The Book of Songs is Shu Yutian.
The Book of Songs: Uncle Yu Tian
Uncle Yu Tian, no one lives in the lane.
is there no inhabitant? Not as good as uncle.
it's beautiful and kind.
my uncle was in the inaugural ceremony, and he didn't drink in the lane.
no drinking?
not as good as uncle. Beautiful and good.
uncle is suitable for the wild, and there is no horse in the lane.
don't you serve the horse?
not as good as uncle. Only beautiful and martial.
Note:
1. Field: hunting.
2. Xun: Really, really. Benevolence: Kindness.
3. Hunting: winter hunting.
4, fitness: going. Wild: the suburbs.
5. Serve the horse: ride the horse.
Translation:
Uncle is out hunting, and there are no people in the streets.
Is there really no one, but there is no one like Uncle?
He is really handsome and sincere.
uncle went out to hunt, and no one came to drink in the streets.
Is it true that there is no drinker, but there is no one like Uncle?
He is really handsome and delicate.
uncle went out hunting, and no one drove horses in the streets.
Is it true that no one is driving a horse, but no one is better than Uncle?
He is really handsome and brave.
Appreciation:
This is a portrait of a heroic man. The ancients still knew that men should carry a thousand pounds: a bloody battle on the battlefield, a drunken lantern to watch the sword, and a vow not to pay back without cutting Loulan; Today's man has become a big boy, and it is difficult for a boy to have the heroism and feelings of riding and archery except for playing a few tone-deaf songs like a rooster. The ancients still knew that men aspired to make contributions in all directions; Nowadays, boys only play coquetry in the infancy of their parents and women.
has the race really degenerated? Are we really behind the ancients? Li Shutong's Poems
Li Shutong's Poems
1. Farewell
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains.
The horizon of the sky, the corner of the earth, and the intimate friends are half scattered;
A glass of turbid wine will make you happy, so say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue.
the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains.
2. Early Autumn
There is a leaf boat in Shiliming Lake, and the west building is full of smoke, moon and water in the south of the city.
How much autumn is charming and flowing, separated by weeping willows.
The distant mountains are bright and clean with thin eyebrows, and the idle clouds are floating and wrinkled.
The cool wind at the end of the day sends early autumn, and the autumn flowers nod.
3. Spring outing
The spring breeze blows thinner than the yarn, and the makeup of the spring people is lighter than the painting.
The spring people walk in the painting, and the flowers are flying under the spring people.
Pear flowers are pale yellow, while Liuhuawei Dijiecao flowers are fragrant.
people go home in the warbler's crow, and the sunset is sent out by a bell outside the flowers.
4. Sad Autumn
Yellow leaves float in the west wind at first, and the forest is sparse in the evening.
flowers are in a hurry, dreams and shadows are far away, and who can hang them?
when you look at yourself in the mirror, you will get grey hair when you are sad, and time will make you old.
even if there is a daughter, there is a daughter, but a daughter can't buy youth.
5. Moonlight Night
There are four volumes of thin clouds, the Milky Way is clean, and the Ye Xiao is swaying the moon shadow;
the cool breeze of the cutting diameter is tight, and the habitat of the dusk crow is uncertain.
Wan Li is empty and quiet.
where is it? Knock on the jade chime, and clear across the secluded ridge one after another.
ah! Where is it?
The sound echoes each other, and it's a lonely goose with a cold anvil.
I think at this moment, you should wake up alone and lean against the fence, and it's cold.
6. Moon
The blue sky is clear, and the moon is too clear;
If you have a bird's-eye view of the lower bound, the dust will be lost in the middle;
I only hope that the aura will be universal, and I will be fragrant.
It is infinite, holy and mysterious, and the aura will always look up!
I only hope that the aura will be universal, and I will be fragrant.
It is infinite, holy and mysterious, and the aura will always look up!
