Kankarima, the first 3 advances, translation and interpretation of Kankarima

Single side is the evening evening.

Of course, it is the early trip to the side of Shang Mountain.

Date: [Tang].

Genre: [Five Rules].

Category: [Detention Travel].

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, citrus aurantium flower Ming post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Moonlit Night (Du Fu).

Tonight, 鄜 (fū) Zhou Yue, the boudoir only looks alone.

Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold.

When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry.

The fisherman is proud of Qiusi.

Fan Zhongyan. The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed.

A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying.

Looking south of the river. Wen Tingyun.

Freshen up, leaning on the river tower alone.

Thousands of sails are not, and the slanting veins are long.

Jiangchengzi Mizhou hunting.

The old man chatted about juvenile madness. The left leads the yellow, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat mink Qiu, and the thousand horses roll Pinggang.

In order to repay the city, follow the Taishou, shoot the tiger in person, and watch Sun Lang.

The wine is still open. Sideburns are slightly creamy, so what's the matter! In the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent?

Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf.

Guanjia Maibai Juyi (then the county lieutenant of Xukuo).

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May. The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp. He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back. I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman, holding her son by her side. The right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad. The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer. There are 300 stones, and there is surplus food for the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

--All Tang Poems, vol. 424 6

Guanjiamai (Tang) Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp.

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

And there was a poor woman, with a child beside her.

The right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have today? I didn't do anything about farming.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

興 (yì) wheat.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rises at night, and the wheat is covered (fù) 陇 (lǒng) yellow.

女姑荷 (hè) 箪 (dān) 食 (shí), 童稚 (zhì) carries pot pulp (jiāng).

相随饷 (xiǎng) Tian went, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang (gāng).

The feet are steaming in the summer and the earth is hot, and the back is burning (zhuó) in the hot sky.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor (pín) woman with a child beside her.

The right hand is bǐng, and the left arm is suspended.

Listen to their words, and those who hear them are sad (wèi).

The family field tax (shuì) is exhausted, and this is to fill the hungry intestines.

What merit do I have today, I have not been a farmer.

吏 (lì) 禄 (lù) three hundred stone (dàn), years of Yan (yàn) have surplus grain.

I can't forget this self-ashamed (kuì) for a long time.

Translations. Farmhouses rarely have a free month, and people are busier when May comes.

During the night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covering the ridges was ripe and yellow.

Women carry rice in bamboo baskets and children carrying syrup in pots, and follow each other to bring food to those who work in the fields, and the men who harvest wheat are all in Nangang.

The feet are fumigated by the heat of the ground, and the spine is baked by the hot sun.

Exhausted, as if not knowing that the weather is hot, just cherishing the long days of summer.

And he saw a poor woman, holding her child beside the harvester, picking up the lost ears of wheat in her right hand and a broken basket hanging from her left arm.

Listening to her look at others and talking, everyone who heard them felt sad for her.

Because he paid rent and taxes and sold all his farmland, he had to gather some ears of wheat to fill his hunger.

Now I have no merit and virtue, but I don't have to engage in farming.

He received a salary of 300 stone and rice a year, and there was still surplus grain at the end of the year.

I feel ashamed to think of this, and I can't forget it all day long.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt are eating lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp, and goes with the field, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Enough to steam the summer and rustic, the back burns the sky, and I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There was a poor woman with her son beside her, her right hand holding a spike, and her left arm hanging from a basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus food in the year, and I am ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it.

1. Original text: "Guanjiamai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt are eating lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp, and goes with the field, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Enough to steam the summer and rustic, the back burns the sky, and I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There was a poor woman with her son beside her, her right hand holding a spike, and her left arm hanging from a basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have today? I didn't do anything about farming.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus food in the year, and I am ashamed to read this, and I can't forget it.

2. Translation: Farmers rarely have a free month, and people are busier when May comes.

During the night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covering the ridges was ripe and yellow.

The women carried the food in bamboo baskets and the children carried water in pots, and followed each other to the fields to deliver food, and the men who harvested the wheat were all in Nangang.

Their feet were fumigated by the heat of the ground, and the scorching sun was basking on their spines.

Exhausted, as if not knowing that the weather is hot, just cherishing the long days of summer.

And he saw a poor woman, standing beside the harvester with her child in her arms, with the gleaned ears of wheat in her right hand and a broken basket hanging from her left arm.

Listening to her look at others and talking, everyone who heard them felt sad for her.

Because of the rent and taxes, the family's fields have been sold, so they have to gather some ears of wheat to fill their hunger.

Now I have no merit and virtue, but I don't have to engage in farming.

He received a salary of 300 stone and rice a year, and there was still surplus grain at the end of the year.

I was secretly ashamed to think of this, and I never forgot it all day and night.

興 (yì) wheat (Tang) Bai Juyi.

The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rises at night, and the wheat is covered (fù) 陇 (lǒng) yellow.

女姑荷 (hè) 箪 (dān) 食 (sì), 童稚 (zhì) carry pot pulp.

相随饷 (shǎng) Tian goes, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang (gāng).

The feet are steaming in the summer and the earth is hot, and the back is burning (zhuó) in the hot sky.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor (pín) woman with a child beside her.

The right hand is bǐng, and the left arm is suspended.

Listen to their words, and those who hear them are sad (wèi).

The family field tax (shuì) is exhausted, and this is to fill the hungry intestines.

What merit do I have today, I have not been a farmer.

吏 (lì) 禄 (lù) three hundred stone (dàn), years of Yan (yàn) have surplus grain.

I can't forget this self-ashamed (kuì) for a long time.

Bai Juyi. The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May.

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp.

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the sun is burning in the back.

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

And there was a poor woman, with a child beside her.

The right hand holds the ear, and the left arm hangs the basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer.

There are 300 stones, and there is surplus grain in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it.

刈 (yì): cut.

Cover the ridges: When the wheat is ripe, it covers the ridges. Cover: cover, long: the same as "ridge", here refers to the ridge planted in the farmland.

Daughter-in-law: daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, here refers to women in general.

Lotus Food: Carrying food in round bamboo vessels. 荷 (hè): shoulder pick, 箪 (dān) 食: food held in bamboo baskets.

Children carry pot pulp: children carry soup in pots. Pulp: A slightly sour drink in ancient times, also referring to wine.

饷 (xiǎng) 田: Deliver food to people who work in the fields.

Feet are fumigated by the heat of the ground.

Bing (bǐng): to hold.

Never been: Never.

Nongsang: farming and sericulture.

年晏 (yàn): 年末 晏, late.

石 (shi): a unit of weight, pronounced dàn in ancient Chinese

Minamioka: The name of the land is a laughing celery.

Thing: Engaged. Stone: An ancient unit of measurement.

Ding Zhuang: A young and middle-aged man.