Comrade, whose "shepherd boy" are you asking about?
Huang Tingjian
Riding a bull far past the front village, the wind of flute can be heard diagonally across the Long River.
How many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an are not as good as you if they run out of agencies.
Lu Zhao
Who has the heart of a shepherd boy, sleeping on the cattle in the deep autumn.
I play a tune from time to time, so why worry about not being able to hear the music from the north or the south.
Liu Jia
The shepherd boy bowed to the guests and dropped the mountain fruits in his arms. The cattle are driven back day and night, and the wind and rain in front of the stream are bad.
Qi Chan
The cattle can ride freely, and the spring breeze and drizzle fly. In the green mountains and green grass, there is a flute and a coir raincoat.
Go and sing at sunrise, and return home with the bright moonlight in your palms. Who can be like you? It is neither right nor wrong.
The Hidden Mountains
The shepherd boy didn’t recognize anyone, only wearing mango shoes and hats. The morning sun has not yet appeared, the mountains are clear, and the raincoat is still half wet with dew drops. In February and March, the grass on the plains becomes green.
Three or five people ride on oxen, grazing in the front village and the back village. The sound of the flute was heard in one fell swoop, and all the children sang and danced together. Look at the day as it sets towards the west, everyone rides the bull and goes back.