There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice, and the sun shone on me from the green moss.
Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei
The hibiscus flower at the end of the wood is the red calyx in the mountain.
Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, the crystal stone in the stream, the whisper in the bamboo forest, the laundry girl comes home, the lotus leaf blooms in front of the fishing boat, my friend's prince, spring has passed, but you are here. What does it matter? .
Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"
In the countryside under the setting sun, cattle and sheep go home along the path. An old man in rags closes the thatched door and leans on a crutch, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy. Where are the roaring pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves greet each other cordially. In other words, they advocate leisure and are disappointed with their songs.
Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing
Men and women love each other, and no one complains when they say goodbye. Although it was hot and sunny in May, there was a lot of traffic under the eaves. Wild silkworms don't take cocoons, and autumn moths are born among leaves. Wheat is harvested, silk is on the shaft, and knowledge is lost. I don't expect the entrance, and I don't want to sell the yellow calf to the city. Tian Jia is well-fed and happy.
Zhang Ji's wild old songs
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings are not allowed to eat, and the official warehouse is reduced to earth. At the end of the year, the plow plowed the land beside the empty room, and Hu Er climbed the mountain to collect acorns. Xijiang Jiake pearls are full of guests, and dogs on board eat meat.
Nie's The Wounded Family
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. It cured the pain in my eyes, but it cut out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Instead of continuing the banquet, I want to see the house I fled.
Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"
After a few days of leisure, the Tian family began to farm. When Ding Zhuang was in the wild, the farm was in good order. When he returns to the scene, he often takes a sip of Xixi water. He is not bitter when he is hungry, but happy when he is drunk. He has no place to live, but he hasn't served yet. If he is ashamed of not farming, he will eat.
Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe
My husband clung to the thatch because of the soldiers, and my linen and linen clothes were burned. When mulberry leaves are abandoned, I pay taxes in Judah, and when the countryside dries up, I still want seedlings. When I pick wild vegetables and roots to cook, I rotate leaves to burn firewood. Even if I am deeper in the mountain, I will try my best to avoid taxation.
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
In the house, spring pigeons sing, apricot trees narrate, axes cut away poplars, and lotus hoes spring veins. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. When they are in danger, they will feel disappointed and travel far.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
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 in remote mountainous areas. We open the windows of your garden and fields, talk about mulberry trees and marijuana in our hands, and wait until the holiday in the mountains. I will come again at chrysanthemum time.
Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"
At the end of last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap, and farmers are very hurt. High motorcycles are disgusting, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so you should kill Nan for nothing.
Wen's "Burning Song"
Looking up at Nanshan, the mountain burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk seems to be unique, and the short flame is even. The difference is that we arrived at the rock and the Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. The low wind is exhausted with the return air, and the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk. They want to die. They say Chu is more vulgar, and burning her is Zaotian. Bean sprouts and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandoned stacks are put back into columns and squares.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)
Plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat is gray and cauliflower is sparse.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)
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.