A hospitable poem

Youshan west village

Lu you

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club,

The clothes are simple and old.

From now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon,

Knocked on the door all night with a stick.

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Tao Yuanming's Wei shui farmhouse;

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 in it? Full ears of wheat, silkworm eyes and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.