Words of Return helps me translate the meaning of the words with dots, and it must be correct. Tha

My classmates are too lazy, and I have a reference book.

1. Words of return: a literary style in ancient times, which generally corresponds to Fu. The subject of the word is poetry, while the subject of the fu is prose. The lyrics are mainly lyrical, while the fu is mainly narrative.

2. "Words of Return" is a lyrical fu created by the writer Tao Yuanming during the Jin and Song dynasties. This article was written at the beginning of the author's resignation, and it is a declaration of the author's departure from his career and return to the countryside. The full text describes the author's life interests and inner feelings after resigning and retiring, showing his understanding of officialdom and thinking about life, and expressing his spiritual sentiments of being clean and self-conscious.

1. The words in "Words of Return" are a kind of "words" and a kind of "fu", which are not explained, but are a kind of sentence structure and rhyme.

Rong Yun's prose. "Fu" is a form of literary expression that is between text and poetry, and has the characteristics of both poetry and literature. The title means "go back". Come, the expression tends to be a particle. Xi, a modal word.

2. This essay is not only a symbol of the turning point in Tao Yuanming's life, but also a peak of creation in the history of Chinese literature that expresses the consciousness of retreat. Through what he saw and thought on the way back to his hometown and what he saw after returning home, and imagined a secluded life in the future, the full text expresses the author's disgust with the officialdom at that time and his yearning for rural life, and at the same time reveals the poet's negative thoughts of "being happy and knowing his fate".

Returning, the countryside will not return! Both eyes are in the shape of the heart, and they are melancholy and sad? Realize that the past is not admonished, and those who know the future can be traced.

It's not far away, and I feel that today is but yesterday is not. The boat is far away with a light flutter, and the wind is fluttering and blowing clothes. Ask the husband the way forward, hate the morning light.

Go back, the countryside is about to be barren, why don't you go back!

If you think that your mind is enslaved by the body, why do you feel sad and sad alone?

Recognize that the mistakes of the past are irreparable, and know that the future can be recovered.

It's not too far to go astray, and I've realized that today is "yes" and yesterday is "no".

The return boat floated briskly, the breeze blowing the jacket.

Asking pedestrians about the road ahead, I hated that the morning light was still so faint and blurry.

When I saw the humble house in my hometown, I was so happy that I went straight forward.

The child servants came to greet them with joy, and the children waited at the door.

Although the courtyard path will be barren, the pine chrysanthemum in the garden still exists.

I dragged the toddler into the inner room, which was filled with wine bottles.

I took the flask and poured myself a drink, and looking at the branches in the courtyard really made me happy.

Leaning on the south window, I feel that it is easy to feel at ease in a humble room.

Walking in the garden every day is a pleasure in itself, and although there is a garden gate, it is often closed.

Take a walk or rest at a leisurely pace with a cane, and occasionally raise your head to look into the distance.

The clouds and smoke naturally drifted out of the cave, and the birds knew how to return when they were tired of flying.

As the sun darkened and the sun was about to set, I lingered as I stroked the lone pine.

Go back, I'm going to cut off my fellowship with outsiders.

Since the world is contrary to me, what can I ask for when I travel by car?

Relatives talk about their hearts and minds, and they can relieve their boredom and sorrows.

The peasants told me that spring had come, and that I was going to the west to cultivate the fields.

Some people drove tarpaulin carts, and some rowed a small boat.

Sometimes it follows a meandering stream into the valley, sometimes it follows a rugged path through the hills.

The trees are thriving, and the springs are beginning to trickle.

When I envy things, I lament that my life is coming to an end.

Forget it! How much time is there left between heaven and earth!

Why not let go and let life and death happen? Why do you want to go?

It is not my wish to seek wealth and wealth, and it is impossible to hope for a fairyland.

I just hope that the weather will be good, so I go out alone, or stick my cane in the field to remove grass and seedlings.

Climb the high post on the east side and let out a long roar, facing the clear flowing water and chant poems.

Let's just go to the end of life with the changes of nature, what is there to doubt about Lotte Anmei!

Let's go home! The countryside is about to be barren, so why not go back? Since his soul is enslaved by the body, why is he so frustrated and sad alone?

