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.
Returning to the Garden —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains —— Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
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.
A Tour of Shanxi Village —— A Land Tour in Song Dynasty
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Third Place —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Mr. Yin's Wall of the Book Lake-Two Poems-Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. Mulberry strips are full of flowers, and the wind gathers fragrance and hides the wall. After several dreams, the yellow bird still suspects that it belongs to the Mid-Levels Garden.
Wang Jian, a Yuguoshan Village in Tang Dynasty
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
My Seclusion in Zhongnanshan —— Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di in Wangchuan Guild Hall-Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty —— Returning to Wangchuan after the Rain clears.
Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine trees. Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .
Two Songs of Immigrants —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
I wanted to live in Nancun yesterday, not for the house. I'm glad to hear more people and enjoy the morning and evening. I have been pregnant with this for several years, and today I am our service. Why is it wide? We should put enough seats on the bed. Neighboring songs come from time to time, and the word resistance is a thing of the past. Appreciation of strange pens. There are many beautiful days in spring and autumn, and new poems are written on the mountain. It's better to call each other after crossing the door, so there's wine to consider. Farming goes back to hometown, and leisure needs acacia. Acacia put on her clothes and laughed endlessly. This reason will be invincible? Suddenly come here with nothing to do. Food and clothing should be well-behaved, and efforts should not be bullied.