I prefer the time when no one cares about it than the days when someone influences emotions. A person's best state is when he is alone; quiet and comfortable, without having to deal with the emotions of others, and without deliberately judging the thoughts of others, accompanying himself and returning to a true self. People live quietly, even if they listen quietly to the sound of the wind, they can feel the poetic life. One slow, one quiet, one idle, one mountain, one water and one floating life, in poetry, experience beauty.
"Fisher Father: A Spring Breeze and a Leaf Boat"
Five generations of Li Yu
A spring breeze and a leaf boat, a cocoon and a light hook.
Flowers are full of Nagisa, wine is full of Ou, and there is freedom in the waves.
Although he was born in the imperial family, Li Yu had no heart for the throne and only wanted to be a free prince. One day, he saw a painting of "Fishing in the Spring River" and wrote this poem.
He envied the fisherman on the river, boating in the spring breeze, drinking and fishing at the same time. Flowers filled the water, wine filled the cups in my hands, and I gained endless freedom in the waves.
Not impetuous, not greedy, only by washing away the fancy of the surface of life, can we calmly step on the far away we want to go.
"Visiting Dai Tianshan Daoists Do Not Meet"
Don Lee Bai
In the sound of the dog barking, the peach blossoms are dewy.
Deer are seen when the trees are deep, and the creek does not hear the bell at noon.
Wild bamboo is divided into green mist, and flying springs hang on the green peaks.
No one knows where to go, and two or three pines are in sorrow.
Eighteen and nineteen-year-old Li Bai once lived in seclusion and studied at the Daming Temple in Dai Tianshan. He had a friend who was a Taoist monk and lived in the mountains. Li Bai went to see him, and along the way, peach blossoms flourished and the water clanged. Deer can be seen from time to time in the deep woods, and the silence at noon can be heard, and the bells of the temple can be heard. Friends are not at home, but Li Bai is not disappointed, this beautiful mountain scenery, has made people worth the trip.
Sometimes, the sun is too warm, so warm that it seems to be sprinkled on the body, and it dispels all the coolness in one fell swoop, making people want to use all their enthusiasm to embrace the grass and trees of the world.
"Man Ting Fang, Red Lotus Blossom"
Song Qin Guan
Red indigo flowers, yellow reed leaves are chaotic, and the jade dew is early in the middle of the night.
The sky is wide, and the clouds are light and the rivers are clear.
Lonely canopy dinghy, leisurely passing, smoke Nagisa Satin.
The gold hook is thin, the silk is slowly rolled, and a pool of stars is pulled.
Always horizontal piccolo, breeze haoyue, phase and forgetfulness.
Renren laughs at the career, pan-stemmed fluttering.
Drink or not to get drunk, dust and labor, who has ears to listen?
The river breeze is quiet, the sun is high, and the wine on the pillow is slightly awake.
Qin Guan was relegated to Chenzhou, and his mood was really bad, and on this day, he came to the Chu River to fish alone and relax his mood. Autumn is high and cloudy, the realm is empty, and the Chu River is clear. Alone in a lonely boat, he sailed gracefully through the smoky sandbanks. Accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon, the sound of the piccolo has made people forget the troubles of the world.
The leisurely Qin Guan slept on the boat all night, the autumn river was quiet, the water waves were not happy, and the troubles were forgotten, it was really comfortable. The world eventually returned from prosperity to silence, from noise to quiet. Quietness is inner indifference, and loneliness is the loneliness of the soul.
《Qingming Day Banquet Mei Daoist Room》
Don Meng Haoran
Lin Wo was sad about the end of spring, and he looked at the flowers.
Suddenly, the blue bird invited him to the Akamatsu family.
The golden stove is on fire, and the peach is blossoming.
If the childlike face can stay, why not get drunk.
Meng Haoran is a hermit who lies high in the mountain forest, unveiling the curtain to enjoy the natural beauty of the mountain. A friend sent a letter inviting him to a banquet, and he imagined that the peach blossoms were burning and blooming in Mei Daoshi. The two drank happily, watched the flowing clouds, drank fine wine, and raised a glass to say good wishes.
Let the wind and rain outside the window flutter, I smile to myself, and walk with time. Don't be vigorous, just be comfortable and calm.
"Xijiang Yue in Huangzhou"
Song SuShi
It is in Huangzhou, spring night walk in the water, over the restaurant to drink.
Drunk, ride on the One Creek Bridge,
Unsaddle the humerus, and lie drunk and rest less.
And the dawn has been realized, the chaotic mountains are crowded, and the water is flowing,
Doubtful non-earthly also. Book this on the bridge pillar.
Terano Yami shallow waves, across the sky hidden in the sky.
The mud is not solved, and I want to get drunk and sleepy.
Unfortunately, a stream of wind and moon, Mo Jiao stepped on Qiong Yao.
Unsheath the pillow green poplar bridge, Du Yu a spring dawn.
Su Shi was a man who liked to walk at night, and this night, he got drunk, rode in the moonlight, came to the creek bridge, unsaddled his saddle as a pillow, and slept on the bridge. How cute the bright moon in the small river is, on the bridge, Su Shi entered the dreamland, and when he heard the cuckoo calling, the sky was already light.
Su Shi, who likes Kuangda too much, can still live peacefully and happily even in Huangzhou. It's hard, it's tiring, so sit down and take a break and drink a cup of tea that's not cold or hot. No entanglement, less vulgar worries, with the encounter, with a new heart, quietly slow cooking life.
"Fishing Songzi Chu Shanqing"
Five generations of Li Xun
Chu Shan Qing, Xiang Shui Green, Spring Breeze Is Not Enough to See.
Grass, flowers, fishing boats sing continuously.
The letter is floating and sinking, uncontrolled, and fished back to the moon to return to the bay song.
Wine is full of dignity, clouds are full of houses, and there is no honor and disgrace in the world.
Who doesn't yearn for a leisurely and comfortable fisherman's life? Li Xun reveled in it. The Green Mountains of Chu, the Quiet Of Xiangshui, and the Gentle Breeze make people linger. The grass is lush, the flowers are blooming, the boats and boats are shuttled back and forth, leisurely fishing in the clear waves, and the songs continue.
Float on the water with your boat. I don't know that night has long fallen, returning by the moon, there are wine bottles, and the whole house is steaming like a fairy world. Time is short, the end of the world is far away. One mountain and one water, one day and one night. Rushing and busy all your life, drawing camp for a while, in the end, everyone longs for the quiet and stable of the world.
The most precious thing in life is to live with a pure and clear heart, and may you also have a comfortable and comfortable life.
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