There is no vulgar rhyme, and the nature loves Qiushan. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Part I"
In the fragrance of rice flowers, there is a good year. Listen to the frogs. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon in the Yellow Sand Road at Night
over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, and mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "in my lodge at wang chuan after a long rain/Autumn Returning to Wangchuan Village"
When weeding at noon, sweat drips down the soil. _ _ _ _ Li Shen's "Two Poems of Ancient Style/Two Poems of Kindness for Farmers"
The mountains and plains are covered with white mountains and rivers, and the sound of sub-rules is like rain. _ _ _ _ Weng Juan's April in the Country
In the green garden, the sunflower is exposed to the sun. _ _ _ _ Anonymous Long Songs
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's
Children and grandchildren did not work for farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons by mulberry shade. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's "summer village Miscellaneous Seven"
Planting beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Part III"
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the buckwheat blossoms like snow in the moonlight. _ _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Village Night"
The children in the village are in charge of their own affairs. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Part III"
Ten miles in the west, the fragrant rice is ripe, the hibiscus hedge is long with bamboo filaments, and the fruit hangs green and yellow. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's "Huanxisha Jiangcun Road"
There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death. _ _ _ _ Li Shen's Two Poems of Ancient Style/Two Poems of Compassion for Farmers
Hozhi, Fu Tian, hail one another familiarly. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "a Farm-house on the Wei River"
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Part I"
A curtain of doves is raining outside, and several fields are idle, and spring hoes are moved across the water. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan's "Crossing the River Clouds, Visiting the Mountain for a Long Time, Remembering the West and Hangzhou in Spring"
In the morning, I manage the waste and bring home the lotus with me. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden, Part III"
Plum is green, plum is yellow, and the vegetables are fat and wheat is ripe to raise silkworms. _ _ _ _ Zhu Yunming's
On the First Summer Mountain, down by the sand-bushes sea-gulls are circling, over the wide river-lands flies an egret. _ _ _ _ Wen Tingyun's
When crossing the south of Lizhou, people didn't know the hardships of farmers, and they would say that Tanaka was born by himself. _ _ _ _ Yan Renyu's "Farmhouse"
There is no field like I am still dancing, not to mention the longing for the new year in the field. _ _ _ _ Once upon a time, Su Xiu Dao Zhong
The setting sun shines on the ruins, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "a Farm-house on the Wei River"
Hedgehog winding path is small in Tianjia. Clouds and trees are open and clear. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Yu Meiren Shuli Zijing Tianjiaxiao"