The poem about herding cattle in the country in spring expresses the poem about herding cattle in the country in spring.

1. Cows are free to ride and fly in the spring breeze and drizzle. In the green hills and grass, a flute and a hemp fiber. Sing at sunrise, and clap your hands at the moon. Who is like you, nothing is nothing but nothing.

2. The sound of cuckoo urges the night not to stop, and the stars are flying over the mountains in Dai Yue. When pity for loess is firm and hard, we should forgive youth for being old and disabled. In March, peaches are like embroidered brocade, and green grass is like a plate meal. The new seedlings have been sown and cultivated, so let you cross the river to accompany the peony.

3. A team of oxen has several mountains, and they travel back and forth in the morning and dusk. White clouds and green grass are free and unfettered, and they are passionate and do not avoid suspicion.

4, half dock sunset red leaves, a village of chickens, dogs and wild people. The shepherd boy sings and laughs at the cattle and sheep, and the ancient and pure wind belongs to him.

5. The setting sun shines on the market, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane. And a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy. There are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. Hojo, Fu Tian, hail one another familiarly. No wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.

6. When the willow shade first closes, the village children are asleep. A cow is greedy for grass and tender, and has eaten the broken bridge.

7. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

8. Last night, I fought back to the north, and now I'm going east. I am forty years old, and I am worried about farming, though I have no official position. The farmer who worked in fields full of mulberry trees, carrying a hoe and a shepherd boy worked together. Tian Jiazhan climate, * * * said this year is abundant.

9. Niu Dangjun rides the river horizontally, the grass is green and the sand is white * * * and the sun is fine. A beautiful childhood is like a drunken moon, often blowing the shepherd flute into the morning.

1. Two flowers are as fragrant as ever after the rain, unlike peach blossoms. Looking for young people under the tree, but still laughing and picking flowers.