Mao Yan (2) is low and small, with green grass growing by the stream. Drunk, Wu Shenghao, white-haired boy. The eldest son hoes beans ⑥ Dong Xi, and the second is knitting a chicken coop. I like the death of children. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers.
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.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty) in Passing the Old Village;
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself. -"Drinking"
There are also many idylls describing carefree and unrestrained life.