From The Book of Songs, National Style and Zheng Feng.
The female yue crows;
A woman is called a cock crow, and a scholar is called an ignorant man.
Children like watching the night, but the stars are rotten.
Can fly, can fly, can swim, can geese.
Yi Yan adds up, this is the right son.
It is advisable to talk about drinking and grow old with your son.
The harp is in the imperial court. Keep quiet.
Knowing that my son was coming, I gave it to him.
Knowing his son's obedience, he asked with mixed feelings.
Knowing a child's kindness is in exchange for miscellaneous praise.
The original sentence is "the harp is in the imperial court, so don't say anything." Later generations changed it to "years are quiet and good" to express regret for the passage of time and hope for a better future.
What does it mean to be silent for many years?
It is better to live quietly.
Years are quiet, but similar poems are good.
Xia Cun miscellaneous xing [Song] Fan Chengda original plum apricot fat, wheat cabbage flower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family. There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind.
Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain. Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons.
The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax. Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.
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.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs. The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.
Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.
Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late. The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly.
It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts. I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.
As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long. If we don't treat the deaf-mute people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa?
Author: Fan Chengda (Song)
Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall. I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
Tian Author: Fan Chengda (Song)
Farming during the day, weaving at night, and the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Passing through an old friend's village Author: Meng Haoran (Tang)
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.
Years are quiet, and other similar poems are good.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won. Laughter comes from two faces.
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.
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.
Life is as bright as spring flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
Penglai ladies are hardworking and have a good life.
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.
There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
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.
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.
Cherry is delicious, planting trees, wanting to have fun and opening canals.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
A power station will be built in Fentouling, and lights will be installed in every household.
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.
As soon as the sun goes down, the switch is turned on and the radio set sings.
Iron cows run everywhere, everyone laughs, sweetness comes from bitterness, and red flowers bloom every year.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
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.
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang 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.
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.
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared.
Running water surrounds the paddy field, and the fence is full of green bamboo; All the elm seeds have been lost, and the hibiscus flowers have become sparse.
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.
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.
Red flag canal water enters the field, and the seedlings grow green and colorful.
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.
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
The years are quiet, and similar aesthetic sentences are good.
Three years later, we parted ways. You are you, I am me, you have your spring flowers and autumn moon, and I have my years.
The years are quiet, and I really want to grow old with you. Take your time.
Those dusty past events are displayed in front of us bit by bit, only to find that nothing has changed and the years are still beautiful!
Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, what matters is the scenery along the way and the mood to see it.
Life is full of white clouds, and how many vicissitudes and tears float by; Life is too short to sweat, and how many past events and memories have been precipitated.
Some things can only be done by one person. Some customs can only go through by one person. There are some roads. You can only go alone.
You are in full bloom, one tree at a time, and swallows are whispering among the beams. You are love, warmth and hope, and you are April day on earth.
It was only the first time I saw golden times, and the years were quiet and happy.
In the days when we grow old together, we have colorful lights because of our friends.
Time is calm, and I won't trade my whole life for quiet years. If the years are quiet, I will smile forever.
The years are quiet, and I hope the world of mortals will have no worries. The years are quiet and the memories are warm. The years are quiet, and I believe the most beautiful scenery is in my heart.
As long as you accompany me, the years will be quiet and beautiful, and the daily necessities will no longer be cumbersome, and nothing will be lost.
Whenever I look back, you are still there, people are not old, times have changed, and the years are quiet!
Looking at strange faces coming and going every day, facing the noise, I always like to find a quiet in the text and find the belonging of the soul.
Time is very quiet, talking to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old. Life doesn't need to be prosperous, just plain, and time will precipitate the truest feelings; Wind and rain will test the warmest companionship.
In the years we have gone through together, we will become more charming because we are moved.
Let the years pass and the world change. I smile, too. I have no regrets. The years are quiet, but I still miss you.
A woman stood quietly at the window with a very elegant smile. In the past lush years, laughter and years emerged one by one; Time flies, white clouds are pale dogs, and in a blink of an eye, the hair is frosted and youth is gone. But the faint smile that came to my lips at that moment was as calm as ever, and sadness and wind and rain were precipitated in my heart.
The beauty of life lies not in how beautiful your face is, but in whether you have a kind heart.
