoral poetry. His pastoral poetry, with its simple and natural language and lofty artistic conception, has opened up a new world for China's poetic circles and directly influenced the pastoral poetry school in the Tang Dynasty. In his pastoral poems, his boredom with dirty reality and his love for quiet rural life can be seen everywhere. For example, the third song of "Returning to the Garden" is a powerful proof, which is the progress of his pastoral poetry.

Tao Yuanming's pastoral seclusion poems had a great influence on poets in Tang and Song Dynasties. Du Fu's poem says: "Relieved mind should be wine, and it's better to send happiness than poetry, which means that I will wait for you after my life." Su Dongpo, a poet in the Song Dynasty, spoke highly of Tao Qian: "Poems in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties seem to be slow at first sight, but there are strange sentences when they are familiar with them. ..... Only when the rate is high and the meaning is far, the meaning is wonderful, and the language is refined, so it can be like this. It's like a great craftsman carrying a catty, but he doesn't see the mark of an axe. "

Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Tao Yuanming.