Poetry describing the pastoral scenery at dusk in early autumn, accompanied by relatives

"Five Wonders of Mountain Villages" by Su Shi

The bamboo fenced thatched huts take advantage of the sloping stream, and flowers bloom everywhere in the mountain village in spring. If there is no elephant, there will still be elephants in peace. Wherever the solitary smoke rises, there are other people's homes. The mist and rain are filled with the sound of chickens and dogs. Wherever there is life, there is no rest.

"Xiao Thoughts in the Mountain Village" by Yu Xin

Open the door to save grain and millet, and live next to Weng Shuitou.

It’s raining in Nanjian today, and it rained in Xichuan last night.

The shepherd boy wears a short straw hat and plays a flute at the waist.

Ignore the people at the waterside and ride an ox to the mountains.

"Zhongnan Farewell" Wang Wei

In his middle age, he was quite good at Taoism. In his later years, he came to Nanshan.

Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain.

Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.

I happened to be visiting Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time.

"Weichuan Tianjia" Wang Wei

The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is hoeing and standing, talking to each other.

This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

The above is for reference only.