Standing in front of the cool door, holding a cup of tea, gently shaking the fragrance floating in the cup. Heart, very small, can only turn in a teacup, and never turn out of the circle of memory.
As plain as brocade. When time is quiet, I will forget you at the end of the world.
All along, everyone likes the calm and melancholy that has been precipitated by years.
Look at bloom, and when the flowers fall, you will know that you are as clean as ever. Some things, you have to wait until you gradually wake up to understand that it is a mistake; Some things are not important until you really put them down. Living is a kind of practice. When we know love and mercy, then we can enjoy the world of mortals and fireworks, the world and the quiet years with a warm heart.
The years are quiet, and I really want us to grow old safely, unhurriedly and unhurriedly.
The years are quiet and the memories are warm. I seem to have lost the calmness and gentleness in my life.
You like to stand on the bustling roadside and whisper to me. I ignored all the beauty of the roadside and held you tightly to my chest in the cold season. In the face of today's sea, I use soft words to fluctuate in my heart, gently rippling, swaying among the flowers like water.
The torrent of years swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body and a vicissitudes of life.
You are silent, and your eyes are heavy and gloomy. I hid in quiet time and watched the years grow old, leaving only a comfortable and quiet world.
The simplest life wish is nothing more than the integrity of parents, the health of children, a stable life, a quiet life, and a good life every day in peace.
The past is a dream buried in my memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are tears of missing.
Only wish: the world is stable and the years are quiet. The people and things you care about are there, and the feelings you want are still there!
Wherever you go, it's a home. Then don't come to me, and I won't come to you. Look at the rest of the time, see a quiet and beautiful period, and the world is stable.
Take a book, walk ten miles, choose a quiet place, watch the sky, listen to birds, and go to the grass to find your dreams when you are tired.
A year later, five years later, even ten years later, I hope we are still stars. The years are quiet, we are still here, and we all have each other.
When Hu Lancheng and Aileen got married, she promised Eileen in the marriage book: May the world be peaceful and the years be quiet …
There is always an answer to everything. If you look for it in a hurry, what you miss is the tranquility of the years.
A tree blooms in order to bear its own fruit, which you never thought of and makes your eyes shine. A person lives gracefully to protect TA's pure heart, but unexpectedly touches your feelings. The joy of bloom and the melancholy of falling flowers are just a landscape, so why be too sentimental? Living for others is an emotional loss. Live simply and elegantly, don't envy others, don't envy others, be gentle and calm, and the years are quiet.
The years are quiet and the peace of mind is good. Bloom is silent, silent and warm. Looking around, it is a thousand-year fate and eternal beauty. Through time, twist and flow, meet in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and let all tenderness and nostalgia for freedom drift across the distance. Quiet, smiling, in the sun, as clean as before.
May the harp be in the palace and the years be quiet. A little heavy and a little melancholy.
The years are quiet, see you after the flowers. In the breeze, I saw your dignified beauty, and that smile is my attachment for thousands of years.
The beauty of the ages, the setting sun of the lotus, are just beauty and old age, and the green hills are in the distance. What can be truly beautiful and eternal in my heart is only an unforgettable moment memory.
Full of open-mindedness and calmness in autumn, open your heart, taste the quiet years and smile forward.
Pour my life for quiet years. If the years are quiet, I will smile forever. Time will remember, those consistent, those quiet years, some things, hidden in the bottom of my heart, will never grow old.
At that time, we were young, the years were quiet, pure and happy, and it was beautiful to laugh and scold.
Years are quiet, and people come and go in life. First of all, I appreciate everything that time has given me, what I have lost and what I have.
At this time, the sun is weak, the years are quiet and calm.
I don't have time to be seriously young. When I understand, I can only choose to be seriously old.
Hold a handful of years, hold an understanding, a book is clear, eyes are calm, time is quiet, and the heart is always warm with a smile.
Learn to feel the beauty of life, and maybe you will find that the process is more important than the result.
Some people say that waiting is romantic and long. In a few nights about waiting, maybe teenagers will get old. I often tell myself that although I am in the lowest position, I can't see the splendor of bloom. However, I won't miss the romance when the petals fall in the wind.
Live a simple life, keep an indifferent attitude at all times, get along with people in a friendly way, be friendly to people and be sincere to people.