Tang Libai
This stone looks like a cow. It has been buried for thousands of years.
The wind blows all over the body, and the rain makes the whole body sweat.
It was difficult for the grass to enter Meiqi, but the shepherd boy didn't look back.
There is no rope on the nose, and the world is closed at night.
This stone is very high and looks like a cow. It has been lying on a high mountain for thousands of years. When the wind blows it, the whole body is motionless, and when the rainstorm hits it, it looks like sweat. The grass is flush with the eyebrows, so I can't eat it, and the shepherd boy doesn't look back when he pulls its horn. Since there is no rope on its nose, heaven and earth don't need to be circled as a cowshed at night.
Second, "wearing a bull's eye"
Tangliucha
Drink water when you are thirsty and breathe the moon when you are hungry.
If I can plant gold, my strength is inexhaustible.
Drink dirty water when you are thirsty, and gasp at the moon when you are hungry. If gold can also be planted like grain, then my motivation to farm will not fail.
Three, "cattle grazing map"
Song Tian Xi
Fight all over zhongzhou, millet car like water.
When peace is as picturesque as day, the flute will fade into autumn.
The land of Zhongzhou has been hit by war everywhere, and ox carts carrying rations are like running water. When will it be as peaceful as in the painting? In autumn, the shepherd boy plays the flute and eats grass in Yuan Ye.
Fourth, the word "herding cattle"
Gao mingqi
Your horns are bent and my oxtail is bald.
* * * came piccolo and whip, south Longdong hillock to each other.
The sun is setting, the grass is far away, the cows are hungry, and only I know;
Sing on the cow, the cow sits down and lies next to the cow at night.
I'm not worried about cattle that have been grazing for many years, but I'm afraid of losing rent and selling my cattle.
Your horns are bent in circles, and my oxtail is thin and hairy. Armed with piccolo and whip, he is driving cattle and looking for grass in Donggang, Nanlong. The sun sets in the west, and the grass falls far behind. Only I know whether the cow is tired or hungry. I rode on the cow, sang songs and sat beside the cow to play. When I go home at night, I have to lie next to the cow. I'm not worried about herding cattle all the year round, but I'm afraid of selling them and paying the rent.
Five, "Zhu Shi Cattle"
Huang Songting Jian
The wild age is small and majestic, and the secluded lean on the green.
A Tong's three feet, he is still a baby.
Wu Shi likes it very much, so don't send cows to grind their horns.
The horn is good, and the cow fights me.
There is a small strange stone in the country, with a clump of bamboo beside it, tall and straight and green. There was a little shepherd boy riding on the back of an old cow, holding a three-foot whip and having a good time. I like this strange stone very much, little shepherd boy. Don't let the cows grind their horns on it. I can tolerate grinding horns, but don't let cows fight and damage bamboo.