Plums are golden yellow, apricots are fat, cauliflower is white and wheat flower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
April in rural Weng Juan.
The mountains and plains are green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Yang Wanli's New Town Xugong Store
The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree head are not shaded.
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Interest (Part Two)
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Xin Qiji's Qingpingle Village Residence
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Lu you's trip to Shanxi village
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Wang Anshi's Book of Mr. Yin on the Wall of the Lake
Grass eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei 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.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.