1. "Feelings of Encounter" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Jiuling Orchid leaves are lush in spring, Osmanthus flowers are bright and clear in autumn.
Happy for this business, it’s a festive season.
Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit there.
The grass and trees have their own intentions, so why ask for beauty! 2. "Ji Shi" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Lu Youxin and Yanquan are still, shaped like wild cranes.
Have delicious quinoa in the morning, and learn about Tang and Yu in the evening.
The old servant has no hairpin, and the child is cold and wears his trousers.
The only thing I like is that there are no officials to supervise the residual rent.
3. "Ninety Miscellaneous Poems about Living in the Mountains" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Cao Xun
The ridge of wheat ripples with light waves, and the fragrant grass obscures the plain river.
Boundless green is everywhere, and willows are all flying around.
The old man pointed at me and gradually became familiar with the high and low fields.
4. "Poetry" Era: Wei and Jin Author: Lu Jicheng Shenxuan Moliu.
Living in the heart of Tai Suyu.
The festival is held in high esteem.
As soon as I wake up from my dream.
5. "Twenty-Four Poems on Farming and Weaving Pictures Written by Yi's Order" Year: Yuan Dynasty Author: Zhao Mengfu In May, summer is half over, and Gu Ying makes the morning first.
Old silkworms turn into snow cocoons, spinning silk in a chaotic manner.
Cut the reeds and make thin songs, binding Qi Zhenzhen.
The yellow ones are as yellow as gold, and the white ones are as white as silver.
The basket is full of rubbish, I love this new color.
Xinxin brings joy to the whole family, and I am relieved to have a menstrual period.
When guests pass by, we ask each other, and we hear laughter from our neighbors.
Where does the merit go? Thanks again to the Silkworm God.
6. "Zongbi" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You's energy fills the world, but his writing is not a big deal.
Everyone sees Yao and Shun, and there is a nest in every world.
The city is bustling with red dust, and the mountain villages are thick with white hair.
I appreciate that my way is here, and Jianghan has flowed eastwards since ancient times.