Chapter 21 Tao Yuanming VI

Poems are Tao family poems, just as clouds are clouds in the sky.Let's look at the second: There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the poor alleys.Cover the Jingfei during the day, and think about the empty room. In the song of Shi Fu Ruins, we come and go together under the cover of grass.There is no miscellaneous words when we meet each other, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and hemp are long, and the days of my soil are wide.Often afraid of frost and sleet, scattered into grass. It is said that Shakespeare wrote poems and plays, using no more than three thousand English words.In Yuanming's five-character poems, there are almost no rare words.My computer is very suitable for him, unlike the previous writing of Sima Xiangru, which caused headaches with strange characters.Yuanming's poems used Tianjia language, and Zhong Rong, a literary critic decades later, thought he was sick and not elegant enough.Like some critics today, they pretend to be orthodox, but they pretend to be elegant, but they are actually vulgar.

A martingale is a belt worn around a horse's neck while driving.Wheel martingale refers to chariots and horses.Aristocrats in cars would not come to poor alleys. Yuan Ming lived with farmers, worrying about the crops in the field. "Graupel" is a small snowdrop. If it hits the sky and cover the sky, the crops will be beaten to pieces and turned into a piece of weeds.Yuanming's reclamation of wasteland has already yielded results: "My land is growing day by day." The laborer cares about the fruits of his labor, no matter whether he is laboring with his mind or with his hands.Yuanming put down the farm tools, walked towards the pen and inkstone, with calluses on his hands, and wrote the handed down poems with a brush.Literate farmers can understand, and scholars can appreciate, pass on and recite to each other.Yuanming does not write "drawer poems", he looks forward to reading them.

"Five Poems of Returning to Yuantian" is so famous, let's look at the third one at the end: At the foot of the Nanshan Mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and the bean sprouts are sparse.Chen Xing manages the barrenness and filth, and returns with the moon lotus. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.It is not a pity that the clothes are stained, but the wish is not violated. This poem does not need to be explained, it appeals to people's aesthetic intuition.All I can do in this article is just talk about my feelings.Yuanming was not skilled in farming, so he opened up wasteland to the south to plant beans, and the grass was full of bean sprouts.Mrs. Zhai is at home, watching over her five children.Cooking and washing, growing vegetables and feeding chickens, she is busy all day long.Her husband came home with a hoe, and she saw or heard him from afar at the door, and hurriedly warmed up a pot of wine and put the dishes back into the pot... The smoke from the kitchen rose again, but it curled toward the moonlit night.

Two years later, Sonodaju caught fire and burned it all down.The whole family, together with the neighbors, watched helplessly, feeling distressed.There are eight or nine thatched huts, and there are many children, the older ones are fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger ones are only a few years old.Children play with fire to burn houses and thatched huts, and when the wind is high in summer, once the fire comes up, people have nothing to do with it and dare not approach it.The house is gone, the utensils are gone, and I have to move to the boat.For a time, money and food were not counted, and daily expenses were tight.Yuanming was begging for food. Maybe in this year, the five little boys all ate "long rice". Tidying up the garden, but the money is not enough, and it is not as good as before: "Fruits and vegetables have begun to come back to life, but the frightened birds have not yet returned."

But gunpowder rose in the direction of Xunyang, the warlords chased and killed the rebel army, the two sides fought fiercely, and the people fled. Tao Yuanming, 46, moved to Nancun. Whether Nancun is closer or farther away from Chaisang City has been debated by scholars.I haven't verified it, so let's use the latter.Yuanming wrote "Two Poems of Migration", one of which says: In the past, if you wanted to live in Nancun, it was not for divination of its house.Hearing a lot of plain-hearted people, happy and counting mornings and evenings. I have been pregnant with this for many years, and I will serve here today.Why should the disadvantaged hut be so wide? Take enough to cover the bed mats.

Neighborhood songs come from time to time, and protests are in the past.Appreciate the strange texts together, and analyze the doubts and doubts. "Zuo Zhuan. Zhaogong Three Years" records a folk proverb that says: "It is not a house that is a divination, but a neighbor is a divination." The ancients burned tortoises and used the stripes on the tortoise shell to get omens, which is called divination.Yuanming didn't believe in the destiny, so he moved to Nancun only for secular reasons: the Yuantian residence after the fire made people feel sad, and there was a riot in Xunyang.Nancun attracted him because he heard that there were many "pure-hearted people" there.He has been away from official career for five years, and he still has a grudge against "people with miscellaneous hearts".Liu Yu, who crusaded against Huanxuan, was a mixed-hearted person who said one thing and did another, and did a lot of immoral things.Liu Yu's subordinates are even more famous for disturbing the place. At the beginning, Yuanming went to Liu Yu's subordinates to join the army.Now his mind is clear, and he knows where the Suxin people gather.In addition to farmers, there are also scholars like him who have been petty officials.Because of avoiding wars and dignitaries, Suxin people looked for Suxin people and hid in Nancun to form a unified family, regardless of winter, summer and spring and autumn.Can't afford to provoke or hide?Fighting in the east, hiding in the south. "From here to serve today", service is the labor of moving.It doesn't matter if the house is small, as long as you can fit a few beds.Neighbors often come and go, the concept of family status and hierarchy have no market here, and people with mischievous hearts are elsewhere.

Neighbor song: neighbor.The farmhouses are connected into pieces, and the path is winding.An ancient man-made word with multiple meanings. The word "Linqu" is very comfortable, as if it includes the winding river, the rolling hills, and the curling smoke.This is very different from some of today's "new countryside" where farmers are moved into rows of concrete houses.A natural village formed over thousands of years must be changed slowly, and it may take several generations.Never use the urban model to cover the country.Crowded cities are dull enough, and there are enough foolishness in life, and the city's disease will infect the countryside, and both urban and rural areas will be diseased, and it will be difficult to cure for a hundred years.

Judging from this poem, Yuanming's life after the disaster declined significantly.However, the house is shabby, but everyone speaks freely, "denial" is blunt speech, talking about the past and the present.There are good articles, and the difficult points are analyzed together.Yuanming longed to live with Su Xinren, counting the morning and evening.Another major feature of Suxin people is that they can do what they want, without procrastinating.Let's look at the second: There are many good days in spring and autumn, and I ascend to write new poems.Going through the door is more recruiting, and there is wine to consider it.

Farming goes to each other, and leisure is lovesickness.Lovesickness wears clothes, and never tires of talking and laughing. This theory will be overwhelming, and there will be no action.Food and clothing should be kept in mind, hard work will not deceive me. There is still Chaisang Mountain in Jiujiang today, which may be the place where Yuanming ascended.On a good day in spring and autumn, either the wind is mild and the sky is high or the clouds are light.Friends are calling, the poor alleys are full of laughter and laughter, and anyone who has wine can drink it.Everyone is busy at work, and when they are free, they love each other, and when they love each other, they get together: put on clothes and go out.The countryside is vast, on the mountains, by the river, under the trees, and inside the walls, the sun is shining and the moon is shrouding.Scenery, personnel, all happy.Getting along with miscellaneous people, full of flirts, intrigues, full of lies and smirks, it's really fucking annoying.Yuan Ming writes about the daily life of people with a simple heart, but points to people with a bad heart everywhere.So he changed his style of writing and made sense: Isn't the meaning of such a life brilliant?There's no reason to throw it away.Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, and God rewards hard work, and the days of working hard will not bully others.