Poetry about field scenery

1. An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

2.

Last night we fought back to the north, and now we are heading east. ——Meng Haoran, "Tian Jia Yuan Day"

3.

The tall trees are filled with sad winds, and the sea water stirs up its waves. ——Cao Zhi's "The Journey of the Yellow Bird in Noda"

4.

The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

5.

In December of the eighth year, it snowed heavily on the fifth day. ——Bai Juyi's "Bitter Cold in the Village"

6. Swallows come and go in the hall, and gulls are close to each other in the water. ——Du Fu's "Jiangcun"

7. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

8. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. ——Du Fu's "Jiangcun"

9.

The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune. ——Lei Zhen's "Village Evening"

10.

Children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence"

11.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

12. Walking out the front door alone to look at the wild fields, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"

13. The frost grass and caterpillars are everywhere, and there are no people walking to the south of the village or to the north of the village. ——Bai Juyi's "Village Night"

14.

The chickens are crowing wildly, and the chickens are fighting when guests arrive. ——Du Fu's "Three Poems of Qiang Village·Part 3"

15.

Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing, the green reflects the red, and the water village, mountain, and wine flags are blown by the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

16. Don't say that the wine tastes weak and the millet fields are unplowed.

——Du Fu's "Three Poems of Qiang Village Part Three"