What are some good poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields?

1. "Drinking"/Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

2. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 3/Tao Yuanming

Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of bean seedlings and there are few bean sprouts.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wishes are fulfilled.

3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 1/Tao Yuanming

Seldom has no vulgar charm, and his nature loves hills and mountains.

I accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirty years.

The tame birds miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.

The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.

Nuan Nuan is far away from the village, and the smoke is in the ruins.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow at the top of the mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.