I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village
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.
We open your window overlooking the garden and fields, and make somme wine.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Lu you's trip to Shanxi village
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will always knock on the door with your cane.
Wang Wei's Letter to Pei Di from My Cabin in Wangchuan
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows day by day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Bai Juyi's Country Night
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
I went to the front door alone and looked out at the field. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat field, and the buckwheat flowers were like a dazzling snowflake.
Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Mo Mei in Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Su Shi's topic Xilinbi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral
Farming during the day, accumulating hemp at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn from mulberry trees to grow melons.
Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!