Late Spring Pastoral Miscellany
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Fan Chengda
Original text:
Zi The green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow long. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.
The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water.
Hu butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year.
The air is cool at dawn in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see and move the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida.
Three-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.
Around the dirty water, half of the hut is missing. It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat is holding Fengtian back.
The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables are coming back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks.
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.
There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.