? The past can only be recalled. Childish childhood, ignorant teenagers, chasing figures, and the fun of games pass by with the years. The past has passed by, and each scene remains in my heart. Sometimes I pick up a few and savor them carefully, which can comfort my lonely heart.
? Shepherd Boy
Lu Yan
There are six or seven miles of grass spread across the field, and the flute plays three or four sounds in the evening breeze.
After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat.
? Shepherd boy
? Qi Chan
The cattle can ride freely, and the spring breeze and drizzle fly.
In the green mountains and green grass, there is a flute and a coir raincoat.
Sing at sunrise and return with the bright moonlight in your palms.
Whoever is like you is neither right nor wrong.
Shepherd boy
? Lu Zhao
Who has a heart like a shepherd boy?
Sleeping on cattle in the deep autumn.
I play a tune from time to time,
Why worry about not knowing the music from the north to the south.
? Poetry for a Shepherd Boy
Zhang Ji
Herding cattle in the distance, surrounded by thick grains and millet around the village.
The hungry crows in the countryside pecked the cows’ backs, preventing me from playing at the head of the ridge. When you enter the grassland, many cattle are walking around, and when the calf is white, it crows in the reeds.
On the other side of the embankment, they blew leaves to greet their companions, and also drummed and whipped three or four times. Cows and cattle eat grass and don't touch each other, and officials and officials cut off their horns.
? Shepherd Boy's Ci
? Li She
Herding cattle in the morning, herding cattle down the river.
Grazing cattle at night, herding cattle across the village valley.
The lotus coops come out of the forest, the spring rain is gentle, and the reed pipes lie blowing the green sedge.
If you plant basil and arrows all over your waist, you will not be afraid of tigers bullying the yellow calves.
Shepherd Boy
Huang Tingjian
Riding a bull far past the front village, the wind of flute could be heard across the bank.
There are so many famous and wealthy people in Chang'an who are not as good as you if they run out of agencies.
? Evening in the Village
? Lei Zhen
The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples.
The shepherd boy returns and rides on the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
? In the Mulberry Tea Tunnel
? Yang Wanli
When the wind and rain dry up during the Qingming Festival, the grass is full of flowers and the dike is full of water.
The boy Liu Yinmian was sleeping, and a cow ate Liu Yinxi.
The way back is on the back of the whipping ox,
The sound of the flute plays the old peace song.
Poetry for a Shepherd Boy
? Zhou Quan＜Yuan＞
? I am a herdsman who is not afraid of being far away. Fortunately, the herdsmen are gone, and the herds are tamed and harassed without defeat.
? The plain is wet with spring smoke, and the green grass is not covered with it. The big cow hides on the heavy slope, and the little cow drinks the sweet water.
? Once it is exposed, it is still dark, and it is always late to return to the scene. From time to time, I sing songs again, and my songs are slang and true.
? Having fun in the fields, things in the world are not what you heard. Lying on the back of an ox, Gelan looks up at the clouds in the sky.
? What you see
? Yuan Mei
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent.
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Children are used to knowing Lintang Road,
Returning under the moonlight with a whip rope.
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? Most of the shepherd boys in ancient poems ride on the backs of oxen and play the flute, leisurely and contentedly.
This may be an expression of people's admiration and recollection of their childhood close to nature, carefree, innocent, happy and leisurely life!
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