Fan Song Chengda
First, spring is full of pastoral excitement (12)
At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green. It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.
The paste of the earth is constantly urged by the rain, and all flowers bloom. Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.
Gaotian Ermai is connected with Qingshan, and the Qingtian near the water is not cultivated. Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity.
Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. The witch thinks the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.
The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard. The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.
Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring. Get out of the way in front of the door and walk to the west of the door.
Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green. Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.
Li Guo's family paid tribute to him and opened a new wine to recommend Qing Mei. The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting.
Good spring outing, water like a cup after rain. With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back.
Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children. The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries.
Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan. I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.
Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender. Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.
Second, the late spring pastoral variety (12)
Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.
The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.
Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.
The skirt is covered with green apples. It's a little cold and I'm too lazy to travel. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.
The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.
The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.
There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.
The wool needles are soft and fragrant, and the sweet and sour color is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.
The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.
Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.
After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Third, the summer village is mixed (12 songs)
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family. There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind.
Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain. Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons.
The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax. Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling crossed the river and went into a ditch. Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs. The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.
Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and stayed at Nong's house to wash wells. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.
Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late. The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly.
It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts. I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.
As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long. If we don't treat the deaf-mute people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa?
Fourth, the pastoral variety in autumn (12)
Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond. Worm silk has covered all the leaves in Huang Kui, and the evening breeze on the other side of Gaohua is silent.
The evening of Zhumen Bridge is boiling and cheering, and the evening of Tian She is quiet. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to care about crossing the river.
Orange borers, such as silkworms, enter the chemical machine, and cocoons, such as hemp fibers, hang between branches. Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.
Look at the spider's low net. It stops the worm from flying for no reason. Embarrassed, the dragonfly hangs upside down and urges Shan Tong to save him.
It's hard to hang down, but also to avoid wind and rain, it's colder. Gui sued the public holiday for plundering surplus grain, rewarding private debts and losing his official position.
There is only rain in Qiu Lai, but there is no cloud in Jiazi. After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until the warehouse is cleared.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is diving, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky. Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city.
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls. If you lose without hesitation in two minutes, you will still win the chaff.
The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will get drunk for a career. I wonder if it's new. Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.
Clams are finely pounded to sell squid, and the west wind blows four-cheeked bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
The new frost announced the depth of autumn and dyed the green forest into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.
Fifth, winter rural mixed music (12 songs)
When the sun goes down and the mountains go up, the rest of my sleep goes around the suburbs of the river. Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests.
The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk. If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage!
Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts. The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence.
The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.
Gan Yin Gao lacks a cow palace and drinks dolphin hoof soil. Deer are not as long as calves, so they will be planted in the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail and see if the snow-capped mountains are sunny. The wind will be particularly cold and colder at night. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!
Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter. Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish.
Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry that the old woman has no food, laugh at the chestnut fragrance in the ash.
Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year. Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time.
Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon. Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine.
Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south; Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.
Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.
In early spring, Zhang and other 18 members of the Ministry of Water Affairs were present.
Tang hanyu
First, the sky street is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is near and not far. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Second, Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, that is, no young people are eager for sex. As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.
In the middle of three roads
Song Du Ji
When the plum blossoms are yellow, every day is a sunny day. Take a boat along the stream to the end of the stream, and then continue on the road.
The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came.
bee
Tangluoyin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Don du fu
First, the river is annoyed by flowers, and there is nowhere to tell except madness. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago.
Second, flowers are afraid of the river, and the steps are afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head.
Third, there are two or three quiet families in the river, with red flowers reflecting white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
Fourth, looking eastward, the tall buildings with flowers are even more pitiful without the cities full of smoke. Who can take me to drink, call a beautiful woman, sing, laugh, dance and have a good life?
5. Miss Huang faces the river in front of the tower, feeling lazy and sleepy in the spring breeze. Clusters of peach blossoms bloom by the river. Are they dark red or light red?
Six, Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Seventh, I'm not dying because I love flowers, but I'm afraid I'll spend all my old age. Bloom is prone to falling flowers at the peak. Bud, please discuss it slowly.
Changgexing
(Selected from Yuefu Poetry edited by Guo Maoqian, a scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty)
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.
Changgexing
Song luyou
Life is not an An Qisheng, drunk in the East China Sea riding a long whale; You should still be Li Xiping, a thief in old Beijing.
The golden seal is brilliant, and the white hair is ruthless. The ancient temple in Chengdu lies in the autumn night, and the setting sun is bright by the monk window.
Broken hand thief, right? Oh, the poem is long and cold. Xinglai bought all the Shiqiao wine, and the cart piled up long bottles;
Sad bamboo helps drama, such as sawing the wild and being tilted by the Yellow River. Usually a drop is not in the mouth, and anger surprises thousands of people.
The enemy of the country did not report the strong man, and the sword in the box came with sound at night. When celebrating the victory banquet for the soldiers, the snow will crush the flying fox city on the third night!
Song of the plug
Tang Libai
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Song of the plug
Don Wang Changling
First of all, cicadas complain about mulberry thin, cold border passes in the eighth month. After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.
Heroes come to you and the ice, and they bury their lives in the dust. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.
Second, drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn waters! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.
The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.
Song of the plug
Don
End floating clouds and join the army. And with the anger of the prince, rely on the male of the general.
Thousands of drums and thunder, thousands of flags and fires. Sun gear is in frost, and the moon hangs a bow.
Qinghai cloud turns, and Montenegro soldiers rush. The war is too high and too high, and the head is empty after the war.
Wan Li is willing to die, but once he succeeds. Draw a picture of Kirin Pavilion and enter Mingguang Palace.
Smile and say to the scribes: once you were poor! The ancients did not know this and often became old people.
Song of the plug
Don
Hu Jiao painted the north wind, and the thistle gate was as white as water. The sky contains Qinghai Road, and the city is thousands of miles long.
The flag is misty, and the cold golden night rings. Snake scales are locked in sweet armor, and Zhong Qingbai is in Ma Si.
Autumn is quiet and sand is far away. The sky in the north of the account should be exhausted, and the river sounds like a plug.
April in the countryside
Song 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.
Rural residence
Bu Xianling (undiscovered in the dynasty)
Red rocks are against green hills, and clear springs are gurgling stones.
The shepherd boy rode a cow for a long time, and the smoke from the farmhouse rose.
Commentary: The poem written by Gao Ding, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty, "The grass grows long and the warbler flies in February, and the willow blossoms are bright and the spring smoke is drunk". It seems that the title of the poem "Children come home early from school and Dongfeng is busy flying kites" is not "Village Residence", but "Village Residence".