Passing through the village of the old man
-Meng Haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Hold banquets, nurseries,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Rain in the mountain village
-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Flowers.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
-Wang Wei
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows.
Slow flow
. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry,
Smoke wafted from the house at midnight. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Serenade of Peaceful Joy/ Lyrics to the Joy of Peace and Tranquillity
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Rural residence
-Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. Chu Er bean
Dong Xi, Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop. He likes kids and rogues best. He lay on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Walking down Zhongnanshan, I came to Hu Si's kind pillows and bowls.
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-Li Bai
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. I passed a friend's farmhouse,
When his children call from the thorn gate. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.
Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
April in the countryside
Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.