Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. Thirty years passed carelessly.
Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.
This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.
Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village
In spring, bamboo fence huts are everywhere in the mountain village. There is no such thing as peace, but the lonely smoke comes from others. There is no peace in the misty rain. However, if you teach yellow calves and no one appreciates them, you can't persuade them to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in spring. Did he forget the taste of rhyme, forget the taste? In recent March, he didn't eat salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the money changed hands.
A Tour of Shanxi Village-[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is another village with a bright future.
Qingpingle Village Residence-Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
There is green grass on the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying by the stream, peeling lotus leaves.
Pastoral color map-showing the direction of Zhu Shi
The pastoral scenery is full of eyes,
Seeking beauty in landscape painting.
A pastoral song disturbs dreams,
Millions of chefs smoke, arousing homesickness.
Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in the remote mountainous area. We talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Village Rain-Wang Jian
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village is inclined.
I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.
Now the mountain is cold and blue, autumn water flows through my hut door all day and leans on my staff. I listen to cicadas staying at the ferry in the evening breeze and sunset, and the midnight snack smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I mortgage the great hermit and sing a wild poem in Wuliu? .
Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. Who is old? The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus.
Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si
Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort to go home. Looking back, I saw my way, lying in the thick shade. I was passing a friend's farmhouse. When his child called from the thorn gate, he took me through the bamboo and green vines to grab and grab my clothes. I had a good rest, drinking wine and waving my hand to chat. I sang Long song, relaxed the wind, and the music was tired. I was drunk and happy, but Tao Ran forgot my plane.
"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda
Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter like thunder, flail bright all night.
April in the countryside-Weng Juan
It's raining like smoke in full of green. In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields.
"New Cool"-Ji Xu
The fields are watery, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
Lover-Sun Guangxian
In the thatched cottage, there is a winding stream. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to the knitting sound, listen to the sound of the shuttle passing through the house.
Partridge Sky-Su Shi
Forests cut off mountains and bamboo walls, and cicada garbage ponds. You can always see a blank bird when you turn over, and the water is red and fragrant. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day.
Rural scenery-Chen
Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the geese at dawn.
"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You
The drizzle on the eaves of Mao was wet with smoke, and the river was cold and snowy.
Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi
Clogs come out of the field, and the city is divided into yin and ye. Slide across the canal, stroll in the jasper, and the crops lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is stained with tobacco fat, and musk deer burns deep in water. When the sun sets, people go to empty buildings and chickens flock.
Hut-land tour
Peeling and pecking at the hut, knocking at the master. The new wall will remove the turtle omen, make the tiles thinner and break the fish scales. Red grain will cook her millet, and the smoke is very heavy. If you sleep in bed, the cold dog will be bitter.
Hut-Xu Hun
Yan Yan went down the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. She moved the vegetables to the water in the distance, and the fruits were frozen. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come, have wine, and live in Maotang.
Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.
Open the door to store grain and millet, and live by Weng Shuitou. There are waves in the south today, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short coat and plays a flute at his waist to smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.
Autumn Night in the Mountains —— Don Wang Wei
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Jinghe, a mountain with many mangrove temples.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Sanxiang's poems
Tanggaoqu
North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan and Che Xuan are all homesick.
Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
homesickness
Don
Mount Emei is like oil in water, so it is impossible to pity me.
When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
Lipper
Lanling wine tulips,
The jade bowl is full of amber light.
But getting the master drunk,
I don't know where I am.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
When the dogwood is full, one person is missing.
Patriotism:
Yangtze River Wen Song Tian Xiang
I swam in the North Sea with the wind for a few days and came back from the head of the Yangtze River.
My heart is a magnet, which doesn't mean that the South won't rest.
Join the army, Tang Wang Chang Ling.
The clouds in Qinghai are long and the snow-capped mountains are dark, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Chusetang Wang Changling
When the moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and closed in the Han Dynasty, the Long March did not return.
But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Don, a young man.
Born in the Han Dynasty, Yulin Lang, an official, first fought against Yuyang in the name of a title of generals in ancient times.
Who knows that if you don't suffer in the court, you will still be fragrant when you die.
Wuwei sent Liu, the judge, to Huaxi to conquer Tang Censhen.
There are few volcanic pedestrians in May. Seeing your horse sick like a bird,
The commander-in-chief camp is too white and west, and the sound of the horn is moving.
Zhang Pu filmed his next song, Don Lu Lun.
In the dim moonlight, wild geese are flying high, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
Tang Linghu Chu, a young man.
The bow shines on the back, the sword shines on the frost, and the autumn wind steps out to bask.
I don't want to look back at my hometown until I receive the land of the Yellow River.
Song Qingzhao, summer quatrains
Life is a hero, and death is a hero.
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
Twelve truffle oil
When I die, I know that everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and never forgot to inform Nai Weng about the family sacrifice.
Man Jiang Hong
Song Yuefei
Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the rain. Looking up, the sky roared, strong and fierce. Thirty fame and fortune, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't be idle and feel sad for nothing. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car broke through the shortcomings of Helan Mountain. You are eager to eat pork and talk about drinking Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Mourn qu yuan
Fuck, Angkor was caught by rhinoceros armour, and the car was on the wrong wheel hub.
If the sun is covered, the enemy is like a cloud, the arrow falls, and the soldiers fight for the first place.
Yu Ling's array is full of lines, and his left side is full of wounds.
Two rounds, four horses, jade and drums.
I'll be furious then I'm going to kill vilen and abandon him.
If you can't get out, you won't go back, and the plain will go too far at once.
With a long sword and a A Qin bow, if you leave your head and your heart, you will not be punished.
Honesty is fearless, but ultimately it is unyielding.
Physical death, spirit is spirit, soul is ghost!
Take a long breath, hide your tears and lament how hard people's lives are. -Qu Yuan's Li Sao
When you died in the national disaster, you suddenly felt as if you were dead. -Cao Zhi's White Horse.
Modesty, dare not forget worrying about the country. -Lu You's Book of Diseases.
Julian Waghann established Central Plains Day in the north, and this family sacrifice has never been forgotten. -Lu You's "Shizi"
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so let's take the heart of Dan to shine on history. -Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Ocean.
Selfishness, then the country's life and death, gloating, should be avoided! -Lin Zexu's "Going to Chengguan to Show Your Family"