Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Beans are planted at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I was busy with waste and filth. I took the lotus home.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
Clothing is not enough, but it is not against your wishes.
Guo Shan farmstead
Tangguguang
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Don't worry about baking tea, but you like to bask in the sun.
Minnong
Don Li Shen
It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Cut rice for singing.
Don du fu
Rice gets empty clouds and water, and Pingchuan faces Shimen. The cold wind scatters trees, and the rising sun scatters chickens and dolphins.
At the beginning of the wild cry, the woodcutter sang small out of the village when he heard the sound of war.
Ximing Temple Gong Wei Penchi Xinmi
Tang Tang Yan Qian
Laugh at planting rice in the south of the Yangtze River, and it rains after cicadas sing.
The lotus pond is moist and small, and the algae well is overcast and sparse.
When the land was requisitioned, the golden elephant was born in the world, and its roots were still in the paddy field.
There are also three Wu Si in Direct Supply, which will make you relive your fishing time in Los Angeles.
Officials looked around to make up for the rice border and returned to the water.
Don du fu
Dongtun is in the north of the Yangtze River, with a hundred hectares of flat land. There are many green rice in June, and thousands of green spring chaos.
Transplanting should be cloudy and irrigated. Even more servants go to Fangtang, and the canal will be broken.
Public and private places are everywhere, and there is no drought. The Lord kept asking his ministers and clearly saw his companions in the stream.
Sandy Joan Cui Yu, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Autumn black rice, fine chisel and white glaze. Jade grains are enough for cooking in the morning, and they are red and delicious.
After all, I added food to my trip, and I experienced amazing hardships. There are still many ears left, so I won't grow any more.
The farmer's father, Rushe.