Author: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Cunju
Author: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
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Author: Yuan Mei
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Trying to catch cicadas, I suddenly became silent.
Children fishing
Author: Hu Lingneng
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
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Author: Yang Wanli
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
Chishang
Author: Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
2. Children Fishing, an ancient poem describing childhood life (Hu Lingneng)
Children with hooded heads learn to stand upright,
Lying on your side, raspberry moss reflects your body.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
Gulangyue Star (Li Bai)
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Yupan. I suspected that the mirror of Yaotai flew to the end of Qingyun Mountain.
Li Bai's Long March
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse,
Trotting around in circles, throwing green plums,
We live together in an alley with long roots.
We are both young and happy.
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent (Cui) has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Smile and ask the guest where he is from.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
Who can tell me some poems about rural life? In "Passing the Old Village", the poem describing the beauty of the countryside is: We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains; Sentences expressing attachment to friends and the countryside include: I'll come back when I'm on vacation in the mountains and in the chrysanthemum season.
4. In "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake", the sentence of writing that Yingying swallows spring is: several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at spring mud; The poem about wild flowers and spring grass is: flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
5. In Mr. Yin's Shu Lake wall, personification is used to give life and feelings to the landscape and highlight their relationship with people. The poem is: one water protects the field and two mountains send green.
6. In "Traveling to Shanxi Village", when the performance was confused, I suddenly saw a poem of hope: the mountains are heavy and the waters are doubtful, and there is no way, and there is another village. These two sentences are the crowning touch of this poem, full of philosophy. ? fr=qrl3
4. Poems of April Pastoral Life In the early Song Dynasty, Weng Juan was covered with green, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and Fan Chengda only planted silkworms in the Southern Song Dynasty. Plums are golden yellow, apricots are yellow, wheat is white, and cauliflower is rare. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Propagation Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous Propagation 12 Unique purple-green water shield rolls with lotus fragrance, and the buds of Jade Snow Qin are long. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.
The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.
Butterfly has entered cauliflower, and no guests have come to Tianjia for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.
The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.
The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.
The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.
Sweat comes all around, and there is no half of it. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.
The wool needle is soft and tender, and its bitter taste is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.
Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.
After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
At four o'clock, the countryside was full of excitement, and chickens crowed in Liuhuashen Lane, and the mulberry leaves were not green. It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.
The soil paste is frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers bloom; Out of the house, the land is still lush and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip has crossed the wall. Gaotian Ermai is green in the mountains, and the green in the low fields near the water is not cultivated; Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity.
Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. The witch feels that the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.
The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard. The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.
Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring. It was Niumo's road ahead and moved to the west side of the gate.
Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green. Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.
Guo wrapped people to worship and sweep back, and newly opened wine to recommend green plums. The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting.
There is a good feeling when you are looking for spring, and water is like a cup after rain. With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back.
Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children. The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries.
Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan. I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.
Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender. Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.
The countryside in autumn is very lively, with low mountains and high moons, and the rest of my sleep goes to the suburbs by the river. Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests.
The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk. If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage! Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts.
The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence. The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.
Gan Yin Gao lacks a cow palace and drinks dolphin hoof soil. Deer are not as long as calves, so they will be planted in the east of the city next year.
Let the boat have a look at the snow-capped mountains, and the wind will get colder and colder at night. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice! Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter.
Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish. Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup.
Don't be angry that the old woman has no food, laugh at the chestnut fragrance in the ash. Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year.
Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time. Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon.
Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine. Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south; Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.
Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.
In the late spring, the countryside is full of excitement. The newly-built ridges are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, and first frost is sunny; Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls.
If you lose without hesitation in two minutes, you will still win the chaff. The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will get drunk for a career.
I wonder if it's new. Silver carp, silver carp, silver carp, four-cheeked bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
The new frost announced the depth of autumn and dyed the green forest into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.
In just the right spring, the countryside is full of excitement, with sea, rain and rivers piling up, and new fish and vegetables come in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.
