Translation for Tour Shanxi Village

Travel to Shanxi Village Translation:

Don’t laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In years of good harvest, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich. The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.

The day of playing the flute and playing the drum in the Spring Society is approaching, but the villagers still retain the ancient custom of simple clothes. In the future, if I can still take advantage of the beautiful moonlight to go out for leisurely walks, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

Original text and appreciation of "Visiting Shanxi Village"

1. Original text

Moxiao's farmhouse is thick with wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.

2. Appreciation

This is a lyric poem about travel. The first couplet exaggerates the tranquility and joy of the countryside in the year of good harvest. Lajiu refers to the rice wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month of the previous year. Dolphin is a piglet. Zu Jigu means chicken dolphin feet. These two sentences mean that although the taste of farm wine is weak, the hospitality to guests is very deep. The word "zu" expresses the farmer's hospitality to guests with all their hospitality. The word "Don't laugh" expresses the poet's appreciation for the simple folk customs in the countryside.

The second couplet describes the scenery of mountains and rivers. The description of the scenery contains philosophy and has been widely quoted for thousands of years. "Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and willows and flowers are bright and there is another village." After reading such a smooth, colorful, cheerful and bright poem, it seems that you can see the poet walking among the verdant mountains, and the clear mountain springs gurgling through the winding streams. The vegetation becomes thicker and thicker, and the winding mountain paths become increasingly difficult to recognize.