Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children chased Huang Die,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
Gao Ding's poem "Village Residence"
Grasshoppers fly in February,
Blowing the dike and getting drunk.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
Xin Qiji, Qingpingle Village Residence
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Rowing peacefully
One-leaf fishing boat, two children,
The pole is in the boat.
It's strange to have an umbrella without rain.
It's not covering your head, it's creating wind.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Farming 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.
Children fishing
A unkempt little boy learned to bow,
Sit by the raspberry moss.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.