Seek a poem that travels everywhere in the southeast and northwest

Author Bai Juyi

Dynasty Tang

Gufeng County, Xuzhou, there is a village called Zhu Chen.

going to the county for more than a hundred miles, the mulberry leaves are full of fragrance.

the shuttle creaks, and the cows and donkeys walk around.

women collect water from streams, while men collect salaries from mountains.

the county is far away from officials and few things, and the mountains are deep and the people are vulgar.

if you have money, you can't do business, and if you have a job, you can't join the army.

every family keeps the village business, and it's too white to go out.

life is the people of the village, and death is the dust of the village.

Tanaka, old and young, meet He Xinxin.

there are only two surnames in a village, and marriage is the only thing in the world.

close relatives live in groups, while those who travel less have groups.

yellow chicken and white wine will have fun every ten days.

the living are not far apart, so marry the first neighbor.

the dead are buried not far away, and the graves often go around the village.

live and die in peace, but don't be bitter with God.

therefore, I often see my great-grandson.

I was born with courtesy and righteousness, and I was young, lonely and poor.

learning to distinguish between right and wrong only brings hard work.

the world law values the famous religion, while the scholars value the crown marriage.

from this, the belief is a great fallacy.

at the age of ten, you can read, and at the age of fifteen, you can be a writer.

twenty are scholars, and thirty are admonishers.

I have a wife who is tired, but I have a royal family.

I hope this is a disgrace to my family and country.

I remember the beginning of my trip yesterday, and it's the fifteenth spring of this year.

a solitary boat is suitable for Chu, and a horse crosses Qin.

there is hunger in the daytime, and there is no peace of mind at night.

things don't stay, but they come and go like clouds.

when you leave your hometown, your flesh and blood are separated.

Jiangnan and Jiangbei have their own life relatives.

I'll never see you again, but the dead will hear about it every other year.

I lie in sorrow till dusk, and cry in the evening until morning.

sadness burns the heart, and sorrow and frost invade the roots of the temples.

I have suffered so much all my life, and I envy the people in the village.