Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream.
The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
The Shepherd Boy (a work that makes the shepherd boy weak when he answers the bell) Yan Lu
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
I came back from a full meal at dusk, lying in the moonlight without taking off my hemp fiber.
Another: the shepherd boy rides the ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
Children Fishing (Hu Lingneng)
Children with hooded heads learn to stand upright,
Lying on your side, raspberry moss reflected.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river, knowing that children pick and promote weaving, and a night light falls over the fence.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind.