1, Xu Zhimo's "The Voice of the Country", this poem conveys the poet's simple and innocent childlike innocence and simple desire to return to the countryside, and contains the poet's longing for rural life.
2. Shu Ting's Early Spring is a hopeful poem with distinct emotional color and the author's yearning for social freedom at that time.
3. Cindy's Golden Autumn, which mainly conveys a harvest season and depicts a colorful autumn scenery. The pastoral scenery in autumn is bound to be more desirable, and it is also the author's love for the autumn harvest season.
4. Meng Haoran's Passing through the Old Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, and entertain me on your 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.
5. Chai Lu WANG Wei: 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.
6. Wang Wei's Bamboo House: I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
7. Wang Wei's "Pastoral Spring": Spring in the house is singing, and apricot flowers are white by the tree. 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.
8. Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountains": After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the 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.
9. Wang Wei's Return to Songshan Mountain: The clear river flows through its bushes, like my chariot driving slowly. I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.