I repented of the irreparable mistakes of the past, but I firmly believed that I could make up for them in the years to come. In fact, I am not far from being lost, and I have realized that what I am doing is right and what I have done is wrong. The boat floated gently on the water, and the breeze blew the clothes.

When I asked pedestrians about the road ahead, I only felt regretful that the morning light was hazy and the sky was not bright. When I finally saw my humble door, I rushed forward with joy. The servants greeted happily, and the children waited at the door.

The path in the courtyard was overgrown with wild grass, and the pines and chrysanthemums were still the same; I took the children into the house, and the wine was already full. I took the jug and poured myself a drink, and admired the garden trees that made me happy; Leaning on the south window to express my pride in the world, (more) I feel that this small place is easy to make me feel at ease. It is very interesting to walk in the garden every day (alone), and the door of the garden is often closed; Walking around on crutches and resting, always looking up at the distance.

The white clouds naturally float out of the caves, and the weary birds know how to fly back to their nests; The sun was dim, and the mountain was about to set, and I couldn't bear to leave, my hand caressing the lone pine. Come back! I will cut off my fellowship with the world.

Everything about them doesn't match my interests, so what's the reason for driving out? How happy it is to talk to the old people in the village, and to break the sadness by playing the piano and reading; The farmer told me that spring had arrived and that he was going to work in the fields to the west. Sometimes in a towel car, sometimes in a lonely boat, not only to explore the deep ravine, but also to walk through the uneven hills.

The trees are thriving, the springs are flowing slowly, and I envy that everything has its own time, and I lament that my life is coming to an end. Forget it! How much time do you have left in the world, why don't you go or stay as you wish?

Why are you still unsure where you want to go? Wealth is not what I want, and there is no hope of ascending to the fairy world. I will cherish the beautiful scenery of that good day and enjoy it alone, or I will help the cane weeding and help the seedlings grow; I roared up the eastern hillside and sang the hymn by the clear stream; Let's go along with the creation and end your life, and take the destiny of heaven as your pleasure, what is there to hesitate about?

Translation: Go back! The countryside is about to be barren, why not return!

If you have enslaved your soul to the body, why should you be alone in sorrow and sorrow? I understand that the past cannot be saved; I know, I can make it up in the future. Really, it's not that far from being lost, I think today is not yesterday.

The boat swayed gently, and the wind blew on my jacket. Asking pedestrians about the distance ahead, I hate that the morning light is still so vague. I finally saw the eaves of my house, and I was full of joy while running.

The servant ran out to meet him, and the youngest son waited at the door. The "Three Paths" in the garden, which symbolizes the life of the hidden land, have been abandoned, but my beloved Songju has survived. He took the young son's hand and walked into the door, and he had prepared a bottle full of wine.

Raise the flask and the sake bottle to drink yourself, and smile leisurely as you look at the branches of the garden. Relying on the south window (there is a proud lone pine outside the window) to express my proud feelings, I really feel that this small space can make people feel at ease. Walking in the garden every day has become a pleasure, and although you have set up your home, you often close it off.

Walking and resting on crutches, always raising your head to the blue sky in the distance. The white clouds drifted out of the mountain unintentionally, and the birds knew how to return when they were tired of flying. The sunset is dim and will fall to the earth, and I still linger on the lone pine.

Returning, the countryside will not return! Both self-conscious and self-serving, melancholy and sad! Realize that the past is not admonished, and those who know the future can be traced. It's not far away, and I feel that today is but yesterday is not.

The boat swayed lightly, and the wind fluttered and blew clothes. Ask the husband the way forward, hate the morning light. It is Zhan Hengyu, and he is happy.

The servants are welcomed, and the children are waiting for the door. The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. Bring the child into the room, and there is a bottle of wine.

Introduce the pot to drink yourself, and the court is pleasant. Leaning on the south window to be proud, judging the ease of the knee. The garden is involved in the fun, although the door is set up and often closed.

Help the old to rest, and look at it from time to time. The clouds have no intention of going out, and the birds are tired of flying and know how to return. Jing Phong is a general, caressing a lonely pine and coiling.