Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
2. Seven Methods of Shaoshan
Modern: Mao Zedong
Don't dream of vaguely cursing the passing of Sichuan. My hometown was thirty-two years ago. The red flag rolls up the serf halberd and the black hand hangs the overlord whip.
Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for sacrifice and ambition. I like watching thousands of waves of rice and waves, and heroes everywhere are dying.
How many dreams curse the passage of time after parting? I have been away from you in my hometown for thirty-two years. The red flag is blowing the farmer's arm, and the enemy is holding high the whip of the overlord. Because there are too many ambitions, there will be sacrifices, but I dare to turn the world upside down for a new look. I like to see large crops rolling like waves again, and peasant heroes returning from work in the twilight.
3. Social Day
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia
Goose and lake, crops grow well, every household is full of pigs and chickens.
It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.
At the foot of Ehu Mountain, crops are growing well, and every household is full of pigs and chickens. It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, and the feast of the Spring Festival society is gradually dispersed. Drunk people go home happily with the help of their families.
4. Autumn
Five Dynasties: Li Xun
Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In blue smoke, under the bright moon, at the beginning of the boat.
Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books, regardless of fame and fortune.
On a quiet night in Xiaoxiang, the autumn flowers are blown by the breeze, and the beauty of Orange Island is like a landscape painting on the screen. In the vast smoke and bright moonlight, I gathered my fishing line and rocked my boat home.
Green water is my home, awning is my home, and delicacies are not as good as brown rice, fish and shrimp for three meals a day. Facing that glass of wine and looking at that shelf full of poems and books, I am satisfied and don't have to worry about fame and fortune anymore.
5. "Eight Poems in Autumn. The eighth "
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Kunwu's imperial house is winding, and the sub-grid is cloudy.
The fragrant rice pecked at the parrot's grain, and the branches of the old phoenix perched in Wu Bi.
Beauty meets Cui Chun and asks questions, while the fairy couple moves late in the same boat.
The crayons used to dry up, and the white heads sang softly.
From Chang 'an to Beilin, through Kunwu and Su Yu, Zige Peak shines on Zhong Nanshan. I miss the fragrant rice and Wu Bi all the way, attracting parrots and phoenixes in the harvest season ... When spring comes, graceful ladies will pick flowers and give them away, and their friends will still leave at dusk, unwilling to return.
In the past, I could use words to dig through the dark wells of the times and drink the sweetness of mountains and rivers. Now I can only surround the water source in my memory and touch its silent twilight.