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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Village Rain-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.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. 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, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
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. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. 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 of Pastoral Fun"-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.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and mountain villages are everywhere in bloom in spring. Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget. However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.