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.
The quatrains-Du Fu
When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.
The quatrains-Du Fu
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
"Shanxi Village Tour"-[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.
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 thundered and flail rang 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.
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.
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. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, crops lying 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.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
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 drunkenness, and a wild poem is sung at Wuliu? .
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 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? .
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
Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains and a corner of the sea.
When I looked back, the clouds were behind me, and when I walked in, the fog disappeared.
A central peak divides the wilderness and climate into many valleys.
As I needed a place to spend the night, I called a woodcutter on the river.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.
One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.
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.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings show, silkworms are sleeping, and mulberry leaves are peeled.
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 weather is clear and Yuan Ye is vast. Very clean.
The national gate is adjacent to the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary.
White water is outside the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain.
There are no idle people in the farming month.
Huanghuachuan
The dangerous road turns ten thousand turns, and three miles rest.
See the disciples in a circle, hidden in the forest hills.
Dripping rain, gurgling stone flow.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.
Green and beautiful, green trees floating.
I used to hate hiding, 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.
Chai Lu
Wang Wei
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Spring Morning
meng haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Niaomingjian
Wang Wei
People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon rises and the mountain birds are startled, when the spring flows.
House of Bamboo
Wang Wei
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.
Spend the night on Jiande River.
meng haoran
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
In the mountains.
Wang Wei
White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.
There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
Autumn sentiment in mountain residence
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? .
Guogurenzhuang
meng haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Drink wine/alcohol
Tao Yuanming
Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.
Asking what you can do is far from self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.
Twelve pastoral poems in spring
In Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow in the afternoon, and the mulberry leaves are not green.
The soil paste is frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers bloom; Out of the house, the land is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip has crossed the wall.
Gaotian Ermai is green in the mountains, and the green in the low fields near the water is not cultivated; Taoqi Village is full of spring and clear singing.
Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. Witches are not afraid of light taste, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is grayer.
Clubs burn money like thunder, and the sunset helps drunkards turn around. Flowers are scattered on the green branches, and I know that it is my children and grandchildren who are fighting for grass.
Riding the east blows the lane, riding the spring like smoke. The cow is in front of the door and moves to the west of the door.
Cold food is full of flowers, skirts are green, and several ships are lined up. Once a year, you can visit the mountain temple, but you can't climb Lingyan Mountain, that is, Tiger Hill.
Li Guo's family paid tribute to the broom and introduced a new wine to recommend plums. The road is long and the door is close, so lend me a warm Mao Ting.
It's good to go for a spring outing. After the rain, the water is like a cup. With the help of the yellow dog, I went to the stream and suddenly came back.
If you plant a garden, your fruit will be rewarded, but you won't be scratched by children's birds. You put a needle in Fan Sunjing's road and spread a fishing net to cover the cherry.
Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and it thundered and rained all night in Nanshan.
Under the mulberries, spring vegetables are covered with green beds, and the heart is tender and the mustard moss is fat.
Twelve pastoral poems in late spring
Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Self-collected stream wool is filled for late supply, and the short tent is left in the horizontal pond.
The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering the tight wind and waves in the beautiful days, reed roots are planted from outside water.
Hu Die has joined cauliflower, and there are no tourists who go to Tianjia every day.
The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs scream at dusk. It's very autumn this year.
In the new green garden, the air is cool, and fleas come out to see the seedlings in the morning. All flowers are floating in mulberry and hemp, and the wind is fragrant in Ferula.
Thirty-year-old silkworms avoid the door, and the neighboring songs do not move. It was still sunny, and they met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.
Around the polluted water, there is no half door in the snail house every year.
The fragrance of wool needles is soft and tender, sour and sweet, and it is half red. When picking, the children laughed and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.
The sea, rain and rivers piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring.
Grain Rain is as slippery as dust, and a bottle of floating wax tastes new. Peony and cherry are ripe, so they can't fly in spring.
After the rain, the mountain people got up late and the sky was half dark. The old man listened to the warbler, and the boy opened the door and let the swallow fly.
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The children paddled like leaves, weaving ducks and going home alone.
Twelve Miscellaneous Poems of Summer Resort
Plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat is gray and cauliflower is sparse. No one has ever landed on a long fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly.
In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
Two wheat harvests compete for 100 yuan in autumn, which is called a small harvest year by Tian Jia.
Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain. Sanggu greeted each other with a basin of hands, and there were not as many cocoons as silkworm cocoons.
My little wife went to the silk machine all night. She is eager to fly. Fortunately, this year, the silkworm was ripe, and she left a summer dress made of yellow silk.
Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower, Ding Nan stepped on the front of the car.
During the day, the children in the village mind their own business, and their children and grandchildren are not prepared to plant land and weave, but also learn to grow melons by mulberry shade.
The first leaf of Sophora japonica is cool, and the ears of green mice are green in pairs.
Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting by the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.
Thousands of hibiscus flowers roam freely, and the flowers get lost and forget to go home late. My family knows where the ship sails, and sometimes ducklings can fly.
It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts. I can't buy fields to grow water, and the lake has recently collected rent.
As the sun sets, frogs croak and the nights are long. If the deaf and dumb are not treated, will dreams and souls compete for beds?
Twelve pastoral poems in autumn
Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond to each other. Worm silk is full of Huang Kui leaves, the evening breeze is high, and the flowers are quiet.
Zhumen is full of joy at night, but silent at night. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to cross the river.
Orange borer, such as silkworm, enters the chemical machine, and cocoon, such as hemp fiber, hangs between branches; Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.
Look at the spider's low net, which stops the insect's flight for no reason. Dragonfly hung upside down and asked Shan Tong for help.
It is not easy to make a living, and it is colder to take shelter from the rain and wind.
Qiu Lai is afraid that the rain will fall and there will be no clouds in Jiazi. After the rice was harvested, it was sunny until the warehouse was ready.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama belongs to a diver, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky.
The newly-built ridge is flat and flat, and every family plays rice, and first frost is sunny; There was a light thunder in the laughter, and the flail rang all night.
When chartering a boat, it is full of goods and the particles are as white as pearls.
The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will be drunk for life. I wonder if the new drops are comparable? Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.
Fine pounded fish for sale, and the west wind blows four-faced bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
The new frost declared the autumn deep, and the green forest was dyed into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has a different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.
Twelve winter pastoral miscellanies
The sun sets, the mountains are low and the moon is high. After sleeping, the medicine goes around the suburb of the river.
The day before yesterday, the back eaves seemed to be baking. After getting drunk, I felt sleepy. You can't get into any official position if you go through the door, and the side hat cage whips the north wind!
Add a handful of grass to the house, and the wall of the dense mud house looks like a monk's hut.
The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; When I come to wipe the south window paper at night, I feel that the sunset is twice as red.
It's better to drink dolphin's hoof than to build a cow palace.
Let the boat sail to see the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind will be extremely cold and the night will be more condensed. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!
Snow on the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter. Zhumen meat has no taste, and it is only an ordinary dish.
Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup.
Boiled wine is waxed before spring, then steamed, and the urn head is clear within one year.
The yellow paper shovel rented white paper to urge him to come to the country in the afternoon. The Chief Executive's brain is too dry in winter. Please buy wine for Green Money.
Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south; Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.
In winter, the village lane sees the customs, and the neighbors talk about worshipping firewood. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.
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