In late spring, the countryside is full of flowers, the plums are golden and apricot fat, and the wheat is white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed a long fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly.
In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
The evening of Zhumen Bridge is boiling and cheering, and the evening of Tian She is quiet. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to care about crossing the river.
Orange borer, such as silkworm, enters the chemical machine, and cocoon, such as hemp fiber, hangs between branches; Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly. Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family.
There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind. Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain.
Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons. Look at the spider's low net. It stops the worm from flying for no reason.
Embarrassed, the dragonfly hangs upside down and urges Shan Tong to save him. The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax.
Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes. It's hard to hang down, but also to avoid wind and rain, it's colder.
Gui sued the public holiday for plundering surplus grain, rewarding private debts and losing his official position. There is only rain in Qiu Lai, but there is no cloud in Jiazi.
After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until the warehouse is cleared. Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is diving, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky. Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city.
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs. The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.
Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon. Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late.
The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly. It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts.
Unable to buy.
5. Bai Juyi, an ancient poem describing childhood life.
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
Cunju
Gao ding (Qing)
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
Xin Qiji's Country House
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best,
Xi Touwobao Peng Lian
6. Poetry of pastoral life: Du Fu in Jiangcun, the stream in Qinghe embrace the village, and everything in Changjiang village is quiet.
Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
All you need for many diseases is medicine. What else can you want by the river? The river is annoyed by flowers, and there is nowhere to tell except madness. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago.
Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.
There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
Look east at the flowers and cigarettes in Shaocheng. It's time for the high glistening in western restaurants to resolve jealousy. Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life?
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Love flowers don't want to die, but they are afraid to spend all their years urging each other. Many branches are easy to fall, and young leaves are discussed in detail.
7. Writing poems about rural life is destined to belong to rural literature/love. Tianya was born from the earth. I think I am destined to belong to the countryside, just like the old locust tree at the entrance to the village. I'm wrinkled and lost in meditation. It's always hard to erase dusk from my heart. The fire in the kitchen pond with mother's white hair turned her face into a bronze statue, solemn and sacred. Calm, often in the silence of birds returning to their nests, the old cow and I will moan with the sunset and crush gold along the grass path. I like to smell the earth with all my heart, just like an old cow holding a handful of Toona sinensis from April. Father's sweat makes the land a treasure for cultivators. In the country, I can hear the most beautiful love songs of country birds. We can see the innocence of peach blossom first love in the countryside. I don't have to worry about noise and harassment in the countryside. I can always walk around the countryside in Hao Yue, where there are many sincere and simple smiling faces that make my soul full of fragrance. In this ridiculous era of human nature, the countryside has taught me how to be a man. I don't care about so many people. I can't wait to get my body and soul out of the country. I still let my blood flow with the river, so that a heart can take root in the soil and crops can be born from the soil. After taking a bath in the soil and painting that full stop, I will always close my eyes in the soil and give myself to the melon shed and bean stall for the rest of my life. A naked boy who cries when he sees the ground is destined to belong to a country that will never go out.
Leaves. Childhood village is a fresh morning. Who whispers about cooking fragrant rice in the dream? The venue is very small.
Like a folded gold ingot, it can't hold a lover's smile or a granary with a bumper harvest of wild vegetables, so the autumn is finished. She was caught in a storm.
Who took her fast food? She still holds a small bunch of green bristlegrass in her arms. Sickle is just an excuse to kill her. (2) The place where we eat and live is fried meatballs.
After watching the river all winter, it began to hurt. The fallen leaves in the snow ground into miscellaneous grains in the sun, and my mother was drying the "Ma Bao" wet by the rain in the yard. A few sparrows poked their heads out under the eaves.
Foraging. Maybe they think it's grain. The parents of two dogs are fighting again. Last night, a new road to get rich was built in front of the digital village that they couldn't buy. Under the cliff is a wooden bridge made of three bamboos. Many people took risks.
