-Song Fan Chengda
Farming during the day is miserable at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
The wild old man showed his back
—— Tang Liwei
Centenarians don't farm, they only know how to spend their old age.
Sometimes lice scratch their heads and watch them fall asleep under the hedge.
Serenade of Peaceful Joy/ Lyrics to the Joy of Peace and Tranquillity
-Song Xin Qi Ji
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming. Who has white hair?
The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Huanxisha
-history
The rustling clothes and towels fall on jujube flowers, and the cars ring north and south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and the sun is thirsty for tea, knocking at the door and asking the savage.
Tour of Shanxi village
-Song Luyou
Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There's a village where there's no road.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.
Back to the garden, the first part
-Tao Jin Yuanming
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan.
Thirteen years in the dust net.
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Yin's back eaves, in tang qian.
Warm and distant people's villages, the smoke in the Yi market.
In the deep alley where dogs bark, chickens call mulberry trees jump.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
Back to the Garden House (3)
-Tao Jin Yuanming
Planting beans is at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I was busy with waste and filth. I took the lotus home.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
Clothing is not enough, but it is not against your wishes.
2. Describe simple poems and visit Shanxi Village.
Land tour in southern song dynasty
Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There's a village where there's no road.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.
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Don't joke that the wine in the twelfth month is muddy, and there are a lot of delicacies to entertain guests in the harvest year.
There are mountains and water, and there is nothing to do. Suddenly, a village appears in front of you.
You play the flute, I play the drums and celebrate together. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the quaint ancient style remains.
Starting today, if I am allowed to wander by moonlight, I, a white-haired old man, will also knock on Chai Men with a crutch in the dark.
3. What are some simple poems? 1. The solitary tree is hidden and empty, and simplicity conveys the truth.
-Wang Changling "Qin" 2. Simple collection of previous philosophers, the fragrance is more attractive. -Jong Li's book to Mr. Pan Scheeren 3. Honest Confucian politics, simple and ancient style.
-Cai Wei's "Cheng Gong Ju Zhong Shi" 4. I always wear a towel, simple and close to Taigu. -Chen Wenwei "Xin is the life of an old man" 5. From fragrant to shunyu, it is still simple.
-Shi Wenxuan's "Abstinence from Luxury" 6. The master is simple-minded and cherishes Qiong Gui. -Ye Wei's "Give a aragonite glass when accompanying Li to the banquet table" 7. As simple as Sima Gong, it is beyond the reach of the world.
-Orfila's "Difficult to Answer" 8. Vientiane teaches simplicity and is fortunate. -Janice's "Two Gifts for Le Xue" 9. The simple and self-sustaining teacher, Lao Shi, is sober and always alert.
-Zu Wuxuan's Xiao Cheng Xin Zuo Tang became famous, known as the carved house wall 10. I would rather thank Hua Hao than simply think of entertainment. -Wang Yi's Miscellaneous Poems (Four Poems) 1 1. Plainclothes can get home when it is still sunny.
-Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an 12. If you don't listen to the beating of leaves in the forest, why don't you call and walk slowly? -Su Shi's Ding Fengbo 13. I live in my old grandson's house, simple and ancient.
-Du Fu's My Sect (Cang Wei Cao Chongjian) 14. Plainclothes can go home while it is still light. -Lu You's The Beginning of Spring Rain in Lin 'an 15. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
-Wang Wei's "A farmhouse by the Weihe River".
