Poems about pastoral areas

Yang Wanli, Lu You, Fan Chengda, and You Miao are equally famous, collectively known as the "Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty"

Paling Yangko

Yang Wanli

The field husband throws the rice seedlings, the field woman catches them, the young ones pull them out and the older ones plant them.

The hat is a pocket, a raincoat is a shell, and the rain is wet from the head to the blade.

Calling him to eat for a while, he bowed his head and did not answer.

Take care of the geese and ducklings before the roots of the seedlings grow firmly.

Compassion for farmers

Yang Wanli

The rice clouds will not rain or turn yellow, and the buckwheat flowers will be empty and covered with frost early.

I have already endured hunger to survive my remaining years, and I am even more worthy of the extra years

"Light Rain on the Sword Gate Road"

Lu You

< p>There are traces of dust and wine on the clothes,

Traveling far away leaves no trace of the soul.

Does this fit the poet?

Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.

"Visiting Shanxi Village"

Lu You

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.

Chaozhongcuo

Author: Fan Chengda

Leisure and fitness are life. Not to mention the good years. After watching the autumn moon for ten minutes, I even put yellow flowers on the Double Ninth Festival. Spend time with the scenery, brewing wine from the Wuban Society, and tea from the Shiding Mountain. After eating red lotus-flavored rice, the Nong family will become a fairy family.

Pastoral miscellany in four seasons

Author: Fan Chengda

There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.