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.
Du fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Gui Yuantian Ju's Five Poems by Tao Yuanming
one
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. I slipped and fell into the dust net for thirty years.
Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.
This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.
Secondly,
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.
third
At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
Fourth.
I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.
Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.
Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.
It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
Fifth.
I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.
My newly cooked wine has brought two chickens closer to the office.
Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.
Answer deputy magistrate Zhang
Wang Wei
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.
I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests.
Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano.
To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.
An autumn night in the mountains
Wang Wei
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.
Shi Bi surprised her to return to the lake as a masterpiece.
Xie lingyun
The weather changes in the evening and early morning, and the scenery between scenes is like clear light.
The lightness of the mountains and rivers makes people feel relaxed and happy, making people wander in the mountains and rivers and linger.
It's still early from the valley, and it's too late when the boat gets on board.
The Woods and valleys gather in the evening scenery, and the sunset clouds float in the night sky.
Water chestnuts and lotus flowers echo in the blue river, and reed mats grow with wheat.
Walking on the road in the south with dust, enjoying the doors and windows in the east happily.
If you have fewer things to worry about, you will naturally feel that you have no worries, and you will feel very happy if you are in a carefree mood.
These words are for people who want to keep fit. I hope they can keep fit in this way.
Wang Wei's pastoral poems
Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn 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.
"Bird Watching Creek" is full of people's idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Tianjiahang
Author: Wang Jian
Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.
In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.
There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.
There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.
In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.
Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Wild old songs were recorded.
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.
At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.
The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nieshangtianjia
Sell new silk in February,
The new valley in May.
Heal the pain in front of your eyes,
Cut out my heart.
I hope the king's heart,
Turn into a candle.
Not according to the feast of renewing the frontier,
Take a partial view of the escape house.
Guantian author: Wei
A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.
Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.
There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.
Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Widows in the mountains
Don Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
A farmhouse by the Wei River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran
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.
Yan Du Xing Fu
At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net was frozen in the cold,
Don't shoot the geese singing the sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.
High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people valued fish more than birds,
You shouldn't have killed Nan Hong Fei for nothing. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house.
In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carving mud is the easiest way to get it.
Likes and dislikes do not match looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Burning songs and listening to the clouds
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.
The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.
Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.
Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.
The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.
Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.
Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.
Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (1) Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous (2)
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.