7, "Late Bell"
The earth is heavy and the sunset sleeps, and the flat market is deserted and the smoke is residual in the evening;
the birds don't sing at dusk, and everything is silent and the jungle is cold.
the wind is surging and the sky is soaring, and the bells are swaying to show the dust;
the soul resounds through the heartstrings, and the illusion and meditation are dim.
who will help all living beings when they are sick? The dust net turns mud upside down and smears dirt. < P > Only God is compassionate and generous, saving my sin into enlightenment;
I swear that I will always be converted, and I will sincerely pray for Chen Qian.
suddenly, the light candle is too empty, and the clouds seem to be broken;
the solemn seven treasures are fascinating, and the jade flowers and jade feathers are colorful.
It's really a pilgrimage with a bright bath. Thanks to God!
I'm looking up at the sky, and I'm looking at the clouds.
When the bell rings, God's grace will last forever.
the grace of god is nothing more than nothing!
8, "Cool Song"
Cool moon, the moon reaches the heavenly heart, and the light is extremely bright.
Sing a cool song today, and have a bright heart!
the cool wind, the cool wind, the summer heat has disappeared.
sing a cool song today, and the heat will eliminate the harmony of all things!
cool water, a canal of clear water, cleanses all filth.
how about singing a cool song today, and having a clean mind and body?
cool, cool, supreme, after all, how common!
9.
A stay in the south of the city. Love is suitable for living in leisure.
literary talent, romance and admiration. Self-sufficiency with closed doors and books.
Yangchun lives in Shanjia. Jin Zun wine into flax.
the chrysanthemums on the hedge are not old, and the plum blossoms are on the ridge.
1. "The Original Rhyme of the Sketch of the South of the City with Song Zhen"
The wind flowers outside the door are spring, and the castle in the air is painted in the body.
Now, it's a misty couple, so don't worry about the illusion and truth of life.
11.
Song of the Old Boys
Buttonwood trees, yellow leaves floating in the west wind, and the forest branches are falling in the evening.
the flowers are in a hurry, and it depends on who hangs them.
Zhu Yan is fading in the mirror, and her white hair is winding around.
a moment's time and the end is a reminder of old age.
with a thousand dollars, it's hard to buy a good youth.
12.
I'm as envious as a lucky man, and all the waiters call me Mr.
The thin application of fluffy powder seems to be out of fashion.
I have lost a few eyebrows in Chunshan since I was ill.
Lightly reducing waist circumference compared with Liu Zi, Liu Zhen took a long time to look straight.
Pretending to be ashamed and half spitting clove tongue, a thick fragrance is oral fat.
May the elixir from heaven cure all the short-lived flowers on earth.
naturally, his skill is exquisite, and his name has spread all over Shanghai and Jiangya.
13.
The willow is ruthless, and the silk turns into a thousand strands.
I'm so sleepy that I'm obsessed with my mind.
whoever ecstasy, mind without evidence.
outside the pavilion, there was a storm, and only people went home.
14. Sleeping in Tanggu at night
Du Ning's voice goes home well, and there are many fish in the sea.
when spring comes and spring goes, it makes people old.
new ghosts are making noise, while wildfires are covered by phosphorus trees.
the moon seems to relieve people's pain of parting, and the clear light is reduced to a hook.
15.
On the second night of Tianjin, the wind roared,
gold and iron were ringing, and I couldn't sleep.
what's wrong with the world?
is it because of the sense of current affairs that you are angry?
it's hard to find a dream with a candle, and it's even colder in spring.
The waning moon has fallen in Ma Si, and thousands of military camps have been built.
16. Feeling Time
Du Yu laments the sorrow of his old country, but he dares to look forward to the future in name only.
if a man concludes well, he will be beheaded even if he is not a general.
17, "Jinmen Qingming"
A glass of turbid water spilled over Qingming, which made everything feel alive.
Disappointing the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the apricot blossom season is in the border town.
18.
The crime of meritorious deeds in the past century is judged by the public. I am a red sheep robbing the outside.
There is a limit to the wisdom of self-criticism, and you are ashamed to judge others afterwards.