4. What are some simple poems? 1. The solitary tree is hidden and empty, and simplicity conveys the truth. -Wang Changling's "Qin"
2. Simple and sincere, fragrant and elegant. -Jong Li's "Han Shu to Pan Scheeren"
3. Li Anping Confucian politics, simple and ancient. -Cai Jian's poem in Fengcheng Palace.
I always wear a towel, which is simple and close to Taigu. -Chen Wenwei's Xin Qiji
5. It is relatively simple to get from Xinong to Yu Shun. -Interpretation of "abstinence from luxury"
6. The host is simple-minded and cherishes Qiong Gui. -Ye Wei's "Accompany Li to Taiwan for a Banquet and Give a Cup of aragonite"
7. Be as simple as Sima Gong. -Wu Mi "Difficult Guest"
8. The friendship between Vientiane is still simple, and it is fortunate. -Janice's Two Happy Songs
9. The simple and self-sustaining teacher Lao Shi is awake and often awake. -Zu Wuxuan "Xiaocheng's new work hall became famous, and it is known as the engraved home wall."
10. I'd rather thank Hua Hao. Simplicity is entertainment. -Wang Yi's Miscellaneous Poems (four poems)
1 1. Don't sigh at the dust in plain clothes, but you can go home on a sunny day. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
12. If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly? -Su Shi's Ding Fengbo
13. I live in my old grandson's house, simple and ancient style. -Du Fu's My Sect (Cang Wei Cao Chongjian)
14. Don't let the wind and dust sigh in plain clothes, but it is still clear enough to go home. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
15. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, Oh, I'm back! . -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
5. Praise the simple poem "Double Ninth Night".
A yard full of golden chrysanthemums with a bunch of flowers in the middle, the flowers are so lonely.
Just like today's feast, the old man went to the place where the young man went.
Chrysanthemum (Li Shangyin)
Dark purple, bright yellow.
They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House.
Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset.
I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich.
Chrysanthemum (Yuan Zhen)
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
I hope I can help you, please adopt the correct answer.
Your praise or adoption is my motivation to continue to help others.
6. What are the poems describing "the beauty of simplicity" in ancient China? I don't know how much I have experienced when I mentioned this life. Spring, summer, autumn and winter.
When I was young, my heart was too strong and I was always ready to deal with it. Who are you talking to now? A person can't sing any more, and human feelings are as cold as ice: I can't hear you, I'll sing.
When I woke up from my dream, everything was empty. I was worried in the mirror, and my white hair was increasing. I had to hide in Emei Mountain and become a monk on earth, which made people desolate.
At that time, men were brave. Don't talk about what used to be: disappearing into the cold wind. Thirteen, sixteen-character twelve groups 1. How many storms are there? The new year has come, and only good names are passed down.
Lotus, how much love does the world shed? No one can compete in the sun. Lian, who do you send lovesickness for all your life? Thinking of you, I still lean against the fence at midnight.
Lotus, for whom will it last forever? Just me, waiting for you for ten thousand years. The wind is dancing in the sky with long sleeves.
How many years, blow two sleeves clear. The wind, blowing will warm your dreams.
Thousands of miles, the wind that has come and gone without a trace has blown youth into a Chinese Pulsatilla.
It is not surprising that people are old and humiliated. The wind blows down the stars in the sky for me.
Spring rain, landing silently. Shuang Shuang, the cold brought this small village, and overnight, the world changed its face.
Frost worries people about my hometown. Tell me: the years have changed.
First frost, know that I am studying hard at the cold window. Freezing: moonlight in front of the window.
First frost, advise me not to be sad from now on. When I am sad, Iraqis are far away.
Rain, rain, the voice tells me my heart. The song is not finished, dancing gently with the wind.
Rain, sadness like blue silk, hatred like wisps. Comfort me: gentle as parents.
Rain, do you know that I am looking forward to suffering? Rain, the world cheers? Rain, bit by bit like a blessing. For the world, it breeds rice and grain.
Melissa Zhou likes to meet once a year. Ask softly: Have you ever thought of me? Snow often turns the world into heaven.
In the kingdom of heaven: who is not transcendent? Snow, how many grievances have been forgotten? Lead a clean life as jade, purify the mind and spirit. Snow White, who can say a thousand words? Under the snow-capped mountains, blood and fire are rushing.
6. White clouds sing, who will come to send warm every day? This feeling makes people cherish their lips. Yun, who knocks on the boudoir door every night? When the door opened, there was no green Luo's skirt inside.
