"Qingming"
Du Mu
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"What I See"
Yuan Mei
The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood up with my mouth shut.
"Village Evening"
Lei Zhen
The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples.
The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
"Shepherd Boy"
Lv Yan
The grass spreads across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds in the evening breeze.
After returning home and having a good meal, after dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat.
"Shepherd Boy"
Qi Chan
The cattle can ride freely, and the spring breeze and drizzle fly.
In the green mountains and green grass, there is a flute and a coir raincoat.
Go and sing at sunrise, and return home with the bright moonlight stroking your palms.
Whoever is like you is neither right nor wrong.