1.
Don Li Shen
When weeding in the afternoon, sweat drips down the soil.
but every grain of Chinese food is hard.
2. Fisherman on the River
Song Fan Zhongyan
People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.
you see a leaf boat going in and out of the storm.
3, "Picking Lotus Songs"
Don Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face.
I can't see you when I wander into the pool, and I feel someone coming when I hear the song.
4. Returning to the Garden
Jin Tao Yuanming
Planting beans at the foot of the south mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
in the morning, you should make good use of waste and filth, and bring home the lotus with you.
the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and my clothes are exposed in the evening.
clothes are not enough to cherish, but you can keep your wish.
5. April in the Country
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of the rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so sericulture was added to the fields.
6, "Tian Jia"
Song Fan Chengda
In the daytime, the children of the village are in charge of their own affairs.
children and grandchildren are not ready for farming and weaving, but also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade.
1
Tang Liu Yuxi
Bashan Chu River is desolate, and he abandoned himself in 23 years.
Nostalgia, singing and smelling flute fu, is like a rotten ke in my hometown.
On the side of the sinking boat, Qian Fan passes, and in front of the diseased tree, Wan Muchun.
today, I listen to a song by Jun, so I can take a glass of wine for a while.
2
Ming Yang Shen
success or failure is empty.
the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
White-haired fishermen are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
a pot of muddy wine is happy to meet.
everything from ancient times to modern times is a joke.
3
Song of Beating the Soil
Pre-Qin anonymous
It was written at sunrise, and it went into the sun and stopped.
Dig a well and drink, plow and eat.
Dili is nothing to me.