Select 3 classic pastoral poems:
Chapter 1: Crossing the Three Peaks of Lingshi
Author: Lu You
Qifeng surprised the horse, and Wu Shan in Shuling was washed away.
The ground is green, in the poems of the old songs.
Chapter 2: Light rain at Jianmen Road
Author: Lu You
When it rains lightly at Jianmen Road, dust and wine stains appear on the clothes.
Travel is everywhere. Is this a poet?
Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.
Chapter three: The first spring rain in Lin 'an.
Lin' an in the early spring
For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Complete works of classic pastoral poetry;
Chapter One: Widows in the Mountains
Author: Du Xunhe
Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.
Mulberry and philosopher still pay taxes, but they still want seedlings after rural famine.
When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.
If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Chapter two: pastoral chores in spring
Author: Fan Chengda
At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green.
It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days.
The paste of the earth is constantly urged by the rain, and all flowers bloom.
Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall.
Gaotian Ermai is connected with Qingshan, and the Qingtian near the water is not cultivated.
Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity.
Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society.
The witch thinks the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.
The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard.
The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass.
Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring.
It was Niumo's road ahead and moved to the west side of the gate.
Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green.
Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.
Li Guo's family paid tribute to him and opened a new wine to recommend Qing Mei.
The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting.
Good spring outing, water like a cup after rain.
With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back.
Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children.
The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries.
Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan.
I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.
Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender.
Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.
Chapter Three: Pastoral Miscellanies in Late Spring
Author: Fan Chengda
Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds.
Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.
The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen.
Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.
Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time.
The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.
The skirt is covered with green apples. It's a little cold and I'm too lazy to travel.
Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.
The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings.
Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.
The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen.
It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.
There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water.
Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.
The wool needles are soft and fragrant, and the sweet and sour color is half red.
The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.
The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring.
Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.
Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product.
Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.
After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright.
The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Article 4: Various interests of the summer resort
Author: Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc.
The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family.
There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind.
Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain.
Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons.
The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax.
Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch;
Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.
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.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs.
The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.
Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house.
Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.
Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late.
The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly.
It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts.
I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.
As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long.
If we don't treat the deaf-mute people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa?
Chapter five: pastoral excitement in autumn
Author: Fan Chengda
Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond.
Worm silk has covered all the leaves in Huang Kui, and the evening breeze on the other side of Gaohua is silent.
The evening of Zhumen Bridge is boiling and cheering, and the evening of Tian She is quiet.
Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to care about crossing the river.
Orange borer, such as silkworm, enters the chemical machine, and cocoon, such as hemp fiber, hangs between branches;
Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.
Look at the spider's low net. It stops the worm from flying for no reason.
Embarrassed, the dragonfly hangs upside down and urges Shan Tong to save him.
It's hard to hang down, but also to avoid wind and rain, it's colder.
Gui sued the public holiday for plundering surplus grain, rewarding private debts and losing his official position.
There is only rain in Qiu Lai, but there is no cloud in Jiazi.
After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until the warehouse is cleared.
The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is diving, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky.
Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city.
The newly-built ridge is flat and flat, and every family plays rice, and first frost is sunny;
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls.
If you lose in two minutes, you will still win.
The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will get drunk for a career.
I wonder if it's new. Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.
Clams are finely pounded to sell squid, and the west wind blows four-cheeked bass.
Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.
The new frost announced the depth of autumn and dyed the green forest into valerian forest.
Only the orange garden has different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.
Chapter six: the excitement of winter pastoral.
Author: Fan Chengda
When the sun goes down and the mountains go up, the rest of my sleep goes around the suburbs of the river.
Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests.
The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk.
If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage!
Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts.
The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence.
The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room;
Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.
Gan Yin Gao lacks a cow palace and drinks dolphin hoof soil.
Deer are not as long as calves, so they will be planted in the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail and see if the snow-capped mountains are sunny. The wind will be particularly cold and colder at night.
Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!
Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter.
Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish.
Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup.
Don't be angry that the old woman has no food, laugh at the chestnut fragrance in the ash.
Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year.
Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time.
Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon.
Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine.
Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south;
Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.
Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing.
The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.
Chapter 7: Autumn Rain Pastoral.
Author: Geng Kun
The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland.
When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches.
New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli.
Chapter 8: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
Author: Li Bai
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.
Chapter 9: Looking at Lushan Waterfall
Author: Li Bai
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Article 10: Early development of Baidicheng
Author: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.