19, "Xijiang Yuesu Tanggu Hotel"
In residual leakage's amazing dream, the solitary lights are in pairs.
the past dust is involved in the misty wind, and it is only a lie that people return.
who said spring night was short, but he was older.
the sea breeze blows the night tide crazy, how can it blow up the new worries?
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The sail is as light as an arrow in the evening, and the sunset is as big as a dustpan.
when the wind is tired, the flag goes, and the wild car is flat in Ma Chi.
the rivers and mountains grieve for their old country, and they can't help weeping. Poems about rural scenery
Poems about rural scenery
1. Spring Dawn
Tang Menghao
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
2. A Tour of Shanxi Village
A Tour of Song and Lu
Don't laugh at the peasant's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village.
3. April in the Country
Weng Juan in Song Dynasty
The mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and it is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so sericulture was added to the fields.
4. an autumn evening in the mountains
Tang Wangwei
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.
5. Luchai
Tang Wangwei
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss.
6.
Song Fan Chengda
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare.
no one has ever crossed the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
7. The quatrains
Tang Du Fu
Two orioles sang green willows, and a line of egrets went up to the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate.
8.
Jin Tao Yuanming
The bird is in love with the old forest, and the fish in the pool is homesick.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin, in front of Taoli Luotang.
9. Passing the Old Man's Village
Tang Meng Haoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
1. Bamboo House
Tang Wangwei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
11. a night-mooring on the jiande river
Tang Meng Haoran
while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
12.
Tang Wangwei
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
when the moon comes out, the birds startle the mountains, and when they sing in the spring stream.
13.
Song Xin Qiji
The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night.
In the fragrance of rice, it is said that there is a good harvest, and you can hear frogs.
seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and two or three points are in front of the rainy mountain.
In the old days, at the edge of the Maodian community forest, the road turned to the stream bridge.
14. Qingpingle Village Residence
Song Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.
when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, and when you're white-haired, you'll never be happy.
The big boy hoes the east of the bean stream, while the middle boy is weaving a chicken coop.
He likes the scoundrel of children best, and the lotus is peeled off at the head of the stream.
15, "Drinking"
Jin Tao Yuanming
build house is in the human territory, and there are no cars and horses.
when you ask him what he can do, you are far from self-centered.
under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning.
there is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to distinguish it.
16, "Wild Old Songs"
Tang Zhangji
The old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountains and fields.
You can't eat much of the seedling tax. If you enter the official warehouse, it will be turned into soil.
at the end of the year, hoe and plow the empty room, and shout to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
Xijiang Jiake beads a hundred hugs, raising dogs in the boat and eating meat.
17. Pastoral in Spring
Tang Wangwei
Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white by the trees.
hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring vein.
when I return to Yan, I know my old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar.
I'm afraid that I'm not at home, and I'm disappointed that I'm a traveler.
18. Mount Zhongnan
Tang Wangwei
its massive height near the City of Heaven, from the mountains to the corners of the sea.
clouds, when I look back, close behind me, mists, when I enter them, are gone.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys.
needing a place to spend the night, I call to a wood-cutter over the river. Ancient poems about rural scenery
Ancient poems about rural scenery
1. Two quatrains
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The scenery is beautiful in the late days, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
the mud melts the swallows, while the sand warms the mandarin ducks.
2. Bamboo House
Tang Wangwei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
3. Passing the Old Man's Village
Tang Meng Haoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
4, "a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di"
Tang Wangwei
the mountains are cold and blue now, the autumn water is gurgling every day.
by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
and sing a wild poem at Five Willows? is drunk in the summer.
5.
Song Tao Yuanming
The bird is in love with the old forest, and the fish in the pool misses the old source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin, in front of Taoli Luotang.
6. Pastoral Words
Tang Li Bai
Jia Yi was exiled for three years, in Wan Li, Ban Chao.
how to lead a white calf, drinking water is good for clean water.
7. Luchai
Tang Wangwei
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss.