Mr. Liang Qichao, a modern thinker, once said: "The life of Yuanming I is really the most monotonous." To be honest, he was just an extremely poor peasant at the bottom of Lushan Mountain, and farming was his only career. ”
Indeed, Tao Yuanming resolutely resigned from his official post and went into hiding, escaped from the cage where he had lived for a long time, hid in the mountains and countryside, and lived a truly agricultural life of spring planting and autumn harvest.
Since childhood, Tao Yuanming liked to study Confucian classics and had the confucian ideal of entering the country; at the same time, he was deeply influenced by Taoist thought, loved leisure, and longed for the leisure and freedom of nature. However, when he was a teenager, his parents died one after another, and the family fell in the middle of the road, and he had no choice but to give up the dream of traveling freely and start a career as a eunuch.
However, his career was not smooth, and his positions were mostly low-level officials, and his positions were meager and busy. His seemingly lifeless career made him miss the free and idyllic life even more. So he resolutely resigned from the government to chase his pastoral dream, a group of "Return to the Garden and Rural Residence" depicted his most real pastoral life, although poor and hard, but full of fun and leisure.
Less without vulgar rhyme, sex loves Qiushan.
Mistakenly fell into the dust net, gone for thirty years.
Birds love the old forest, pond fish think of the past.
Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, and the grass house is eight or nine.
The eaves of the elm willow shade, in front of the tao li luo hall.
Ambiguous distant village, clinging to the smoke in the ruins.
Dogs bark in the deep alley, chickens chirp mulberry trees upside down.
The household garden is dust-free and cluttered, and the virtual room has spare time.
Long in the cage, back to nature.
Tao Yuanming's heart at this moment has infinite emotion, he finally returned, back to his favorite pastoral. He regretted wasting those beautiful decades of time in the official arena of deceit, and those twists and turns and intrigues would only pollute his heart. Which is like returning to a simple mountain village, living in eight or nine grass houses, guarding more than ten acres of cultivated fields, leisurely and comfortable, although bitter and sweet.
There is elm willow shade in front of the house and behind the house, and there are peach and plum in bloom when the spring flowers bloom. At dusk, a faint smoke rises, a call to wait for the return of the farmers. There were occasional barks from the deep alleys, and roosters chirping in the shade of mulberry trees. There is no more dust and chores in the courtyard to disturb, you can hide alone in the quiet room, enjoy the peace and quiet. This is all leisure that cannot be enjoyed in the cage of the officialdom.
Rare people in the wild, poor alleys and widowed martingales.
The day hides the thorns, and the virtual room is dusty.
In the Song of the Times, the grass comes and goes.
There is no nonsense to see each other, but the road is long.
The mulberry day has been long, and my earth has been widespread.
Often afraid of frost and thunder, scattered with grass.
Tao Yuanming, who returned to the countryside, truly integrated himself into farming and farming. He lives in the countryside, without the traffic and traffic of the city. There are no ruts outside the door, and even few people pass by, fresh like his peach blossom garden.
Here there is no need to sit in the door according to the rules and put on a smiling face that does not belong to you. He could live as he pleased, even in broad daylight, by hiding the wood door, lying or sitting in the seclusion, or writing his favorite poems.
When bored, the east family walks around, the west house strings, and the neighbors discuss the growth of mulberry this year and the excellent fruit trees. "Alas, it's so cold this year, it won't be frosted in advance, right?" Then SangMake suffered. "It was like everyday life in the village.
At this time, Tao Yuan's clear heart was clear, and his eyes were clear, as if there was a filter, filtering out all the dust and confusion in the past.
Plant beans under the south mountain, grass full of beans seedlings are thin.
Morning Xingli is desolate, with the moon lotus hoe return.
The road is narrow and long, and the dew stains my clothes.
The clothes are not enough to be sorry, but the wish is not broken.
The morning light was slightly dewy, the sky was not yet bright, a few sleepy-eyed stars were still hanging in the sky, Tao Yuanming had already gotten up and set off, today he was going to go to the South Mountain to hoe grass for the bean seedlings. The bean seedlings in the field are not growing well, thin and thin, surrounded by lush wild grass, and look so thin. Perhaps Tao Yuanming is not good at farming, but all this does not affect his enthusiasm for hoeing grass.
The day's hard work was finally over, and the cold moon had risen, and he picked up his hoe and walked back against the knee-high grass, where the dew on the grass wet the corners of his clothes. However, none of this matters, as long as you follow your own wishes, what is the harm of a little hard work.
Long time to go to the mountains to travel, the waves of the forest wild entertainment.
Try to take your children and nephews with you, and walk through the ruins of hazel.
Wandering among the hills, living in the past.
There are remnants of the well stove, and the mulberry bamboo is a remnant.
By asking the salary collector, is this person like this?
The payroll told me that there was no more to die.
A different dynasty, this statement is really true.
Life seems to be illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
When farming is free, Tao Yuanming takes his sons and nephews out to roam together to visit those old friends and talk about old friendships. However, the former mansion is now a desert, there are traces of well stove soot in the artemisia grass, and the ruined mulberry branches and dead bamboo still stand next to the ruins and broken walls, but where did the old friend of the past go?
Just as a firewood collector passed by, he hurried forward to ask his old friend where he was. The firewood collector told him: "They are all dead long ago, and there are no descendants left." Tao Yuanming was very sad to hear this, and his old friends in the past were separated by yin and yang like this, how sad. Also, they are separated by decades, and the long time is enough to change everything in the world.
Human life is like an illusory dream, whether prosperous or miserable, it will eventually return to nothingness.
Hate alone, rugged hazel.
The mountain streams are clear and shallow, and they can be maundy.
Wet my newly cooked wine, only chicken beckons the innings.
The sun enters the room in the dark, and the thorns are substituted for the candles.
Joy has come and gone, and the night has returned to Heavenly Dawn.
After a hard day's work, Tao Yuanming walked alone with a staff in his hand and walked home along the rugged mountain road. The silent mountain road makes people feel a little lonely, and suddenly feel a touch of sadness. Perhaps because I learned of the death of my old friend a few days ago, I still have sadness in my heart.
There was a clear mountain spring flowing by the side of the road, and the spring water clanged, as if calling tao Yuanming, and he couldn't help but think, "Why don't you let this cool spring water soak my feet?" In the "Song of the Waves", it is said: 'The water of the waves is clear, and it can be wet; the water of the waves is muddy, and it can be wet with my feet', and I prefer to use this clear water to muddy my feet. ”
Tao Yuanming naughtily stepped into the water like a child, and suddenly a cool breeze spread throughout his body. Oh, the melancholy I felt when I came, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the world seemed to be completely transformed into this curved spring, clear and transparent, without a trace of dust.
Back at home, I happened to meet a neighbor visiting. Filter the newly brewed cooked wine, and then stew a chicken, and in a flash, the aroma of the house is overflowing, the aroma of wine is mixed with the aroma of vegetables, and the strong smell of human fireworks is emitted.
Seedlings are planted in Donggao, and the seedlings are full of strangers.
Although there are lotus hoes tired, the turbid wine chats self-catering.
The sun is shining, and the road is dark.
Return to the fireworks, and wait for the cornices.
Ask the king what it is, there will be a hundred years of service.
I hope that the mulberry and the silkworm moon will be spun.
Su Xin is just like this, opening the path to hope for three benefits.
The eastern highlands were full of grass seedlings, and the grass seedlings grew very luxuriantly, and Tao Yuanming looked at the fruits of his hard work and felt satisfied. At this moment, all the toils turned into joy, and he only hoped that the mulberry farming would flourish, the silkworm work would be smooth, and he would compose a happy pastoral symphony with a good harvest.
The six poems "Returning to the Garden and Rural Residence" vividly depict the comfort and satisfaction of Tao Yuanming's life in the countryside. Although there is no lack of hardship, there are wives and children waiting in the smoke of cooking, there are newly brewed turbid wine in the huts to relieve fatigue, and there are a few old friends in the red dust fireworks that occasionally get together.
Together with the hoe and the wolf, he interprets the ordinary and poetic life of the peasant.