meng haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,
You entertained me on your farm.
We look at the green trees around your village.
And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.
We open your window to the garden and fields,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.
By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,
I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Youshan west village
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
Qingpingle country house
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by 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 on the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Qingpingle. Song Xinqiji, a Country Home
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream best.
The following is Wang Wei's.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.
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.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .
House of Bamboo
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Back to my home in Songshan
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
Zhong Nanshan
The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
clear stream
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Shinharuno (working at night)
The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.
There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.
Huanghuachuan
The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.
Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.
Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating.
I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.
Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.
Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.
Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.
The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.
My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.