On the day of spring ploughing, the fields were deserted. Tang Luyan, a shepherd boy squatting in the field, spread the grass horizontally for six or seven miles, and the night wind fluttered three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. The boat crossed Anren Song Yang Wanli, and a fishing boat with two children stopped on the boat.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward. Some villagers are discussing the trend of the lottery tonight.
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop) 2. Autumn moon Yang Mingxi, Dongling Song.
(Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "October 28th is a storm") 4. Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old.
(Dong Sigong: "Shousui") 5. Ming Sheng has an autumn wind, buying wine and flying snow in winter. (Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear.
(Chen Yi: Mei) 7. I don't know that the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum") 8. Children's winter snow is worse than their neighbors', but according to the shore, they are stupid but precious.
(Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb) 9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I report my shadow in front of the knee lamp. (Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night) 10. The weather and personnel are urging each other, the winter solstice is sunny, and spring is coming again.
(Du Fu: Xiaozhi) 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have?
(Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
(Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass)) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. (Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous History) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: It's not worth going to the park) In the poem, summer is 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long.
(Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
(Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat.
("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze.
(Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.
(Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: "Dark Sun in March") Poetry Mid-Autumn Festival 1. The operation of the sun and the moon seems to be from the vast ocean.
(Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
(Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
(Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? Two dog's mother committed suicide by taking poison.
The poem (two sentences) describing rural life is an ancient poem about rural scenery and rural life.
Poetry, too, should be avoided without a plan. I came again in the chrysanthemum season. Cattle and sheep went home along the path, silkworms were sleeping and mulberry leaves were peeling.
The display of pheasants and wheat seedlings.
We looked at the green trees around your village, leaned against a cane, and thought of his son, the shepherd boy.
There is another village,
Flowers and trees are planted by hand, and what is lacking in rural areas is to seek seedlings.
Around the water source protection area will be green, greeting each other cordially,
Two mountain platoon leaders send green.
A farmhouse by the Wei River.
In the setting sun of the country.
Ren is in the deep mountains, where the mountains are blue and the firewood leaves burn.
Youshan west village
Song luyou
Don't laugh at farm wine.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
Choose wild vegetables and roots for cooking.
Mulberry is still abolished to pay taxes.
Widows in the mountains
Don Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
And a rugged old man in a thatched door.
Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng
Wang Song Anshi
The eaves are long and clean, without moss.
When the mountain is on holiday, I sigh old songs, oh, I'm going back again! .
Gong Xuan Noodle Farm, you entertain me on your farm: passing by the old people's village.
Tang Meng Hao ran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
Fu Tian Jojo is here.
No wonder I long for a simple life and talk to Sang Ma with a cup in my hand.
9. Ancient poems about rural life 1, "Returning to the Garden", Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning to weed and go home by moonlight at night. The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
2, "Mountain Farmhouse" Tang Dynasty: Gu Kuang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
When I walked across the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, the sound of gurgling spring water accompanied me; Came to the front of the farmer's house, the sun shone high on the eaves, and the chickens clucked as if welcoming visitors. Shan Nong accompanied me to visit the roasted tea and said apologetically, don't blame me for being smoked; When he arrived at the threshing floor, Shan Nong was ecstatic because he could thresh in fine weather.
3. "Lingyang West to Xia Jing Sedan" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The flowing water in Setan is endless, and apes are running on both sides of the mountain.
The waves of the stream are like snow, and it is impossible to cross the boat in the water.
Boatman and fisherman, I'm afraid 1000 boats punted here in the first year.
Setan's flowing water is endless, and apes are running everywhere on the mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. The waves rolled up by Lingyangxi are like snow, and the boulder stands sideways in the water and can't cross the boat. I'm afraid boatmen and fishermen will break 10 thousand poles here a year.
4. "April in the Country" Song Dynasty: 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.
The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The cuckoo is singing in the drizzle. April in the countryside is the busiest time. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
5. Nongjiale Tang Dynasty: Yan
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.
When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka was born.
Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.
6. "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven" Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, both men and women in the village have their own household affairs. Although the children can't plow and weave, they have learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.