What do you mean by "don't laugh at farm wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years"?

In the harvest year, simple farmers brew their own wax wine, kill chickens and pigs, and entertain guests with hospitality. Don't laugh at the muddy wine pulp, the peasant enthusiasm overflowing from the wine fragrance has long been fascinating.

This sentence comes from the poet Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village.

This is a lyric poem about travel, which describes the daily life in rural areas in the south of the Yangtze River. The poet closely follows the word "you" in his poems, but he does not describe the process of visiting the village in detail, but cuts out the experience of visiting the village to show his endless interest in swimming. In the whole poem, the first poet travels to the farmhouse, the second one writes about the scenery outside the village, copying the events in the village, and the last one writes about frequent night trips. Although each has its own emphasis, it runs through the whole village, harmoniously unifying the beautiful natural scenery and simple villagers' customs in a complete picture, forming a beautiful artistic conception and a calm and meaningful style. The theme of this poem is relatively common, but the idea is novel and ingenious, the technique is crude, and it is naturally interesting without scribbling.

Full text:

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Translation:

In the harvest year, simple farmers brew their own wax wine, kill chickens and pigs, and entertain guests with hospitality. Don't laugh at the muddy wine pulp, the peasant enthusiasm overflowing from the wine fragrance has long been fascinating.

Looking for it, the mountains overlap and the streams meander. It seems that there is no way out. Moving on, suddenly, another village appeared in front of you.

The Spring Festival is coming, and the village is full of flute and drum sounds. Farmers' clothes and felt hats, simple and honest ancient style still exist, this is a fresh and simple pastoral scenery!

From now on, if you (the farmer) agree with me to visit at any time, I will knock on the door with crutches and moonlight when I am free.