Yun, who is your dream neighbor? When I woke up, there were stars with me. Clouds turn into autumn rain, which makes people sad. After the autumn rain, they were sad and wanted to break their souls.
7. The countryside is like spring all the year round, and birds and flowers are floating all over the village. Listen carefully. Every sentence has a local accent.
Xia, a painting in front of and behind the village. After lunch, enjoy the cool under the big tree.
In autumn, there are friends from five continents. On the east coast, meet to see seagulls.
In winter, festivals are already in the process of celebration. In the street, firecrackers are ringing.
8. Ten Wild Goose Songs (Ten Poems) Wild Goose, have you ever dreamed of your companions? At midnight, I heard you sigh. Goose, sounds like the call of the heart.
At first glance, it's for you. The once magnificent geese are gone.
Don't miss the place where people live. Goose, why did you take my thoughts away? What remains: a million tender feelings.
Goose, I was at the inn again today. Looking for hometown, pedestrians stop to watch.
The geese brought new wishes to the poet. Fly freely, the poet hopes.
Goose, the wings are still in line. The cold wind is urgent, and the lineup is never chaotic.
Wild geese are the most romantic because of their noble nature. Among the white clouds, Chang 'e was praised.
Goose, flying for thousands of years, is tireless. Drive away all difficulties and hardships for the common people.
Goose, Wan Li is in the sky. With you, the world is more brilliant.
9. How many people know 300 poems? When I have fun, I will show my talent. Words, such as infatuation.
When you read it carefully, every sentence is amazing. Song, fly to Liuhuabo with the wind.
When I met a bosom friend, I had many bosom friends from then on. Rich, the Oriental Dragon dances wildly.
Shake off the wind and rain when dancing. 10. Tian Ge Day, your world is the most beautiful.
Because of you, I have read everything through the ages. Moon, pass my window tonight.
Silence increases loneliness. For whom do the stars twinkle in the clear sky? Know when to enter my dream? Chen Qianli and Wan Li pursued hard.
Sigh the Milky Way, break lovers. 1 1. Four Treasures of the Study pen, how many beacon lights are turned on? In an instant, the war is thousands of miles away.
Ink, into my pen into five mountains. The five mountains are high, and the geese can't fly.
Paper, the only thing in my dream, life is like a blink of an eye. Inkstone, years wear away into homesickness.
How many people read Qin and Han Dynasties under the lamp? 12. The water village draws on the river and rushes to the distance. Like blood, connected with hometown.
River, white swan flying from the source. Ask me, who did you write Three Farewells for? Lakes and stone walls are over 1000 feet high.
Severity and rain, showing my grand plan? The sea has roared for tens of thousands of years. I still cheer for you in my sleep.
14. fishing 2 1. Traveling map of the West Mountain in my sleep, the sky is narrow and small. I don't know who this is. The autumn wind blows away the flowers and leaves.
Do you know that?/You know what? No one dares to say that spring is good before it comes. I can't complain about my troubles, sighing and shaking the mountain warriors, blood-stained shirts, and tears streaming down my face.
At the foot of the mountain, rebels and thieves stood in the way. Who cares about the elders in the mountains? Heroes in distress have few bosom friends, when will the horn ring? Don't laugh, don't you see: the darkness is full of dawn. The Great Wall has not fallen, but it has stood up several times, and a hundred flowers are blooming, making bloom warm in spring.
2. Although the bamboo paintings of the Sixth Ancestor are a few simple rooms and a few worn-out tables and chairs. But often a song is not finished, and then a song starts again.
Today, this song is still being sung, but I didn't see you. Today is different from the past. Now there is a kind of singing and a million kinds of laughter. Who will cherish it? Who pities the prodigal son after a long journey? If you want to make a color book without paper, crush that broken pen.
How many things have become dreams, what is there to talk about? Less firewood and no rice: a bedroll and a bundle of broken books are just a quiet picture.