Poems praising terraced fields

A poem praising the terraced fields

(the first one)

With a thousand twists and turns, Lingxiao is steep and leveled.

in late autumn, there is no ladder to the late firewood clouds.

The jade girl was shocked by dressing up, and Shennong was happy to plow.

Yugong is not afraid of mountains, and Daiyue hates rocks too little.

(No.2)

At the misty peaks and valleys, the clear pool is full of water.

Dancing in a zigzag way, the buildings are full of vertical and horizontal curves.

the fields are stacked thousands of kilometers apart, and the clouds are full of twists and turns.

The fairy mistook the dressing mirror and left behind her earthly poems and paintings.

(No.3)

koi fish is playing with ducks, and the front stream is shallow and the back lake is deep.

the forest is full of bamboo, cicadas sing, and the rice rushes up the mountain and the clear water invades.

the smoke in the village is floating in the wild house, and the folk songs are lingering around Qingcen.

When sleeping on a cloud and lying on a stone, you can enjoy the wine at night.

(No.4)

Jiuqu Road leads to the cloud, and 1, mu of terraces run in front of you.

the green fields are connected with the mountains, and the green peaks rise from the ground.

it rains in the third night on the plow ridge, and it will be a may day on earth to harvest seeds.

what do you have in your life? I'm leaning on a stick to fly a kite.

(No.5)

Clouds and waters come and the cliffs are covered with green, and songbirds are drunk with mountain flowers.

In spring, the backwater overflows the waterfall, and in summer solstice, Shan Lan Cuiwan yarn.

In autumn, it's red with golden spikes, and in winter, it's covered with a silver blanket.

the villagers in Penglai are simple, and she and Han are a harmonious family.

(No.6)

Taoyuan should admire this terraced field, overlooking the world of mortals.

Clouds are like wandering roads, and notes are like fairy strings.

Bai Niao is idle and polymorphic, and cutting green crops is pitiful.

it is calculated that the county town is no more than ten miles, and the beauty of spring mountain lies in the winding road.