"The world is so big, I want to go to see", a sentence, in a poetic way, to say the desire of many people's hearts.
In fact, life is full, why need to be elsewhere? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Every day, every step, is not the same wonderful life.
These beauty to the extreme of the ancient masterpiece, read and read life into a poem.
The white-headed man on the white-headed wave, home by boat to move Jiangpu wind.
A foot of bass newly caught, children and grandchildren blowing fire in Ogi.
- Zheng Gu, "Fisherman on the Huai Shang"
The old fisherman, with his family, lived on the boat for years and years, and caught a perch, and his children and grandchildren were busy blowing the reed flowers to prepare to cook the fish.
The four directions of food affairs, but a bowl of human fireworks. A life full of fireworks is the most poetic life ......
Hugh on the old man thinking of the old country, and will be the new fire to try new tea.
Poetry and wine take advantage of the years.
--Su Shi, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River" (望江南-超然台作)
Don't miss your hometown in front of your old friends, let's just put on a new fire and cook a cup of freshly-picked tea, and make poems and drunkenness while you're still in the prime of your life.
Life in the world, certainly not everything will be happy. But the wisdom of mankind is that, in the face of disappointment, can be optimistic, happy life, open a period of poetic life.
A few cottages, hidden books, cast the old village home. What's going on in the mountains? The pine blossoms are used to brew wine, and the spring water is used to make tea. --Zhang Kejiu, "Full Moon of the People - Book Affairs in the Mountain" A few thatched cottages, hiding ten thousand volumes of books, I returned to the old village life. What's going on in the mountains? Brewing wine with pine flowers and making tea with spring river water. Every day excited to participate in the life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, to the world of things, life, a grass, a tree, still full of curiosity, not because of the age of growing up and throw away the joy, in the fireworks of the world to feel the poetry of life, in a vegetable and a meal to find the joy of life, and strive to make their own life more interesting. The evening sun on the river, the boat across the wild ferry, the net sunshine Ting Sha. A family of young and old, no worries, want to clamor. New glutinous wine, orange root buds, fish, purple crabs, red shrimp. Cups and plates are not enough to get you drunk, and the moon is in the sky. - Zhao Xianhong, "Full House - Fishing" This is the happy life of a fisherman's father. After laboring, the boat is put across the ferry, the nets are sunned on the river bank, and the family enjoys the happiness of heaven. Reminding oneself of happiness is like looking at the sun on a cold day, the heart will be warm and bright without realizing it. It's good to have a book on your pillow, and it's good to have a rainy day in front of your door. --Li Qingzhao, "The Raccoon Sand" It's so easy to read on the pillow, and the view in front of the door is even better in the rain. Favorite rain drops do not have to go to work on the day, nestled in the balcony listening to the sound of the rain outside the window, the house sub filled with aroma, touching the hand of the books, casually flipping through a page, the day is not too cozy. Women and nuns call for silkworms to go, idle in the gardenias. -- Wang Jian "rain over the mountain village" This is a mountain village, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law about to go together to wash the silkworm seeds, busy people went to work, the gardenia in the yard, idly blooming, no one to appreciate. A meal, a meal, a little bit, seriously do everything, the ordinary life out of poetry, this is probably life. Warmth surrounds the city. Dogs barking in deep alleys, chickens crowing in mulberry trees. --Tao Yuanming's "Dwelling in the Garden" Elm and willow trees cover the back of the house, and the peaches and plums are all over the yard. The neighboring villages are faintly visible in the distance, and the smoke from the cooking pots is billowing from the village. The human heart, the most warm heart. Looking at the familiar countryside, get up in the morning, eat your mother's cooking, see the neighbor's dog barking, and good friends in the group chatting and laughing, which has no ambition, this ordinary ordinary human fireworks the most warm heart. Paper screen, stone pillow, bamboo square bed, hand tired of throwing the book afternoon dream long. -- Cai Zhen's "Summer Day at the Chegai Pavilion" The paper surrounded by the screen stone as a pillow, lying in the bamboo bed how cool, long held up the scroll hand