Green and red melons, green vines and leaves make up a unique and interesting decoration, which is much cuter than a pair of stone lions squatting in front of a tall building or two upright flagpoles.
After several spring rains, when you go there for a walk, you will often see many fresh bamboo shoots sticking out of the soil in groups. (3) Walking in front of their house, you will definitely see a hen, leading a group of chickens, foraging in the bamboo forest; Or see a rooster wagging its tail and striding around on the ground.
The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the homing birds flying overhead are all their good friends. Together with rural families, they painted a natural and harmonious pastoral scenery.
Ancient poems and phrases:
1. Crossing the old people's village
Tang Meng Hao ran
? Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend (sh incarnation), you entertain me on your farm.
? We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue of the surrounding mountains.
? Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
? Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
2.partridge sky
Song Xin qi Ji
On strangers, soft mulberry branches and oriental silkworm eggs have been born.
The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.
The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people.
Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.
3. April in the countryside
Weng Juan
Full of mountains and green, full of white rivers,
In the regular sound, the rain began to rain like smoke.
There are few idle people in the countryside in April.
Only when sericulture is planted in the field. ?
Youshan west village
Lu you
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Xijiangyue Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
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.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and laid gardenias in the atrium.
Hope to adopt ~! Crab crab ~