Tao Yuanming was a great poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the pioneer of China's pastoral poems. His values are not seeking wealth, being content with poverty and being happy, and living happily in quietism. His attitude towards life is simple and let nature take its course. He is content with rural life and attaches importance to self-cultivation. He advocated small countries with few people, small-scale peasant economy, and the sound of chickens and dogs among villages. Without exploitation, oppression and deception, it is his social ideal to work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day.
His contribution to literature, besides initiating China's pastoral poetry, also lies in his poetic prose creation. The representative works of prose are the famous Peach Blossom Spring and Biography of Mr. Wu Liu. Self-sacrifice is a parallel prose, belonging to the category of verse. Because each sentence usually has four to six words, it is also called "Liu Siwen". Self-sacrifice is his masterpiece. It is a eulogy written for himself when he died, which is equivalent to "epitaph".
This eulogy is sincere and touching, at the same time, it is full of iron openness and calmness.
The full text can be divided into four paragraphs.
The first paragraph is about when I was dying and the tragic scene of people seeing me off.
In the second paragraph, I recalled my life's poverty and hardship, and the fortune of Lotte know life.
In the third paragraph, I write my own maverick, I don't admire wealth, I like drinking and writing poems, I am broad-minded and I don't miss the world.
The fourth paragraph says that I don't care about the luxury of building a tomb, the praise after death, or the feeling of dying.
Full text description and discussion. There is a rendering of the bleak scene, a recollection of life experiences, a comparison between one's own nature and the world, and a feeling of life and death, death without regret and death without fear. The keynote of this eulogy is generous and tragic. There are both crying and complaining, both open-minded and detached. In the use of language, the language is gorgeous and the rhyme is harmonious. The full text is full of charm and beautiful.
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self-sacrifice
Dong Yuanming
Years old but under age, there is no shooting in law. The weather is cold, the nights are long and the atmosphere is bleak. The geese are in the sign, and the plants are yellow. Tao Zi will resign from the Anti-bank Pavilion and return to his home forever. An old friend shows compassion for others and walks with his ancestors this evening. Ashamed of cooking well, the recommendation is clear. Black face, listening to the desert. Alas!
Huge stones are long and high. Is to give birth to everything, and the rest is to be a man. Self-sufficiency is a poor thing. Every time I use up my basket, I get old in winter. Including Ji, singing negative pay. Mimi Chai Men, it's my night. Metabolism in spring and autumn, there is business in the garden. Transportation and beauty is a complicated education. I take pleasure in elements, and I take pleasure in seven strings. In winter, the sun is exposed, and in summer, spring comes out. Diligence is glory, and the heart is always there. Lotte Committee points, and even a hundred years.
Only this century, my wife loves it. If you are not afraid of anything, you will cherish time. Keep it in the world and see it without thinking. Well, I'm alone. I used to be an alien. If you are spoiled, you will be proud. I am poor and lonely. I drink and write poems. Know life, know life, the domain can be ignored. The rest of the world can be changed without hatred. Life is a hundred years old, eager to be fat. From old age to old age, I fell in love again.
If the temperature exceeds the threshold, the death will be different. It's dawn outside, and my good friend will catch it at night. Bury nakano to appease his soul. Let me do it, rustling at the tomb door. Ashamed, laughing at Wang Sun's frugality. The outline is gone, and the generosity is far away. If you don't seal the tree, the sun and the moon will pass. A bandit's reputation in front of him is more important than a song behind him. Life is really hard, so what is death? Alas!
(This episode of "Art and Literature Collection" is thirty-eight. )
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self-sacrifice
Ding Mao in September, the weather is cold. The night is long and the weather is bleak. The wild geese fly south, and the plants are getting yellow and dotted. Tao Zi is going to say goodbye to others.
The world, die forever. My old friend is sad, so he will send me tonight. Provide delicious vegetables and drinks. Watch my face fade.
Gradually dim, listening to my voice getting farther and farther. Hey! Pathetic!
Vast land, distant sky. Everything in the world is born, and I can be an adult. I have met it since I was born.
The fate of poverty. Rice bowls and buckets are often empty and linen clothes are worn in winter. Go to the valley in high spirits to fetch water and carry firewood.
Sing while walking. The dim Chai Men accompanied me day and night. In spring, I went to Qiu Lai to work in the garden. It is cultivation, cultivation and education.
Seedling is reproduction. I am very happy to read books, and I am very happy to listen to the piano. Sunbathing in winter and washing springs in summer. Try not to leave a penny.
Physical strength, there is often leisure in my heart. Be happy to follow heaven and do your duty. So for the rest of my life.
It is only because life is only a hundred years that people cherish it. Fearless, love and cherish time. Alive or dead
People attach importance to it, and they will miss it when they die. But I am a maverick, and my ideas are different from others. Glory is not your own glory, Black Dye.
Can you make me black? I live proudly in a broken house, drinking and writing poems happily. Knowing your destiny, you can stop worrying about it as soon as possible.
Lovers are born. Now that I'm dead, I can have no resentment. 100 years old, eager to retire. What do you want to be with when you are old?
What about yours?
Cold comes and summer goes. Death is different from living. Relatives come in the morning and friends come in the evening. Bury me in the wilderness and let my
The soul is calm. My ghost lingers in the shadows, in front of my grave.