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Tao Yuanming’s poems about pastoral areas

1. Tao Yuanming’s pastoral poems

There are five poems in one poem about his return to the countryside.

What is written is life in the countryside. I'll copy it for you.

The five poems of "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"·Tao Yuanming One of the five poems: I have little sense of popular rhyme, and my nature is to love hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.

The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.

The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

I have never had a secular temperament since I was a child, and my character originally loved the mountains and wilderness. I mistakenly fell into the snare of this world and was gone for thirty years.

The caged bird is attached to the woods where it lived, and the fish in the pond longs for the deep pool where it lived. Go to the southern wilderness to open up wasteland, and go home to cultivate the fields according to your foolish nature.

There are more than ten acres of land around the house, and there are eight or nine thatched houses. Elms and willows cover the rear eaves, and peach and plum trees line the front of the hall.

Residential villages can be vaguely seen in the distance, and the smoke from the trees is blowing gently in the wind. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of the mulberry trees.

There are no worldly distractions in the courtyard, and there is plenty of free time in the empty room. After being trapped in a cage for so long, I can finally return to nature again.

Second, there are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, under the thorns, I think about the wine.

At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

The three types of beans are found at the foot of the southern mountain, where grass is abundant and bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.

Notes 1: Carrying a hoe. Hey, carry it.

2 Grass and trees: thick with vegetation. 3Nanshan: Lushan, Jiangxi.

4Morning: Get up in the morning. 5 dip: get wet.

There is my bean field at the foot of the southern hillside. It is overgrown with weeds and the bean seedlings grow very sparsely. I got up in the morning and went to the fields to clear weeds. Under the stars and moon, I carried my hoe and went home to rest.

Grass and trees covered the narrow return path, and the night dew wet my coarse cloth jacket. It was no shame if my clothes got wet, as long as I didn't go against my will. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.

These two sentences are written about planting beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The grass is very lush but the bean seedlings are sparse. The sentence starts very plainly, like an old farmer standing there talking, which makes people feel very friendly.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. In order to prevent the bean fields from becoming barren, the poet went to the fields early in the morning and came back in the evening under the moonlight.

Although it is very hard, he does not complain, which can be seen from the beautiful scenery of "returning to the hoe with the moon load". The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the evening dew sticks to your clothes, but what's the pity if your clothes get wet? This sentence may seem plain, but this plainness exactly reflects the last sentence, "But my wish will not go against me", which makes "my wish will not go against me" fully emphasized.

The "wishes" here also contain the meaning of not losing yourself in the dirty real world. The language of this poem is very plain and natural.

"Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain" and "the evening dew stains my clothes" are as simple as spoken casually without any modification. This natural and plain verse is integrated into the mellow artistic conception of the whole poem, which elevates the spoken language to poetry, harmoniously unifying the plainness of the spoken language and the mellowness of the poetry, forming the plain and mellow artistic characteristics of Tao's poetry.

Tao's poems are both plain and full of interest. The interest of Tao's poems comes from freehand brushwork.

"Returning with a hoe and a lotus in the moon", although the poet returning from labor is alone, he is accompanied by a bright moon. The poet under the moon carries a hoe on his shoulder and walks through the waist-deep grass. What a beautiful picture of returning to farming on a moonlit night! It is filled with the poet's joyful mood and pride in hermitage.

"Growing beans at the foot of the southern mountain" is a plain sentence, and "returning home with a lotus in the moonlight" is a beautiful sentence; the former sentence is true, and the latter sentence is false. The whole poem complements each other with plainness and beauty, real scene and virtual scene, soft and perfect.

Fourth: Go to the mountains and marshes for a long time and enjoy the wilderness in the wild woods. Try taking your children and nephews with you and walking in the deserted ruins.

Wandering among the hills, people still live there. There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees.

I would like to ask those who collect firewood, this person is like this. The salaryman told me that there will be no recovery after death.

