Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.
Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.
After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books.
Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back.
Busy spring wine, picking vegetables in the garden.
The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze.
Extensive reading "Biography of Zhou Wang", browse the book of mountains and seas.
What could be happier than this view of the universe?
Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas is the first of 13 poems written by Tao Yuanming in his seclusion. The first six sentences of the poem describe to people: in early summer, the vegetation is lush, birds have their own fun in the jungle, and the poet lives in a thatched cottage surrounded by green trees and finds his own fun. After farming, he leisurely reads books. The state of mind is so quiet, natural and peaceful, which shows that everything in the world, including the poet himself, has its own wonderful place. Next, describe the environment of the reading place. The poet lives in a secluded village lane, and he doesn't communicate with the outside world. Even his old friends come to visit and drive around. He drank happily alone, picked vegetables in the garden and ate. How comfortable and complacent it is without the noise and interference of the world! A gust of wind in early summer came from the east with a light rain, which made the poet enjoy the freshness and comfort of nature. The last four sentences of the poem outline reading activities and express reading feelings. In such a secluded hut, the poet widely read Zhou Wang's biography and browsed the map of mountains and seas. "Biography of Zhou Wang", namely "Biography of Mu", tells the fairy story of riding eight horses around the world; Shan Hai Jing Tu is based on the legend in Shan Hai Jing. From the reading methods of "extensive reading" and "floating view" here, we can see that Tao Yuanming did not study for the sake of reading, but only regarded reading as a kind of enjoyment and a spiritual sustenance of seclusion. So the poet finally said, isn't it very happy to read the mystery of the universe in two books in an instant? Is there anything happier than this?