1. The essence of poems and songs describing home life in ancient times
People at that time did not know the joy of rural life, but only envied each other like horses returning home.
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Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Planting beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a moon load and a hoe.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes;
I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wish is true.
Farmhouse across the mountain
Tang Dynasty Gu Kuang
The sound of people crossing the spring in Banqiao, and the crow of cocks on the thatched eaves at noon.
Don’t complain about the dark smoke of baked tea, but like the sunshine in the valley and the clear sky.
Compassion for farmers
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil.
Who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work.
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Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
When the rice is harvested, there are empty clouds and water, and the plain is facing the stone gate. The cold wind is sparse and the trees are scattered, and the rising sun is scattering chickens and dolphins.
< p> Weeping in the wild for the first time after hearing about the war, woodcutter and singing left the village for a while. No one asked for news, and he believed in the world as a guest.New rice in the Weigong Basin of Ximing Temple
Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty
When I was planting rice in the south of Xiaojiang River, the rain fell slowly after the cicadas chirped.
The lotus basins were filled with moisture and the borders were small, and the algae wells were shaded and sparse.
The land was reborn. In the Golden Elephant Realm, the roots are still facing the paddy fields.
The branch master still has three thoughts about Wu, which makes people recall Diaoji.
The official is looking forward to replenishing the rice field and the water returns
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Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In the north of Dongtun Dajiang, hundreds of hectares are as flat as a table. In June, there is a lot of green rice, and thousands of green springs are in chaos.
It’s time to plant rice, and it’s time to lead. Sliding and irrigating. The more servants went to Fangtang, and the canals were cut off.
Public and private places were planted everywhere, and there was no drought. The Lord guard asked the retainers, and he clearly saw the stream companion.
The green feathers are bright and green, and the birds are born in the mountains. The gulls come in the mirror and watch from the clouds in the mountains.
The autumn wild rice turns into black rice, which is finely chiselled and passed down to white rice. The jade grains are enough for morning cooking, and the red ones are as bright as the clouds. Scattered.
Finally added food for the journey, making the hard period spectacular. There are many leftovers, and my barn is full of vines.
Inscribed on Nongfu’s Cottage
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