Returning home, living in the wilderness of Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, there are few people in poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky. Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted. Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet. It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu. Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day. The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame. Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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. This is a question of going to the countryside. Don Wang Weiping lives on Qi's water, and there are no mountains to the east. 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. Autumn rain in the countryside is Tang Geng's business. In the desert, there are heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rustling rain hangs down. For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook. Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. The four seasons are idyllic, and in the Song Dynasty, Fan became a big black bird and threw himself into the forest. The tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of him went to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity Song Fan Chengda Ritian Yunye Ji Ma, each village takes charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. C. homesickness, quiet night, thinking of Tang Li Bai, the foot of the bed is bright, is there frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to an old friend, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao accumulated homesickness in Tang Dynasty, and the world gathered in turmoil. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the customer turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves. And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums. Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.