Rewrite "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun"
One day, the poet Fan Chengda came to a small village to play.
He saw people in the countryside weeding in the fields during the day and rubbing hemp thread at night every day. Men, women and children in the village have jobs and have their own specialties. Look again, children can't weed and rub hemp thread, but they imitate adults to do farm work, and they are close to the shade of mulberry trees and learn to grow sweet potatoes.
The poet Fan Chengda could not help reciting a poem:
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.
Rewrite "fisherman's song"
The poet Zhang came to Sai Sai Shan to play and fish.
At this time, a group of egrets flew in front of Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms on the shore were all open, showing a cheerful smile. In the clear lake, there is a delicious fish playing, which is called mandarin fish. Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao, so Zhang put on a hat made of bamboo sticks and bamboo leaves and a rain-proof appliance made of straw. Why didn't the poet Zhang go home? Because he was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery.
So, he made a poem:
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Rewrite April in the Country
One day in April, the poet Weng Juan came to the countryside to play.
In the countryside, Weng Juan saw many mountains and plains. The water color reflects the white sky, and the cuckoo sings loudly like smoke in the drizzle. There are no idle people in the countryside in April. Everyone is working hard. The farmers have just finished raising silkworms and harvesting mulberry, and they are going to transplant rice seedlings again.
See here, the poet Weng Juan can't help chanting:
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.