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Reading Tao Yuanming's Elegy and Gu Huan's Dying Poems

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In the Middle Yuan Festival, the worship ritual is too little understood, but I still know how to burn paper.

Draw a circle on the ground, leave a mouth, and burn it while reverently chanting about the deceased relatives.

People are always going to die, it seems terrible, but it is good to figure it out.

I really can't figure it out, just learn zhuangzi's openness, nature, and the life and death of the commission, and maybe the starting point.

Tao Yuanming and Gu Huan were followers of Zhuangzi, and they were able to dispel their pre-death fears and gain detachment.

Read the poems of two great writers.

Reading Tao Yuanming's Elegy and Gu Huan's Dying Poems

Tao Yuanming's Elegy poem:

There must be life and death, and early death is not a hurry.

  Yesterday twilight is the same person, this day in the ghost record.

  Where is the soul dispersed? Dead-shaped parasitic wood.

  Jiao'er So's father cried, and my good friend touched me to cry.

  Gain or loss is not known, it is not safe to feel!

  Long live the thousands of years, who knows the glory and disgrace.

  But when hate is alive, drinking alcohol is not enough.

  In the past there was no wine to drink, but now it is empty.

  Spring mash is born floating ants, when can you taste more.

  Before the dish case wins me, the old cry me.

  There is no sound in the mouth, and there is no light in the eyes.

  In the past, I slept in Gaotang, and now I live in the barren grass village.

  Once you go out, you come back to the night.

  The grass is vast, and the poplars are also small.

  In the middle of September, the severe frost sent me out of the far suburbs.

  There is no one on all sides, and the high tomb is on the ridge.

  The horse is looking up to the sky, and the wind is self-depressing.

  The claustrophob is closed, and the millennium is no longer in the dynasty.

  The millennium is no longer the dynasty, and the virtuous are helpless!

  They have always sent people away, and each returned his home.

  Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.

  Dead Ho Dao, to the body of the same mountain.

Gu Huan's "Dying Poem":

There is no permanent house in the five ways, and there is a permanent house in the three qings.

The essence is due to the heavenly movement, and the wandering soul is materialized.

The quail is suitable for the sea, and the mulberry of the dove.

Da sheng ren to stay, good death is day and night.

Whatever is ordered to ride, which cannot be driven.

I felt foreboding and thankful.

(Kneeling Diary)

Reading Tao Yuanming's Elegy and Gu Huan's Dying Poems

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