In fact, life is already full, why go elsewhere? If you have a dream, why go far away? Living well every day and taking every step is not the same wonderful life.
When you read about life, these beautiful masterpieces of the times become poems.
Whitehead waves on the Chinese Pulsatilla, and one family moves the Jiangpu wind.
He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.
-Zheng Gu's "Fisherman on Huai River"
The old fisherman and his family lived on the boat for many years and caught a bass. His children and grandchildren are busy blowing reeds and preparing to cook fish.
Eating in all directions is just a bowl of fireworks. A life full of fireworks is the most poetic life. ...
Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire.
Poetry and wine use time.
-Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"
Don't miss your hometown in front of your old friends, just light a new fire and cook a cup of newly picked tea, and get drunk while writing poetry.
Life is alive, and everything will definitely not go well. However, the wisdom of human beings lies in that when facing setbacks, they can be optimistic, live happily and start a poetic life.
Several huts and thousands of books are invested in this ancient village.
What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water decocts tea.
-Zhang Kejiu's "Man's Full Moon, Book in the Mountain"
Thousands of books were hidden in several small rooms, and I returned to my old village. What happened in the mountains? Wine is made of pine flowers, and tea is made of river water in spring.
I am interested in participating in the daily life of daily necessities. I'm still full of curiosity about everything in the world, everything in life, every plant and tree, and I won't lose my joy because of my age. I will feel the poetry of life in the fireworks, find the joy of life in a dish and a meal, and strive to make my life more interesting.
On the day of sunset by a river, I rowed across the field and basked in the sand in the net.
The whole family is carefree and noisy.
New glutinous rice wine, orange lotus root bud, golden scale fish, purple crab, red shrimp.
Let's stop drinking cups and plates, try to get drunk and spend the night with Lu Hua.
-Zhao Xianhong's man Fang Ting goes fishing.
This is the happy life of a fisherman.
After work, take a boat to the transition port, dry the net on the beach, and enjoy the family happiness.
Always remind yourself to pay attention to happiness, just like watching the sun on a cold day, your heart will be warm and bright unconsciously.
How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain.
-Li Qingzhao's "Breaking Huanxisha"
Reading on the pillow is more leisurely, and the scenery in front of the door is better in the rain.
I like the days when raindrops don't have to go to work. I nest on the balcony, listening to the rain outside the window. The room is filled with fragrance, and you can turn a page at will if you can touch the book at hand. Don't be too comfortable.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and laid gardenias in the atrium.
-Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
This is a mountain village. My mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have an appointment to wash silkworm eggs together. All the busy people went to work. The gardenias in the yard are idle and no one appreciates them.
One meal at a time, bit by bit, doing everything carefully and living an ordinary life poetically, this is probably life.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
-Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden
The shade of elm willow covered the back eaves of the house, and peaches and Li Lie filled the front yard in spring. The neighboring village in the distance is faintly visible, and the smoke from the kitchen is floating in the village.
Fireworks are the warmest on earth. Looking at the familiar countryside, getting up in the morning, eating the meal cooked by my mother, watching the neighbor's dog bark, chatting and joking with the good friends in the group, there is no great ambition, and this ordinary fireworks is the warmest.
Paper screen stone pillow bamboo square bed, tired hands throwing books, long dreams in the afternoon.
-Cai Que's "Deng Xia Ting"
How cool it is to lie on a bamboo bed with a paper screen stone as a pillow. The hand holding the book for a long time is tired, and the book gradually falls into a long dream.
A rich life is half dull day after day and half eternal. Spend time on trivial details to enrich the boredom of this world, and then there will be elegant poetry in the ordinary.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
-Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the cicadas in the distance. In the fragrant rice, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
The most beautiful living in the countryside at night, cicadas singing rice and flowers. No matter how much trouble you have, it will be solved as soon as the breeze wipes your face.
In the barking of dogs, peach blossoms are thick.
See the deer when the tree is deep, but don't ring the bell at noon.
-Li Bai's "Interview with Taoist Daitian Mountain"
The water is very clear, echoing the faint barking of dogs; Peach blossoms are in full bloom and dew is abundant. The Woods are deep and secluded, and the wild deer are sometimes hidden. There was silence at noon, but no bell was heard.
Put aside worldly troubles, stay away from the noise of the city, and enjoy life quietly in a poetic and elegant place! Away from the hustle and bustle, you can relax, get close to nature and enjoy Jing Ya's poetry of slow life. This is the meaning of travel.
Far away from the fence, there is a dark hall.
Next to Qingqing and Liushui Bridge.
Occasionally take the opportunity to flatten Donggang.
Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy.
-Qin Guan's Xiangzi Tree Around the Village
There are several thatched cottages in the distance. The blue flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood by the stream. Occasionally, I will take a walk through the hills in the east. Birds are singing, swallows are flying and butterflies are flying. It is a beautiful spring.
Holding a pot of tea, looking at trees and flowers, sitting on the rocks by the stream and watching the stream flow … Life can be as idyllic as poetry, which is incredible!
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
-Wang Wei's bamboo house
Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, singing loudly while playing the piano. No one knows in the mountains and forests, only a bright moon is quietly accompanying me.
Even a person can be beautiful. Whether life is happy or poetic depends on your own mentality.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
-Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
Farmers came back with hoes in twos and threes, met by chance on the field path, had a cordial conversation and forgot to go home with joy. Why don't I envy you for being so carefree at the moment? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.
Life need not be so crowded. Half of life is poetic. Let the dull and trivial days become what you like.
The clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and the cars in the south and north of the village ring.
Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
-Su Shi's "Huanxisha"
Jujube flowers have fallen on the skirts of pedestrians, and the voice of car reeling rings in the south of the village. Under the old willow tree, a farmer in coarse clothes is selling cucumbers.
Take advantage of the busy farming, make an appointment with three or five confidants, go to the field to find a piece of grass to meet on the ground, the charcoal fire rises, watch the smoke curling in the stove, smell the aroma of barbecue for an instant, and then look up at the sunset, and the time is very warm and worth looking forward to.
Life can be expected, but years can wait.
The most important thing for us is not to care about truth and falsehood, gain and loss, fame and fortune, dignity and wealth, but how to live happily and find the poetry of life from it.