has been tired, throw the book aside gradually into the long dreamland. The life of the rich, half of the day after the ordinary, half of the time is new. Spend time on insignificant details, to enrich the world's uninteresting, then the ordinary will have elegant poetry. The bright moon is a magpie, and the breeze is a cicada in the middle of the night. The year of the rice flower, listen to the sound of frogs. --Xin Qiji, "The Moon on the Western River - Night Walking on the Yellow Sand Road" The bright moon in the sky rose above the treetops, startling the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to blow in the sound of distant cicadas. In the aroma of rice, people talked about the harvest year, and a burst of frogs chirped in their ears as if they were talking about the harvest year. The most beautiful life is the night in the countryside, the cicadas chirping frogs, the fragrance of rice, and then more worries, just a wisp of wind on the face, will be part of the dissolution. Dogs barking in the water, peach blossom with dew thick. The deer are seen in the deepest trees, and the bells are not heard in the afternoon. --Li Bai, "A Visit to the Taoist Priests of Daitian Mountain" The water is clear, and the barking of the dogs echoes; the peach blossoms flourish, and are full of colorful dew. The woods are deep and secluded, and the wild deer appear and disappear. Noon was silent, and the bells were not heard. Put aside the world's troubles, away from the urban hustle and bustle, in a poetic and elegant place to quietly enjoy life! This is the meaning of traveling. Far away from the wall, hidden thatched hall. Soaring green flag, flowing water bridge. I have been to Donggang by chance. The warblers are crying, the swallows are dancing, the butterflies are busy. --Qin Guan, "Hsing Hsiang Zi - Trees Surrounding the Village" In the distance, there is a walled area, with a few thatched cottages. The green flag flies in the wind, and a small bridge stands beside the stream. Occasionally, I took the pleasure of traveling and walked across the eastern hillock. The warblers are singing, the swallows are flying, the butterflies are in a hurry, a great springtime. Hold a pot of tea, look at the tree full of flowers, sit on the stream side of the stone, look at the stream gurgling clear flow ...... life can be as idyllic as poetic, cozy to incredible! Sitting alone in a secluded bamboo grove, playing the zither and then whistling. Deep forest people do not know, the bright moon to shine. --Wang Wei's "Bamboo Hall" Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo grove, playing the zither while singing and wailing. No one knows about the deep mountain forest, only a bright moon is with me quietly. Even if you are alone, it can be wonderful. Whether life is pleasant and poetic depends on one's state of mind. The farmer arrives with his hoe, and he sees me. This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high level of confidence in the world, and I've never seen a person with a high level of confidence in the world. --Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia" The peasants returned with their hoes in twos and threes, and met each other by chance on the field paths, and talked to each other in an affectionate manner, forgetting to go back to their homes. In such a moment of such leisure how can I not call me envious? I can't help but recite the words "Shih Wei" in frustration. Life doesn't have to be so crowded, half life, half poetry. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to make the most of your time and money. The first step in the development of the city is the construction of a new city, the first step in the construction of a new city, the first step in the construction of a new city, the first step in the construction of a new city, the first step in the construction of a new city, the first step in the construction of a new city, the first step in the construction of a new city. --Su Shi, "Raccoon Sand" The date blossoms are falling on the lapels of the pedestrians, the sound of reeling carts is ringing in the south and north of the village, and under the ancient willows there is a farmer dressed in coarse cloth selling cucumbers. Take advantage of the busy, about three or five friends, go to the field to find a piece of grass to get together in the sky, the charcoal fire, see the furnace smoke curls, smell the barbecue aroma overflowing in just a few moments, and then look up has been the sunset, time is very warm, it is worth looking forward to. ? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The most important thing for us is not to compare the truth and falsehood, gain and loss, fame and fortune, noble and lowly, rich and poor, but how to be happy, and find the poetry of life.