Zhang's "Fishing Songs": Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, peach blossoms flow, mandarin fish fat, green bamboo slips and green coir, so you don't have to return in the oblique wind and drizzle.
Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan: There are no birds in the mountains, no footprints in the thousands of roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Liu Zongyuan's Fisherman: An old fisherman spent the night here. Under the western cliff, Xiao Ji and Qing Xiang were burning bamboo. Then, at sunrise, he passed through layers of fog. Alas, it was a green landscape. I turned around and saw waves moving like from the sky, and clouds coming leisurely on the cliff, one by one.
Firewood:
Yang Shen's "Fairy on the River": White-haired fish and firewood are used to watching the autumn moon spring breeze.
Li He's "Li Ping's Quotations": Wu sleepless leans on osmanthus trees, flying barefoot and flying wet rabbits.
Xin Qiji's "Listening to the Moon Poetry": Le Guanghan, the axe is biting.
Farming:
Li Shen's Sympathy for Farmers: When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden": At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, the grass is full of bean seedlings, and the morning is prosperous and lonely, and the lotus flowers are brought home.
Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
Reading:
Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion: It's a night for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Du Xunhe's "Random Books": On the case where the bamboo shadow shakes the book, the spring sounds into the inkstone. Young people will eventually succeed in their efforts, so don't be lazy about the light.
Yu Qian's "Reading": The book is as affectionate as ever, and every blind date is the sadness and joy of the morning. In front of countless words, there is no worldly thought in my heart.