"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda
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.
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April in rural 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.
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Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
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Wang Wei is in Wu Xinyi.
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
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On an autumn night in the mountains, Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
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Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
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Wang Wei, a farmhouse by the Wei River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
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Wang Jian, Tian Jiaxing
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.
In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.
There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.
Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
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Zhang Ji of Wild Old Songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.
At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
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Nie Zhongyi, the "wounded Tian Jia"
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
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"Kant" Wei
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
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Widows in the Du Xunhe Mountains
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
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Wang Wei, the pastoral of spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
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Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
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Du Fu, Sui Yanxing
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting.
The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow.
Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.
High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty.
Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain.
It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house.
In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used.
Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks.
When will the sadness of this song end?