Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall. Fifteen, butterflies both enter cauliflower, and there is no guest for a long time.
The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea. Twenty-four blackbirds have been thrown into the forest, but few people have visited them. The smoke from the former mountain has gone to Chai Fei.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. On the 3rd1day (summer), the children in the village are the masters.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Thirty-five years ago, diamonds were hard to pick, plowed and hoed, blood was flowing, and ghosts were doing it.
I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent. At night, thirty-eight Zhumen were full of joy, and at dusk, Tian She was silent.
Men can understand cows, women can knit, and there is no need to invite Dufu River stars. Forty-four new fields have been built, with mud-leveling mirrors, and every family cultivates rice to clear the frost.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. Forty-five charterers are fully loaded and ready to open the warehouse, and the grains are as white as pearls.
If you lose in two minutes, you will still win. 58 of them rented white paper to urge them to come to the countryside next to Soap Clothes in the afternoon.
"Mr. Wang's mind is so thirsty in winter that he begs you for green money to buy wine." Summer village is full of plum, apricot and fat, and wheat and cabbage are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly In winter, the countryside is very lively, the boat is idle to see the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind will freeze late.
Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice. [Note] 1. Miscellaneous feelings: Poems written for pleasure without a fixed theme.
2. Farming: weeding. 3. Achievements of hemp: Twisting hemp into thread.
4. Household: Everyone has a certain job E68A8462616964757A 68696416F3133361323535. 5. I don't understand.
6. Provide: engage and participate. [Analysis] "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" is a group of large-scale family poems created by the poet after he retired to his hometown. There are 60 poems, which describe the rural scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter and the life of farmers, and also reflect the exploitation and hardships suffered by farmers.
This is one of them, which describes a scene of rural summer life. The first sentence "Going out to farm during the day, getting hemp at night" means: weeding in the field during the day and rubbing hemp thread at night.
"Tillage" means weeding. In early summer, the seedlings need weeding.
This is what men should do. "Ji Ma" refers to women who rub twine and weave cloth at night after finishing other work during the day.
This sentence directly wrote the labor scene. The second sentence "the children in the village mind their own affairs" refers to men and women. The whole poem uses the tone of an old farmer, and "children" refers to young people.
"Being in charge" means that both men and women are not allowed to be idle and mind their own business. In the third sentence, "children and grandchildren are not prepared for farming and weaving", and "children and grandchildren" refer to those children who can neither farm nor weave, but are not idle.
They have been in contact with and love labor since childhood, so they "learn to grow melons under the shade of mulberry trees" and learn to grow melons under the lush mulberry trees. This is a common phenomenon in rural areas, but it is quite distinctive.
The conclusion shows the naive interest of rural children. With a fresh style, the poet described the tense labor atmosphere in the early summer in the countryside in a more delicate way, which made it interesting to read.
2. What is the host's hospitable poem? Tour Xiao Mo Luyou Shanxi Village, the farmhouse wine is muddy, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in a good year.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Meng Haoran, an old friend of Zhuanghou, prepared chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertained me at your farm. We looked at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas. We opened your windows in the gardens and fields, holding our cups to talk about the holidays when mulberry and hemp were waiting in the mountains. I came back to Tao Yuanming's "a Farm-house on the Wei River" at chrysanthemum time: the slanting light came down and the cattle and sheep returned to poor alleys.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants in it? Full ears of wheat, silkworm eyes and mulberry leaves are sparse.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
To my north and south, spring is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls. My road is full of petals-I clean it for others, and my thatched cottage door is closed-but it's a long way to open the market for you now, and I can't give you much, but there is old wine in our cup in my thatched cottage. Should we ask my old neighbor to join us and ask him to cross the fence and empty the jar? . . .
3. The poem 1 shows the simple and hospitable folk customs and is a trip to Shanxi village. Author: Lu You (Song) doesn't laugh at farm wine, but keeps enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Don't joke that the wine in the twelfth month is muddy, and there are a lot of delicacies to entertain guests in the harvest year.
There are many mountains and rivers, but no way is feasible. Suddenly, I saw a village with dense green willows and bright colors. You play the flute, I play the drums and celebrate together. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the quaint ancient style remains.
Starting today, if I am allowed to wander in the moonlight, I, a white-haired old man, will also have fun in the dark and knock on Chai Men with a cane. 2, a friend of Zhuang Author: Meng Haoran (Tang) prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your 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. My old friend prepared yellow rice and chicken and invited me to his farmhouse.
Green trees surround the small village surrounded by green hills. Open the window and face the threshing floor and vegetable garden.
We raised our glasses to talk about the growth of crops this year. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and I'll come and taste chrysanthemum wine with you.
3, Hakka Author: Du Fu (Tang) My north, my south, spring water flooding, day after day I only see seagulls. The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine. Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
There are spring waters in the north and south of the thatched cottage, only to see flocks of seagulls flying in groups day after day. I didn't sweep the flowers for the guests, but I did it for you today. This Chai Men has never been opened to guests, so I will open it to you today.
It's too far from the city, there is no good food for dinner, and the home is too thin for the old wine to serve. If you are willing to invite the old man next door for a drink, ask him to drink the rest of the wine through the fence.
4. Poems about people's hospitality in hometown are those 1 who have been to Shanxi Village. Author: Lu You (Song) is a farmer, in a good year with enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Don't joke that the wine in the twelfth month is muddy, and there are a lot of delicacies to entertain guests in the harvest year.
There are many mountains and rivers, but no way is feasible. Suddenly, I saw a village with dense green willows and bright colors. You play the flute, I play the drums and celebrate together. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the quaint ancient style remains.
Starting today, if I am allowed to wander in the moonlight, I, a white-haired old man, will also have fun in the dark and knock on Chai Men with a cane. 2, a friend of Zhuang Author: Meng Haoran (Tang) prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your 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. My old friend prepared yellow rice and chicken and invited me to his farmhouse.
Green trees surround the small village surrounded by green hills. Open the window and face the threshing floor and vegetable garden.
We raised our glasses to talk about the growth of crops this year. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and I'll come and taste chrysanthemum wine with you.
3, Hakka Author: Du Fu (Tang) My north, my south, spring water flooding, day after day I only see seagulls. The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine. Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
There are spring waters in the north and south of the thatched cottage, only to see flocks of seagulls flying in groups day after day. I didn't sweep the flowers for the guests, but I did it for you today. This Chai Men has never been opened to guests, so I will open it to you today.
It's too far from the city, there is no good food for dinner, and the home is too thin for the old wine to serve. If you are willing to invite the old man next door for a drink, ask him to drink the rest of the wine through the fence.