Meng Haoran's representative works: Qin Zhong sends a message to a great man far away, Passing the Old Man's Village, Spring Dawn, a night-mooring on the jiande river, a message from lake dongting to premier zhang, etc.

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Tang Meng Haoran often wants to lie in a hill, if I had enough means to live as a recluse!. Staying in Chang' an is not my wish. my heart to Donglin School will miss my teacher. The gold is gone, my youthful desires have been burnt with the years. The evening breeze blows to the bleak breeze, listen to the late cicada sound melancholy more.

I wanted to retire to the mountains for a long time, but I was struggling with no money. It is not my wish to stay in Chang 'an, but I miss my teacher from Donglin. Gold runs out like firewood, and ambition wanes day by day with the years. In the evening, there is a bleak cool breeze, and listening to the cicadas in the evening adds to the sadness.

2. Passing the Old Man's Village Don Meng Haoran

preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village, and green mountains lie across the city. Open the window to face the grain field vegetable garden, raise your glass and chat about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to watch chrysanthemums.

3, "Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. After one night of wind and rain, how many are the fallen flowers.

In spring, before I knew it, it was dawn, and it was the chirping bird that disturbed my deep sleep. Last night, the wind and rain kept falling. How many beautiful spring flowers were blown off?

4. a night-mooring on the jiande river Don Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.

When the boat was moored in a misty continent, new worries came to the guest's mind at dusk. The wilderness is boundless and the sky is darker than a tree, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5. a message from lake dongting to premier zhang Don Meng Haoran

here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang. I want to cross the water to find the boat and oars, the holy age of Homebound is really ashamed. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

Autumn water rises, almost even with the shore, and the water and sky are confused and integrated with the sky. Yunmeng osawa water vapor transpiration is in vain, and the rough waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the water, but I can't find a boat or paddle. It's really shameful to live idle in the enlightened age. Sit around and watch others fish hard by the river, but it's a pity that they can only be empty-minded.