The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
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Song Yang Wanli
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Qingpingle village house
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Gubai
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
Immortals drop their feet and osmanthus trees reunite.
The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who to eat with.
Children fishing
Don Hu Lingneng
A unkempt little boy learned to bow,
Sit by the raspberry moss.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
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Qingyuanmei
The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.