Tao Yuanming s poems describing pastoral songs

1. "Drinking: Part 5".

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Translation: Build a house where people come and go, but without the noise of worldly interactions. If you ask me why I am like this, as long as I have high aspirations, I will naturally feel that I am in a secluded place.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the distant Nanshan Mountain comes into view. In the evening, the scenery of Nanshan is very good, the mist peaks are swirling, and the birds return together. This contains the true meaning of life, and I want to distinguish it clearly, but I have forgotten how to express it.

2. "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home: Part III".

Planting beans in the south of the mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.

It is not a pity to stain the clothes, but the wish is not violated.

Translation: I planted beans at the foot of the South Mountain, and the weeds were in the field.

Lush bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning to go down to the ground to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night. The trail was narrow and overgrown with vegetation, and the dew at night soaked my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes get wet, but I hope I don't go against my will to retreat.

3. "Twelve Miscellaneous Poems: Part I".

Life has no roots, floating like dust.

Scattered and wind-by-wind, this is not the case.

Landing as brothers, why bother with flesh and blood!

Have fun and drink and gather next to each other.

If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day.

Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others.

Translation: Life in the world is like a tree without roots, a flower without a stem, and like dust drifting in the wind on the road. Life is drifting with the wind, life has gone through hardships, and people are no longer what they used to be.

Everyone who comes to this world should be brothers, so why should they just be flesh and blood? When you are happy, you should have fun, and if you have wine, you should invite your neighbors to drink with you. Once the good years of youth have passed, they will never come back, and you will never see a second sunrise in one day.

You should take advantage of the prime of life to encourage yourself to work hard, and time will pass, and you will not wait for others.

Fourth, "Four Hours".

The spring water is full of four rivers, and the summer clouds are full of strange peaks.

Autumn Moon. Yang Minghui, Dongling shows a lone pine.

Translation: Spring water overflows the fields and waters, and the summer clouds are unpredictable, like strange peaks rising suddenly, in a thousand forms. The autumn moon is shining, and everything is covered with a layer of blurred colors under the moonlight, and a green pine on the high ridge in winter shows vitality in the bitter cold.

5. "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home: Part II".

There are few people in the wilderness, and the poor alleys are oligo.

Cover the thorns during the day, and think about the dust in the empty room.

In the song of the ruins, the grass comes and goes.

There is no gossip when we meet, but the Tao Sang is long.

The mulberry days have been long, and my soil has been extensive.

Often afraid of frost and hail, scattered and reckless.

Translation: Living in the suburbs, it is rare to socialize with people, and there are few cars and horses in the remote alleys. During the day, the door is closed, and all earthly ideas are screened in the quiet room.

After farming, he went to the field from time to time, brushed the grass, and socialized with the farmers at will. After meeting, we don't talk about worldly things, but only about the growth of mulberry and hemp in the countryside. The mulberry hemp in the field has grown taller, and the area of land I have cultivated has also increased.

I often worry that frost and snow will fall suddenly, and the crops will wither like grass.