1, returned to Yuantianju. Third,
Tao Jin Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early to get rid of weeds, and go home with a hoe in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my original intention of returning to agriculture.
2. Be kind to farmers
Don Li Shen.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death.
3. April in the countryside
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all 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.
The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
4. Fishermen on the river
Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like delicious perch. Look at that small fishing boat, sometimes in the rough waves.
The farmer looks sunny.
Tang Yong Yu zhi
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later.
White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
I have heard that it will rain when the west wind blows in Qin, so when will you go back? The gray-haired old farmer, like a crane, stood high in the wheat field for a long time, expecting the dark clouds to disperse and the sun to reappear.