What are the poems that express "ordinary"?

1, inscription of humble room in Yuxi, Liu Tang.

The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?

Interpretation: The mountain is not high, but it is famous for its immortals. The water is not deep, and with the dragon, it seems to have aura. This is a humble house, but I (the people who live in it) have a good moral character (so I don't feel humble). The moss marks on the steps are green; The grass is green and reflected in the curtains. All the people who come here to talk and laugh are knowledgeable scholars. Those without shallow knowledge can play the unpretentious guqin and read Buddhist scriptures. No music, no official documents. There is Zhuge Liang Caotang in Nanyang and Yangzi Yunting in West Shu. Confucius said: What's so simple about this?

2. Wang Song Anshi's "January Day"

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

Interpretation: In the sound of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.

3. Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Interpretation: Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation. Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold. Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.

4, Tang Du Mu "Qingming"

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Interpretation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and pedestrians on the road were down and out. Asked the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows, the shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.

5. Tang Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Interpretation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.