Eight ancient poems

Song Xin qi Ji

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Precious famous horses, gorgeous carved cars, carrying beautiful people through, the aroma filled the whole street. Xiao Sheng is like a song, the moon is in the sky, time passes quietly, and lanterns (fish lanterns and dragon lanterns) bloom all night, which is beautiful. Beauty is like a flower, and a lady is like a cloud. They are charming and charming all the way, drifting away with a faint fragrance. However, they are not the people in my heart. It's late at night, and the person I've been looking for thousands of times has not appeared yet. My heart is full of fatigue and loss. Inadvertently looking back, I found her standing quietly in that sparsely lit place.

Drink wine/alcohol

Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

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My home is built on a busy road, and people live together, but I never bother to entertain people and make noise.

Ask me how I can be so extraordinary, free and easy, and my mind is naturally quiet and far away from the world.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east wall, I was in a trance, and suddenly I looked up at the scenery of Nanshan.

In the twilight, colorful fog fills the air, and flocks of birds return to the embrace of Xiangyuan Mountain.

Nanzhi, this is the true meaning of life, how can I express the profundity in my heart!

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

Wangweitang

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

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After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

After middle age, I hated the hustle and bustle of dust and customs, believed in Buddhism, settled in the border of Nanshan in my later years, and often traveled around.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

When you are in the mood, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery alone. This beautiful thing can only be enjoyed by oneself.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Careless walking, unconsciously, came to the end of the running water, seeing that there was no way to go, just sat down and watched the leisurely and unintentional clouds rise and drift.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

I met an old man by chance in the forest, so I talked with him about the water in the mountains, so I stayed with him and forgot the time to go back.

Rural work in spring

Wang Wei

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.

Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

In the face of sudden disobedience, Philip Burkart Bin was disappointed.

Translation:

Turtledove, which is hard to see in winter, flew to the village early with the coming of spring and sang on the house from time to time. The apricot flowers in the village opened before the peach blossoms, and the whole village was hidden in a piece of white apricot flowers. Farmers can't stay at home any longer. Some of them prune mulberry branches with axes, while others check the passage of spring water with hoes. The swallow came back, flew on the roof beam, and whispered beside the nest, as if she could still know its nest, while the old owner in the house was reading the New Year's calendar. I really want to have a good drink, but I stop at wine. I can't help feeling sorry and disappointed at the thought that people who are far away from home can't enjoy and appreciate this kind of life.

make an appointment

Southern Song Dynasty ● Zhao Shixiu

It rains at home in Huangmei season.

Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

I can't make an appointment for midnight,

Knock the chess pieces at will and fall black and blue.

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One rainy night,

There are bursts of frogs in the country pond.

It's past midnight to wait for friends to play chess as agreed.

Bored to knock on chess pieces, the lights fell on the chess table.

Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple

(Tang) Chang Jian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

In the morning, when I strolled to this ancient temple, the rising sun shone on the towering jungle.

A winding path leads to a secluded distance, where there is a meditation room covered with flowers and trees.

The mountains are clear, the birds are singing happily, and the reflection in the deep pool makes people feel ethereal.

Everything was quiet, except the sound of the clock plate echoing in the air.

Send Master Che Ling.

Don Liu Changqing

From the temple, deep in the bamboo,

There was a deep sound of the evening bell.

When the pilgrim's hat carries the sunset,

Getting farther and farther away from Qingshan.

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Kikulingi in the green forest,

The sound of the late bell came from a distance.

I am wearing a hat, covered with the afterglow of the sunset.

Go back to Qingshan alone.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Author: Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

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The dead vine old tree-dwelling crow returns to its nest at dusk,

The flowing water by the bridge reflects several families.

On the desolate ancient road, a wanderer riding a thin horse came to meet the bleak autumn wind.

The sun has set, and the wandering wanderer is still in the end of the world.