1, people are idle, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
2. Spring is singing in the house, and the apricot flowers beside the tree are white. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
5. The mountains are green and the mountains are white, and the rain is like smoke in the rules of sound and sound. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
6, out of the field during the day and numb at night, the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
7. Living in the water, there is no mountain in Dongye. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.
8, the mountain is cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing. 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. Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .
9. The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
10, the mud mirror in the new building is flat, everyone cooks, and it is sunny in first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
1 1, full of sad winter scenery, there are many mangrove temples on a mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
12, Jia Yi was exiled for three years, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.