Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Chengda Fan
Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Guogurenzhuang
Tang Meng Hao ran
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.
Gong Xuan noodle restaurant, holding a cup and talking to Sang Ma.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng
Wang Song Anshi
The eaves of Mao Yan are long and quiet, without moss.
Flowers and trees are all planted by hand.
Fields protected by water will be green,
Two mountain platoon leaders send green.
Youshan west village
Song luyou
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Widows in the mountains
Don Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Weng Juan in April in the countryside.
(Song)
Mountain plain is green, white Manchuria,
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.
Gui yuan Tian ju
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Tao Yuanming
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
Warm and distant villages, the smoke in the yiyi market,
Dogs bark in deep lanes, mulberry trees crow,
The house is clean and vacant.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
Chai Lu
Wang Wei
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.
However, I think I heard a voice.
Sunlight enters the Woods,
Reflected from the green moss to me.
Nei Nei
Wang Wei
Hibiscus,
Red calyx in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream,
Has begun to decline.
Autumn sentiment in mountain residence
Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Niaomingjian
Wang Wei
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
In the spring stream.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Tianjiahang
Wang Jian
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.
In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.
There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.
Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Wild old songs
Ji Zhang
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.
At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Shangtianjia
Nie Zhongyi
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Guantianjia
wei yingwu
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Widows in the mountains
Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Chun zhong Tian yuan
Wang Wei
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Suiyihang
Du Fu
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting.
The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow.
Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.
High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty.
Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain.
It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house.
In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used.
Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks.
When will the sadness of this song end?
Burn a song
Wen tingjun
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye.
The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.
The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran.
Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.
Neighbors can talk, but want to die.
Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.
Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house.
Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.
The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere.
People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.
Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube.
Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.
Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan.
Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.
Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age.
Who knows, lush, official tax.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (1)
Chengda Fan
Plums are golden, apricots are fat,
The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.
No one crossed the long fence,
Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.
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