1. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water flows. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. After returning home, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees. ——Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi"
2. There are tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks within a few miles. When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks. The quiet words are deep in the stream, and the roar is high on the mountain top.
3. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. If I don’t come over at midnight, I’ll knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. ——Zhao Shixiu's "Appointment"
4. The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Jun is free on the pond. Under the long west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.
5. When you enter Huanghuachuan, you will chase the green stream every time. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
6. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. ——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"
7. The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are sparse. Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, and they talk to each other when they see each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness. ——"Weichuan Tianjia"
8. There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.
9. Birds miss the old forest, and fish in the pond miss their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. There are elms and willows behind the starlings, and peaches and plums in front of the hall.
10. The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. ——Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le." "Village Living"
11. Jia Yi was relegated in three years, and his class exceeded Wanlihou. Like holding a white calf and drinking water from a clear stream.
12. Working in the fields during the day and harvesting hemp at night, all the children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
13. Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong?
14. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. ——"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn"
15. The fences are sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. Children hurriedly chased yellow butterflies, flying into the flowers to find them nowhere. --Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
16. The mud mirror in Xinchuchang is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn. ——Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"
17. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers and white cauliflower are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
18. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. ——"Zhuli Pavilion"
19. The drizzle on the thatched eaves wets the smoke from the kitchen, and the river road is as cold as a snowy day. I don't love my husband's golden horse, but I envy his boat with a long pavilion and a white awning. ——Lu You "The small boat with the white bamboo canopy and the Bao Zhang's ride was occasionally borrowed to play in nearby villages"
20. The chicken sang three times and the sky was bright, so rice bowls and tea bottles were arranged. The beloved man is afraid that the plowing will be too early, so he opens the canopy window to look at the morning stars. ——Hua Yue's "Tian Family"
21. He is quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he lives in the southern border of the mountains. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.
22. From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a slight hint of green. Together with Tian's family, children's innocence blossoms. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes. There is room for happy conversation and good wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse. I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance. ——Li Bai "Going down to Zhongnan Mountain and passing through Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine"
23. Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
24. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. --Xin Qiji's "Moon over Xijiang River"
25. Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick. --Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village"
26. The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low. The oriole also loves the new coolness, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows. ——Xu Ji's "Xinliang"
27. There are few people in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.
28. Sitting alone in the dark bamboo, playing the piano and roaring. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
29. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. After a long journey, he came back and went into seclusion.
——"Returning to Songshan"