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Ten Ancient Poems by Tao Yuanming
First, Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden is Three"

Original text:

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Translation:

There is my bean field at the foot of the south hillside. There are many weeds in the field, but the bean seedlings grow sparsely. Get up at dawn in the morning to mow the grass in the field, and go home to rest with a hoe in the moonlight at night. Tall vegetation covered the narrow field path, and dew wet my clothes. It doesn't matter whether the clothes are wet or not, as long as it doesn't go against my original intention.

Second, Wei and Jin Dynasties and Tao Yuanming's "Fifth Drinking"

Original text:

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.

Translation:

The house was built on earth, quiet but without horses and chariots. Ask me why I can do this. The heart is biased towards the outside world. Take care of yourself and pick chrysanthemums under the hedge. Fog in the mountains, good sunset, birds return to their nests together. There is real meaning in this, I forgot to say what I want to distinguish.

Third, Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

Original text:

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Translation:

There are few friends in the country and the secular, and there are few horses and chariots in the alley. During the day, Chai Men was closed, his heart was pure, and vulgar thoughts were cut off.

Often set foot in remote villages, through the grass to communicate with each other. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly things, but only about the growth of rural mulberry mothers.

My field grows taller and taller, and my cultivated land is wider and wider. I often worry that frost and snow will suddenly come and crops will wither like weeds.

Fourth, Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's "Drinking, Part I"

Original text:

Decline and glory are uncertain, and each other is more * * *.

Shaosheng's Gua Tian is better than Dongling's!

Both hot and cold have metabolism, and that's human nature.

If a person understands his encounter, his death will no longer be suspected;

Suddenly I have a bottle of wine, and I am happy every day and night.

Translation:

Decline and glory are not fixed on each other. Mr Shao is in Gua Tian, isn't he like Dongling? Both hot and cold have metabolism, and people's minds are always like this. An optimist knows he will, and I no longer doubt it. Suddenly I gave a glass of wine and drank it day and night.

Five, Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's "Reading Shanhaijing No.10"

Original text:

The Jingwei contains tiny pieces of wood, which are used to fill the sea. Xingtian waved a shield axe, and a resolute battle continued.

Similarly, all beings have no residual sorrow, become foreign bodies and have no remorse. If there is no such character, how can the good times come?

Translation:

There are tiny pieces of wood in Jingwei, which should be used for reclamation. Xingtian wields a shield axe, and his resolute fighting spirit always exists. It is the same creature, without sorrow, turning into a foreign body and without repentance. If there is no such will character, how can a good time come?

Six, Wei Yu's "Seven Drinking Songs"

Original text:

Autumn chrysanthemums are bright and colorful, including dew and flowers.

Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper.

The wine in the glass waved, and then held the glass.

As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan.

Intoxicated in the east window, let this life be this life.

Translation:

Chrysanthemums in autumn are beautiful in color. Pick chrysanthemums stained with dew. Soaking chrysanthemums in wine makes my feeling of abandoning the secular more distant.

Drink up the wine in the cup with a wave of your hand, and then pour it into the cup with a hip flask. After sunset, all kinds of creatures have rested, and the returning birds are singing happily to the forest. Let's indulge in singing and enjoy this life.

Seven, Wei and Jin Tao Yuanming's Four Seasons

Original text:

The spring water is full of four rivers, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks.

The autumn moon shines on the ground, and the winter ridge is lonely and loose.

Translation:

Spring water overflows fields and Shui Ze, and summer clouds are unpredictable, such as the sudden appearance of Qifeng.

The autumn moon is bright, and everything in the moonlight is covered with a layer of blurred colors. In winter, a pine tree on sorghum shows great vitality in the cold.

Eight, Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry"

Original text:

Living in a secluded place, I often forget the seasons and climate of the four seasons.

There are many fallen leaves in the door. I know it's autumn.

Under the north window, Kwai Chung is prosperous, and the south area is full of tassels.

If I can't do this now, I wonder if I am still one year old.

Teach your wife to take care of the children, and take advantage of this time to go far away.

Translation:

In remote places, there are few trivial matters such as personnel and entertainment, and sometimes the periodic changes throughout the year are forgotten. Fallen leaves are everywhere in alleys and yards. I couldn't help sighing when I saw them, only to know that it was autumn.

The new winter sunflower under the north wall is flourishing, and the rice to be harvested in the field is golden and full. Now I want to eat, drink and be merry, because I don't know if I will be alive at this time next year. Tell my wife to take the children quickly, climb the mountain and travel together.

Nine, Wei and Jin Tao Yuanming's "Drinking, Living in the Hospital"

Original text:

Orchids grow in the front hall, breathing and waiting for the breeze.

The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.

Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per.

Now that you are awake to go, be careful that the bird abandons the bow.

Translation:

Orchids grow in the vestibule, fragrant and waiting for the breeze. The breeze is blowing gently, and the weeds and herbs are distinct.

Go ahead, throw away my old ways, conform to nature or be approachable. Now that I'm awake, it's time to go home, and beware of all the birds hiding in the bow.

Ten, Wei and Jin, Tao Yuanming "drinking eight"

Original text:

Pine and cypress in the East Garden, with no posture in the grass.

First frost is different, you can see the tall branches.

Even foresters don't realize that being alone is strange.

Carry a pot to soothe the cold, look far and recover.

In my dream room, there is nothing to worry about.

Translation:

In the East Garden, pines are long and weeds are buried. When frost condenses, other plants wither, which shows its outstanding high branches.

In a forest, people may not think that they will be surprised when they are alone in a tree. I hold a hip flask and fondle the trunk in the cold winter, sometimes looking at it from a distance. The world I live in is like a dream. Why should I be bound by the noise of the world?