It is true to say that one should abandon the court and market in one lifetime. Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing.

Fifth Part 5: I have to make my own way to return the sorrow and hatred, and experience the twists and turns. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.

I drink my new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer. When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.

The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky. 2. Poems describing Tao Yuanming's pastoral life

Drinking (Part 5)

Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away and you are biased.

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

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 1)

Tao Yuanming

He has little sense of vulgarity and loves hills and mountains by nature.

I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.

The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.

The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. 3. Ancient poems about pastoral scenery

Ancient poems about pastoral scenery 1. "Two Quatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The rivers and mountains in Chiri are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. 2. "Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. 3. "Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. 4. "Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiucaidi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willow trees. 5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in One of the Fields" by Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. 6. "Pastoral Words" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class exceeded 10,000 miles.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream. 7. "Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. 8. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 9. "April in the Village" Weng Juan, Song Dynasty The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. 10. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Cheng of the Song Dynasty. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, the white cabbage flowers are sparse.

No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. 11. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. 12. "Autumn Rain in the Pastoral" Geng Mao of the Tang Dynasty The desert is heavy with dark clouds, and the rain is drooping.

The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook?

The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches. In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved.

Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. 13. "Xinyiwu" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. 14. "The Pastoral Event on Qi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. Standing on the water in Qi, there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.

The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well. The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.

What's the matter with a quiet person? The thorns fly through the daylight. 15. "Returning to Songshan" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return in the evening. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, Song Gao came back and retreated. 16. "Brother Cui Puyang Ji Zhongqian's Mountain Xing" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty also visited Weimen when he went to Shanxi. The autumn scenery is beautiful, and Kuang Jun is leisurely on the pond.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

17. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

18. "Zhongnan Mountain" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.

If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

19. "Pastoral Works" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I labored and sang on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? 20. "Since Dasan, the bamboo-studded road in the deep forest winds for forty or fifty miles to Yellow Ox" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.

Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks.

Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains. 21. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. There are few passers-by like blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches the Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. 22. "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. 23. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

24. "Late View" from "New Sunny Fields" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The new clear fields are vast and untainted as far as the eye can see. Guomen faces the ferry, and the village trees connect to the mouth of the stream.

Beyond the white water fields, behind the green peaks coming out of the mountains. There is no idle person in the farming month, and the whole family is busy in the south.

25. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty The mud mirror surface of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

26. "Green Creek" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty said that when entering Huanghuachuan, he would chase the water of the green creek. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

27. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Tao Yuanming of the Song Dynasty There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

28. "Zhongnan Farewell" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came to Nanshan. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware.

Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

29. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty. Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

30. "Xinliang" Xu Ji, Song Dynasty The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows. 4. What are Tao Yuanming's poems about the countryside?

"Five Poems on Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" 1: There is no suitable rhyme for the vulgar, and my nature is to love the hills and mountains.

I fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room.

Have you been in the cage for a long time? , return to nature. 2: There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.

The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass.

When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

I am often afraid of the frost coming, and the grass will be scattered and scattered. Three: Plant beans at the foot of the southern mountain, where the grass is rich and the bean seedlings are sparse.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. Four: Go to the mountains and rivers for a long time and enjoy the wild forests and wild fields.

Let’s take our children and nephews with us and walk in the deserted ruins. Wandering among the hills and mountains, people still live in the past.

There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees. I would like to ask those who collect firewood, what are these people like? The salaryman said to me: "There will be no survivors after death."

"A lifetime is like a city in a different dynasty", this saying is true! Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing. 5: The sorrow and hatred are returned by one's own, and the rugged journey is full of twists and turns.

The mountain stream is clear and shallow, so I can wash my feet when I encounter it. I'm drinking new wine, and the two chickens are close to me.

When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles. The joy comes but the evening is short, it has returned to the sky. 5. Pastoral poems by Tao Yuanming and Su Shi.

Five poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields

Tao Yuanming

One of them

There is little or no suitable rhyme , Sexual nature loves Qiushan.

I fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years.

The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.

The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

Second

There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back streets.

The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around in grass.

When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

I am often afraid of the frost coming, and the grass will be scattered and scattered.

Third

At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

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

It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.

Fourth

Go to the mountains and swamps for a long time and have fun in the wild forests.

Let’s take our children and nephews with us and walk in the deserted ruins.

Wandering among the hills and mountains, people still live there.

There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees.

I would like to ask those who collect firewood, what are these people like?

The salaryman said to me: "There will be no survivors after death."

"A lifetime is like a city in a different dynasty", this saying is true!

Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing.

Fifth

Returning from sorrow and hatred alone, through the rugged journey.

The mountain stream is clear and shallow, so I can wash my feet when I encounter it.

I drink my new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer.

When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles.

The joy comes but the evening is short, it has returned to the sun.

Six poems about Tao Guiyuan and Tianju

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

There are many white waters around the state, and there are Cangshan Mountains on both sides of the sea.

The endless sceneries contain my limited years.

The Eastern family owned Confucius, and the Western family owned Yan Yuan.

There will be no competition for land in the market, and there will be no competition for farmland.

Zhou Gong and Guan Cai hated Mao Sanjian.

I have a full meal, and Wei Fern supplements it before eating.

The disciples donated rice to save my kitchen from smoke.

Fighting with wine and chickens, singing heartily to entertain Huadian.

How do birds and fishes know that I am at my leisure?

It’s not necessarily a long time, just having fun is what I want.

Six poems about Tao Guiyuan and Tianju

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

The poor ape has just thrown himself into the forest, and the tired horse has just released the martingale.

The heart is empty and filled with new things, and the environment is familiar with dreams.

The river gulls gradually tame, and the worms have returned.

Green money grows in the South Pool, and purple bamboo shoots grow in the North Ridge.

Lifting the pot will not help you drink, but good words will spread widely.

There is a beautiful saying about the spring river, but I was drunk and confused.

Six poems by He Tao Guiyuan and Tianju

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

The body feels light after a new bath, and the body feels thin after a new bath.

The wind is hanging under the waterfall, but I return with chants.

Looking up at the river and shaking the mountains, I can see the moon in my clothes.

I follow my father’s advice and I dare not break an appointment.

Six poems about Tao Guiyuan and Tianju

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

The old man is over eighty and does not know how to entertain in the city.

Occasionally, the creation is omitted, and all the peers are ruined.

I have never crossed a river in my life, and I live in seclusion in the north of the water.

Place lychees in your hands and embrace three hundred lychees.

Don’t say that Chen Jiazi is not as good as cold and cold.

You come and sit under the tree, eat well and take the rest with you.

When you return home and leave your son behind, your embrace should not be empty.

If you have wine, keep drinking it from me, regardless of whether you have money or not.

Six poems about Tao Guiyuan's Residence in the Garden

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

Sitting on a red cane stick, singing the tune of Zizhi.

If you don’t meet Shangshan Weng, you will see this wild old man.

I would like to work with the Li branch to build a chicken and millet bureau.

Teach me to be as light and dust as the moon is stronger than a candle.

The frost has dispersed the atmosphere, and it looks like the rising sun.

Six poems by He Tao Guiyuan and Tianju

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

Once upon a time I was in Guangling, looking at Chaisangmo in despair.

Reciting a drinking poem for a long time made me laugh out loud.

At that time, I was already dissolute, sitting around day and night.

I have been idle for a long time now, and a calamity has passed.

The country and the mountains hide from each other, and appear and disappear to serve me.

Xiechuan pursued Yuanming, and Donggao made friends with Wang Ji.

What is the purpose of poetry? Liubo is useless.

6. Poems describing Tao Yuanming's unwillingness to be an official and love his countryside

When Tao Yuanming was twenty years old, he began his career as an official to make a living. But there are already poems about not wanting to be an official and loving the countryside.

"Drinking" No. 10: "In the past, I traveled far away to the corner of the East China Sea. The road was long and winding, and wind and waves blocked the way. Who made this trip? It seems that it was driven by hunger. I leaned forward to camp and was full. A little will be enough. I'm afraid this is not a famous plan, so I will go back to my leisurely life." This is a reminiscence of his career as an official. At this stage, the details of the low-level officials he was forced to take by life are unknown. After a short life at home, at the age of twenty-nine, he took up the post of state priest (the specific responsibilities of this official position have yet to be determined). Soon he became unworthy of the official position and resigned and returned home. Soon, the state called him to be the chief registrar, but he resigned and continued to live at home. In the second year of Long'an (AD 398), Yuanming joined Huanxuanmu. At the beginning of the fourth year of Long'an (AD 400), he entered the capital as an envoy and returned home from the capital in May. He was blocked by strong winds in Guilin. There is a poem "In the fifth month of the year of Gengzi, he returned from the capital to block the wind and Guilin", expressing his feelings about returning home. The longing for the garden and the nostalgia for the old home. A year later, he returned to Xunyang to mourn his mother. When Dingyou's three-year term expired, Yuanming once again became an official with the concept of "forty-year-old unknown, nothing to fear", and served as the general of the town army. Liu Yu joined the army. At this time, his mood was contradictory. He wanted to be an official and fulfill his ambitions, but after becoming an official, he still missed his countryside. "My eyes were tired of the different rivers and the different roads, and my mind was longing for the mountains and rivers to live in." 》). In March of the first year of Yixi (AD 405), Yuanming joined the army for Jianwei General Liu Jingxuan and passed the capital of Qianxi. There is a poem in "In March of Yisi, he joined the army of Jianwei and sent the capital to Qianxi": "Morning and evening" Looking at the mountains and rivers, everything is as it used to be." "My love for him remains, and the winds of righteousness are not separated." "I dream about the garden day by day, and I am separated for a long time." He has been in turmoil between officialdom and farming for more than ten years, and he is tired of it. He also saw through the official life.

In August of the first year of Yixi (AD 405), Yuanming served as an official for the last time, serving as Peng Zeling. In November, Cheng's sister died in Wuchang. Yuanming wrote "Come Back and Come Back", resigned from office, and officially began his life of seclusion until the end of his life. At this time, Yuanming's political attitude entered a clear period, and his ideology also entered a mature period. Different from his previous farming life, this time he was conscious: he did this, and he also understood why he did it. In the past, his pastoral life seemed to be that of a small and medium-sized landowner, but now he had more labor, which meant he was closer to the life of an average farmer. During this period, he created many poems and essays reflecting pastoral life, such as five "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" and twelve "Miscellaneous Poems". In the middle of June of the fourth year of Yixi (AD 408), Yuanming's house caught fire and the house was completely destroyed, so he was forced to move. In the eleventh year of Yixi (AD 415), the imperial court ordered him to be recruited as Zuo Lang, but Yuanming said he was ill and did not apply. In the fourteenth year of Yixi (AD 418), Wang Hong was the governor of Jiangzhou. He met Yuanming about this year or one or two years later. There are anecdotes between the two of them weighing leather shoes and giving wine in white clothes. In the first year of Yuanjia (AD 424), Yan Yanzhi was the prefect of Shi'an and made friends with Yuanming. There is an anecdote that Yan Gong paid for the wine. In the fourth year of Yuanjia (AD 427), Tan Daoji heard about Yuanming's name, went to visit him, presented him with beams of meat, and persuaded him to become an official. Yuanming refused, and did not accept the gift of beams of meat. In the same year, Yuanming died in Xunyang. After his death, his friends privately named him "Jingjie", and later generations called him "Tao Jingjie".

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