What poems describe "life is busy but full"?

Poems describing "life is busy and full" are:

First, Sai Qiu Hong became famous and Wan Li was as busy as a swallow

Yuan Dynasty: Xue Anfu

Fame: Wan Li is as busy as a swallow and as thin as a thread. Time flies like electricity, and the wind and frost are white. When you do your best, you will retire. Have you seen it under the forest? Up to now, pengze county is desolate.

Interpretation: For the sake of fame, I ran like a swallow. Elegant and refined tradition, as weak as silk thread. Time is like blink of an eye, like lightning. The weather-beaten temples suddenly became as white as pixels. They say I'm going to be an official soon, but where have I seen it in the mountains? Until now, hermits like Tao Yuanming, the magistrate of Pengze County, are still lonely and unaccompanied.

Second, look at cutting wheat.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Interpretation: Farmers rarely have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry food in bamboo baskets and children carry water in pots. Follow each other to deliver food in the fields, and the men who collect wheat are all in Nangang.

Third, there are two songs by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in early spring.

Tang dynasty: Han Yu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young.

As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.

Interpretation: There is much silk rain over the Capital Avenue. As delicate and moist as ghee, the grass colors in the distance are faintly connected, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows. Don't say that you are too busy with official business, and you are old. You have lost the mood of catching up with spring when you were a teenager. Please take time to go to the riverside for a spring outing to see if the willow color is already dark.

Fourth, the man Fang Ting, the snail's horn, is a hollow reputation.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

What's so noisy about a nickname named Xiao Li? The cause of fame and fortune is not necessarily strong, and the loser is not necessarily weak. Hurry up, throw off the shackles, indulge yourself and be carefree while you are idle. Even if it's only a hundred years, I'll get drunk and run 36000 yards. Let me do my job: you must let me go.

Think about it. How much can you do? Worried about the wind and rain, half hinder each other. Why waste your breath talking short? It is better to face the breeze and bright moon, take moss as a mattress and high clouds as a screen, and live quietly. Living in the south of the Yangtze River, one minute drinking, an elegant "Man Ting square".

Interpretation: What's worth keeping busy for a nominal profit? The gain and loss of fame and fortune are all free karma, the winner may not be strong, and the loser may not be weak. Come on, while you are free, throw off the shackles, indulge yourself and be comfortable. Even if it's only a hundred years, I'm willing to get drunk for 36 thousand games.

Meditation, half the days of my life are disturbed by sadness and wind and rain. What's the point of gossiping all the time? It is better to face the breeze and bright moon, take moss as a mattress and high clouds as a curtain, and live in peace. How good life is in the south of the Yangtze River, a thousand minutes of fine wine and an elegant "Man Ting Square".

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Jiangchengzi

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Drunk and wandering in Qingming Festival. Yinger is crazy. Yaner is crazy. Cui Gai Hong Ying, busy on the road. Remember to meet under the weeping willows, carve Yu Pei, and put on golden clothes.

Spring or old spring. Peach blossom fragrance. Li and a faint dark red, with new makeup. I am disappointed that people who love flowers don't see me. My songs are full of tears.

Commentary: The sunny weather intoxicated the young lang who went out to play. The oriole and the swallow are flying wildly. Cars, horses and pedestrians are in a hurry on the avenue. I remember when we met under the weeping willows, we wore carved Yu Pei and neat and exquisite clothes. Spring is still the spring before, peach blossoms and plum blossoms are still fragrant, and pale and crimson flowers are vying for their new makeup. But I am sad that the person who loves flowers will never see it again. I sang a song and left a few lines of tears.