Ancient poems about village living:
1. Qingpingle·Village living, Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when he is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop.
What I like most is that my child has died, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
Translation: The eaves of the thatched house are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. The drunken local dialect of Wu sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose parents-in-law are those with white hair? The eldest son was weeding in the bean field east of the creek, and the second son was weaving a chicken coop at home. My favorite naughty little son, he is lying in the grass at Xitou, peeling off the newly picked lotus pods.
2. Village residence, Qing Dynasty: Gaoding
On a February day, the grass is growing and the orioles are flying, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke.
The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Translation: In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass gradually sprouts and grows, orioles fly here and there, and the willows on the bank are intoxicated in the spring mist. The children in the village came home from school early and took advantage of the east wind to fly their kites into the sky.
3. Village residence, Song Dynasty: Zhang Shunmin
The water surrounds the field and the bamboo fences, and the elm coins are all gone, and the hibiscus flowers are sparse.
No one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos.
Translation: In the distance from the village are gurgling water and fields surrounding the hillside. The small garden outside the residence is surrounded by green bamboo fences and green water reflects the countryside, giving it an idyllic scenery. The hibiscus flowers are sparse, and every elm tree has already gone with the wind. At dusk, the old cow slowly returned. On the back of the cow is not a cowherd playing a piccolo, but a jackdaw standing there.
4. Nanxiangzi Village Dwelling at Autumn Twilight, Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Red leaves are all over the cold stream, and the empty mountains are lined with thousands of trees. Try going up to the small building and looking at it, high and low. A smoke cage spreads ten miles away.
Barking dogs and crowing chickens, lights shining brightly on the way home. When I first drove through Hengshan, it was near and far, east and west. My home is alone in the cold forest.
Translation: The cold stream is covered with red fallen leaves, the mountains and forests along the way are silent, and all the trees are shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Try to climb up to the small building and see the mountains in the distance.
A sheet of smoke shrouded dozens of miles of lakes. The barking of dogs is mixed with the crow of cocks, the lights are flashing, and there is no way back. Walking along the mountains, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes east and sometimes west. The home is hidden deep in the autumn and winter woods, and the door is closed alone.
5. Living in the village and writing, Song Dynasty: Lu You
Hongqiao Meishi is surrounded by Xiaoshan, and white pagoda is born in the spring water of Fanjiang River.
The scent of flowers strikes people and they know it is suddenly warm, and the sound of magpies piercing the trees welcomes the clear weather.
The wine shop is cheap and the poor are still drunk, and the fields are muddy and the old people are still plowing.
What I like most is that I have enough official gifts in advance and that there are no officials knocking on wood or thorns for many years.
Translation: Hongqiao Meishi is surrounded by mountains in the distance, and the spring water of Fanjiang River flows under the white pagoda. The fragrance of flowers tells you that the weather is getting warmer; the weather is fine and the calls of magpies can be heard through the woods. The price of Fangchang Liquor is so low that I can get drunk even though I am poor. During the busy farming season, farmers in the mountains and fields are busy farming. The happiest thing is that taxes are paid in full, and no clerks come to press for rent throughout the year.