1, pastoral work in spring (Wang Wei)
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.
2. A farmhouse by the Weihe River (Wang Wei)
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.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
3. Xin Qingye (a late) Hope (Wang Wei)
The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast.
Extremely clean.
The national gate is near the ferry.
The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.
Baishui Tian Ming Wei
After Bifeng came out of the mountain.
There are no idle people on the farm.
Pour out family affection.
4. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (Fan Chengda)
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
5. Qingxi (Wang Wei)
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
6. Returning to the Garden is the second place (Tao Yuanming)
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
7. My retreat in Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei)
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.