Original text:
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Translation:
Red beans planted in the south have sprouted many branches since spring. I hope you can pick more red beans, which can best convey the feeling of acacia parting.
Appreciate:
Red beans are produced in the south, bright red and round, crystal clear as coral, and southerners often come to inlay ornaments. According to legend, there was a woman in ancient times who cried to death under a tree because her husband died in the frontier, and turned the tree into red beans. Later, people called red beans "acacia" Red beans are often used to express lovesickness in Tang poetry. Acacia includes both love between men and women and friendship between friends, and this poem belongs to the latter. The language in the poem is shallow and affectionate, and things are light and affectionate. The little red bean pinned the poet's deep attachment and yearning for his friends.
About the author:
Wang Wei is from Hedong. Painting, calligraphy and painting, my brother are all very talented. In the ninth year of Kaiyuan, Jinshi was transferred to Cheng. Sit tired for Jeju treasurer to join the army, through the right, supervise the admonition, left to fill the vacancy, treasurer doctor, worship the official department doctor. At the end of Tianbao, in order to give something. An Lushan trapped in two Beijing, thieves make money. He took the medicine and was detained in Bordet. Lushan banquet coagulates Bichi, Qian Wei sings poems and mourns, which is heard in the line. Thief Ping was convicted by a third-class thief officer, which was the original reason. Responsible for granting the prince permission, illegitimate children and scholars.
After paying homage to this matter, I turned to Shangshu Youcheng. Wei was famous for his poems in Kaiyuan and Tianbao, and all the kings welcomed him with horses. Wangchuan Villa was awarded in the Song Dynasty, and the landscape was absolutely superior. He was honest in communicating with Taoist friends and played the piano and recited poems all day long. He believed in Buddhism and spent his later years in meditation. One day, I suddenly wanted to write some books and papers. My brother died because of his lifelong relatives and friends. To the secretary in charge.