Liu Zongyuan's "Tian Jia" poem

"Tian Jia" is one of Liu Zongyuan's masterpieces, which is particularly famous for its meticulous depiction of the grim life of farmers.

The first one

1. The food is the business of the cattle, and the cattle are driven to the east.

The alleys of The Chicken Village are white, and the night returns to the twilight field.

Zaza squealed and flew to the crows.

2. Do your best to keep poor years.

Lose as much as you can to help the servitude, and talk about it empty.

The days of the children and grandchildren are long, and the world is still the same.

Second track,

1, fences to isolate fireworks, farmers talk about neighbors.

The intertrial autumn insects whine, and the sparse hemp square is silent.

Silk lost all taxes, and the machine was empty and leaned against the wall.

2, Li Xu passed by at night, and the chicken feast was served.

Each speech is long and strong, and the words are more responsible.

After the lease period of Dongxiang, the car hub fell into the mud.

3. The public door is less forgiving, and the whip is unrestrained.

Trying to fill in the business, the skin is really a pity.

Welcome to this year, lest you heel the front.

Third track,

1. The ancient road rao tribulus terrestris, haunting the ancient city song.

The flowers are embankmented, and the water is colder and greener.

It is time to harvest and race, and the sunset is more than a tree.

2, the wind is high elm willow sparse, frost heavy pear jujube ripe.

Pedestrians go to live, wild birds compete to stay.

Tian Weng smiled and thought about each other, and the dark cautious Yuan lu.

This year, I am lucky to be young and fruitful, and I have no boredom and porridge.

"Tian Jia" was written by the ancient city of Lingling in Yongzhou City, Hunan Province for ten years.

The general idea of the poem "Tian Jia" is that the peasant life goes from day to year of labor, twilight labor, and the sound of the squirming blends into the birds flying around to masturbate.

A year of hard work, the fruits of taxation, future generations can not escape such a situation.

The grim reality that the peasants have no rest, no hope.

Second, the peasants, together with the officials and the government, oppressed the people. In the silent night, the autumn insects in the courtyard whistled.

The peasants entertained the servants, and the late payment of taxes was not tolerated, and the government was terrible.

Third, the desolate scene of the countryside, the weeds building ancient roads, the harvest is finished, the cold wind trembles, the wanderers and birds look for shelter,

An old man received a lost passerby.

Through deep observation and contemplation of nature, people's scenes are diverse.

Jiang Yuchu Qing thought about the long steps,

Nitsai German-Japanese Foolishi-go.

Watanabe water falls into the village path,

Scramble the floating maple in the tall tree.

"Rain and Sunshine to Jiangdu", a summer night when the rain stopped before dawn, Liu Zongyuan walked.

Nine whispers have been known, ChuXiang agricultural affairs spring.

Leisurely old pond water, empty for the gardeners.

"Spring Nostalgia Garden".

For a long time, the hairpin group was tired, fortunately, nanyi who.

Idle in the neighbors of the farmer's garden, even like a mountain forester.

Xiao Geng turned over the grass, and the night list resounded the creek stone.

There are no people coming and going, and the long songs are full of heaven.

The poet thinks that the life of Yongzhou Lingling is more relaxed than that of being an official in Chang'an, Kyoto.

With the farm as a neighbor, the mountain forest guests play, describing Liu Zongyuan as a self-metaphor.

"The First Spring cultivator",

Southern Chu spring is early, and yu han has been nourished.

The soil is anointed in the wilderness, and the camp is camped by hundreds of stings.

The scenery did not reach the suburbs, and the people first coupled to cultivate.

Garden birds, Nagisa shinizumi.

Agricultural affairs are sincere and simple, and prisoners are imprisoned to hinder their lives.

Therefore, the pond wants to be gone, and the remaining field is a hazelnut thorn.

Mu Yin had ito, but the attempt was unsuccessful.

The longing for my hometown has not disappeared.

Talking about father Tian's words, the song chen this feeling.

He looked back at the smoke and clouds.

"Tian Jia" poem, Liu Zongyuan probably wrote it after Yuan He eight years.

And attached Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia" reference!

The slanting sun shines on the ruins, and the cattle and sheep in the poor alleys return.

The wild old man read the shepherd boy and relied on the waiting thorns.

Pheasant wheat seedlings are beautiful, silkworm sleeping mulberry leaves are thin.

Tian Fu he hoe to, meet the words of Yi Yi.

That is, this envy is idle, and it is fading.