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Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany
Twelve Wonderful Spring Pastoral Miscellanies
Purple and green water shield rolls with lotus fragrance, The buds of jade snow celery are pulled out and grow long. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.
The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water.
Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian’s house as the day goes by. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year.
The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming. The wind carries the fragrance of asafoetida.
Three-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.
Surrounded by a stream of water, half of the hut is open year after year. It's difficult to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat can carry Fengtian back.
The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and the leaves are sweet and sour and half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.
There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.
Twelve unique pastoral delights at four o'clock
The sound of roosters in the deep lanes of willow flowers at noon, the tips of mulberry leaves are not green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The soil is about to stir and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers are blooming; behind the house, the barren border is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor whips over the wall.
The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green hills, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed; the peach blossoms fill the village like brocade in spring, and the singing drums pass the Qingming Festival.
The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums under the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to Qibian.
The flower branches of cold food are all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill.
Guo Bao’s family worships and sweeps back, and newly opened mash wine recommends green plums. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion.
Looking for spring with good intentions, the rain is lingering on the hoofs and the water is like a cup. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
The fruits of the garden are only rewarded for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds. Thorn needles have been inserted into the fan bamboo shoots path, and fish outlines have been laid to cover the cherries.
It is an auspicious day to start planting rice bags at the beginning, and thunder and rain in Nanshan last all night. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields. Take a look and take pictures of the small bridge.
The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberries, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
Twelve wonders of pastoral miscellany in autumn
The sun is setting low in the mountains and the moon is high, and I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests.
The eaves on the back of the sun seem to be toasty the day before, and the sun is so warm that it feels sleepy after the drunkenness. There is no official position for passing through the door, and the whip is fighting against the north wind!
A tall thatch was added to the house, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory. The wind howls outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence.
Use pine knot paste as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. When I come to wipe the paper on the south window in the evening, I feel that the setting sun is twice as red.
When Gao Yin was short, he built a cow palace, and he drank wine, dolphin hooves, and earth. If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year.
Let the boat go and look at the snow-capped mountains. The wind is freezing and freezing in the evening. Sitting and listening to a pole of broken pearls and jade, I don't know that the lake has turned into ice!
Pluck the snow to pick out the ground cabbage, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who doesn't have a plate of food. She smiles and points to the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
The wine is boiled before spring and then steamed. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city.
The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and Zaoyi comes to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine.
When Mr. Mei visited the wood door, it was still not spring in the north and south of the branches. Suddenly he saw a small peach as red as brocade, but he suspected that he was from Wuling.
In winter in the village lanes, we see common customs, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine.
Twelve wonders of pastoral miscellaneous activities in late spring
The mud mirror of the newly built field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost clears; there is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the sound of flails is heard all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose one hub of dendrobium in two minutes, you will still be able to win a full meal.
The house is full of poppies and bottles, and the Heavenly Cult will live intoxicated. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? I pound the rake carefully to buy bighead carp,
I pound the rake carefully to sell the bighead carp, and the west wind blows up the four-cheeked perch. The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang.
The new frost marks the dawn and announces the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests. Only the orange grove has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees.
Twelve wonders of the pastoral scene in Youchun
Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks.
Twelve unique late spring pastoral delights on the right
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, and the rice seedlings are moved and covered with catkins. The rice roots are like blocks, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
The Zhumen are full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star.
The tangerine beetle is like a silkworm entering its transformation machine, and its cocoon hangs from the branches like a coir raincoat; suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly, with pink wings it learns to fly.
When the two wheat crops fall, they fight for a hundred coins, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian. The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice.
The water is boiling, the snow is surging, the chariots are noisy, and the rain is noisy. Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other. There are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons.
Quietly watch the eaves spider build its web low, hindering the flight of small insects for no reason. The dragonfly hung upside down and the beeer was embarrassed, so he called the mountain boy to rescue him.
The young woman spends the whole night on the silk machine, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly. Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
It’s hard work to be a child. I hate the rain and the wind, and I’m even more timid about the cold. The note tells God not to plunder the leftovers, and half of them will be rewarded for private debts and half of them will be lost to officials.
When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it. When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse.
The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges are turned over the river and up the ditch; the terrain is uneven and the manpower is exhausted, but the young man grows up on the front of the bicycle.
The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu, and you can see Taihu Lake in the sky. The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city.
Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days, the weather is cool, and the green and green mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window.
Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like jelly. They often stay at the farmhouse and wash the well.
Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home at night. The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in alarm.
The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plow, and the bloody finger is full of elixirs. I can't afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent.
Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night. If deafness and deafness are not cured, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa?
Twelve wonders of summer pastoral miscellany on the right
The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are talking about the sedge. . Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
Twelve scenes of pastoral miscellany in last winter. From morning to noon, daily life and food are all based on the voices of people outside the wall. The four scenes of play and calligraphy
Knock on the board in the south of the alley to announce the change of the disabled. In the north of the street, people are playing silk and chanting sutras. The two of them have been frightened to death. Whose family is fighting pigeons and ringing bells?
When the vegetable market is noisy, the windows are transparent, and the baker calls for the medicine to be cooked. There is nothing to do at sunrise, except for the sound of opening the door and sweeping the floor.
Beizhai teaches Hui Lao people to play drums far away, and Eastern Zen teaches people to ring bells when the rice is cooked. The little boy woke up the teacher three times, and the sun was full and the east window was as warm as spring.
I stood up and held a book by the east window, combing through all kinds of things. When it’s time to wrap up your meal in a towel, you’ve already come back to the dinner market for fish.