Song Dynasty: Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
2, drinking fifth (Author: Tao Yuanming)
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Interpretation: My home is built on a busy road, and there are many people, but I have never bothered to entertain others. Ask me how I can be so extraordinary, free and easy, and my mind is naturally quiet and far away from the world. Picking chrysanthemums under the east wall, I was in a trance, and suddenly I looked up at the scenery of Nanshan. In the twilight, colorful fog fills the air, and flocks of birds return to the embrace of Xiangyuan Mountain. Nanzhi, this is the true meaning of life, how can I express its profundity!
3. Mountain farmers
Tang Dynasty: Gu Kuang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
When I walked across the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, the sound of gurgling spring water accompanied me; When I came to the front of the farmhouse, the sun was shining on the eaves of the thatched cottage, and the chickens were cackling, as if welcoming visitors.
4. Return to the pastoral home (Author: Tao Yuanming)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Interpretation: There is a bean field I planted at the foot of the southern hillside. The bean seedlings are overgrown with weeds and grow very sparsely. Mow the grass and loosen the soil in the morning, and go home to rest with a hoe at night. The narrow path was overgrown with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes. What's a pity that clothes are wet? As long as my wish is still there, fun will always exist.
5, one of the farmers (Author: Li Shen)
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Interpretation: As long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?