Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"
Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
The slanting light illuminates the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"
The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people don't complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's "Old Song of the Wild"
The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.
"Shangtian Family" by Nie Yizhong
Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of the eyes, but cutting out the flesh in the heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light. If you don’t take care of the Qiluo Banquet, you will take the light of the escape house.
Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"
It rains lightly, and all the flowers are new, and a thunder startles the insects. The Tian family was free for a few days, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order. Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountains"
The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his clothes and temples were burnt. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still need to pay taxes; if the fields are desolate, they still need to collect seedlings. Sometimes you pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin the firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"
The slanting light illuminates the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral"
The spring doves are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.