Hunger drove me away, and I don't know why. Going to Sri Lanka, knocking at the door is clumsy.

These four poems are from Tao Yuanming's Begging for Food. Begging, as the name implies, goes to a friend's house for dinner. When writing this poem, Tao Yuanming was in his later years. He was not bent down by five buckets of rice, and his life was quite difficult, and he often went hungry. So, Tao Yuanming went to a friend's house to eat and drink.

This is really not a glorious thing. When he went to a friend's house, his heart was very tangled. Fortunately, friends are considerate, so there is a "master solution, but not empty." Talk about harmony all day and pour a glass. Love rejoices with new knowledge and joy, words are sung and poems are created. I'm sorry I'm not a Korean talent. I know how to thank you, and I will repay you. "In short, Tao Yuanming had a good meal and the two talked very well.

Borrowing, for most people, is embarrassing and difficult to say. If you have borrowed money from friends, you can certainly understand Tao Yuanming's embarrassment of "knocking at the door". I was in urgent need of money, but I didn't know how to tell others. I ramble a lot, and I'm too embarrassed to say my purpose. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I secretly said that I was borrowing money. Therefore, after reading this poem by Tao Yuanming, on the one hand, I feel sad for the embarrassment of Tao Gong in his later years, on the other hand, he really understands human feelings in life.

Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row.

This poem is from Du Fu's "Eight Guards for Chu Shi". This is a poem I like very much. The meaning of the poem is actually very simple, that is, Du Fu, a middle-aged man, suddenly has an old friend to visit. As for this old friend, I haven't seen him for more than 20 years. I only remember when he was young.

Now, two good friends are nearly gray, with a row of children, each with his own life experience. Different from modern times, there were WeChat and telephone exchanges in ancient times. It's hard to know whether a friend is alive or dead. Moreover, Du Fu drifted all his life and experienced an Anshi rebellion, which made him even more fearful and uneasy. Suddenly meeting an old friend was a great surprise in his life. Every time I read this poem, I deeply feel that there is nothing better in this world.

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. Middle-aged people listen to the rain on the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk, there are stars in the temple. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless and will last until dawn.

This word is Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain in the Southern Song Dynasty. When writing this word, the Southern Song Dynasty had been destroyed by Yuan soldiers. The pain of national destruction and the separation of life are all immersed in words, which makes people cry.

If we ignore the background of national subjugation in the Southern Song Dynasty, listening to rain is also a word about life. Young and frivolous, middle-aged wandering, old and lonely. Sorrow is always ruthless. Friends come and go, and relatives gradually leave, leaving them alone.

Death is just around the corner. I am lonely, but I can only find some tenderness and comfort in distant memories. It's really hard.