"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" has sixty poems.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" is a set of large-scale pastoral poems written by Fan Chengda, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, after he retired to his hometown. It is divided into five parts: spring, late spring, summer, autumn and winter. Each part has its own theme. Twelve poems, ***60 poems. The poem describes the scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the countryside and the lives of farmers. It also reflects the exploitation suffered by farmers and the hardship of life.
Among them are 12 pastoral miscellaneous songs in spring, 12 pastoral miscellaneous songs in late spring, 12 pastoral miscellaneous songs in summer, 12 pastoral miscellaneous songs in autumn, and 12 pastoral miscellaneous songs in winter. ***60 songs . It describes different scenes in the countryside in four seasons and vividly draws dynamic pictures of rural farming.
The whole poem is as follows:
(Spring) The four seasons of pastoral miscellany and twelve unique poems (12 poems)
The sound of roosters at noon in the deep alley of willow flowers, the sound of mulberry leaves The new tip is green yet. Nothing happened while I was sitting there sleeping. The window was full of windows and I could see silkworms growing on a sunny day.
The earth is about to stir and the rains are frequent, and thousands of grasses and flowers bloom. The wild border behind the house is still green and beautiful, and the neighbors are whipping bamboo shoots over the wall.
The two wheat fields in the high fields are connected with the green mountains, and the low fields near the water are green and unplowed. The village is full of peaches and apricots, and the spring is like brocade, and the drums and drums are singing during the Qingming Festival.
The first ripe Dumao firewood in the old basin is brought to the Tiantou Festival. Don't be dissatisfied with the taste of the witch lady, the flag pavilion official wine is more gray.
The money-burning drums under the club are like thunder, and the setting sun helps the drunkard to return. The green branches are all over the ground and the flowers are scattered all over. I know it is the children and grandchildren coming to fight with grass.
The alleys are noisy with the wind blowing from the east, and the carriages and horses are noisy like smoke in the spring. Don't tie the cow to the road in front of the door. Move it to the west of the door and tie it to the edge of Qing.
Cold food flower branches are all over the head, and there are a few small boats in the green skirt and green mantle. I visit the mountain temple once a year, and if I don’t go to Lingyan, I’ll go to Tiger Hill.
People in Guoli pay their respects to sweep back, and they recommend green plums to newly opened mash wine. The long road is close to the city gate. Let me warm you in my thatched pavilion.
I have a good feeling when I look for spring on my feet, and the water in my hoofs is like a cup after the rain. He went forward with the help of a yellow dog, and suddenly turned back when he reached the stream.
The fruits of the garden are only repayable for the hard work, but the children are scratched by the birds. Thorns have been inserted into the shoot path, and fishing nets have been laid to cover the cherries.
It is an auspicious day to start planting rice bags at the beginning of the day, and thunder and rain continue all night in Nanshan. This year we don’t owe water to the rice fields, so take a look at the small bridge after the new rise.
The border is full of green spring vegetables under the mulberries, and the heart of the mulberry is green and tender, and the mustard moss is fertile. I wash my clothes in Xitou and sell them in a shop. At dusk I return home wrapped in salt and sold wine.
(Late Spring) Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany Twelve Wonders (12 poems)
Purple green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and jade snow celery buds are pulled out and grow. I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.
The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned over, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling. Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water.
Butterflies enter the cauliflower in pairs, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time. Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out. Frogs are singing in the dusk, and the rice field is very autumn this year.
The air is cool at dawn in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to see and move the rice seedlings. All the flowers are blooming, and the mulberry trees are blooming, and the fragrance of asafoetida is blown by the wind.
Three-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors. It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.
Around the dirty water, there is no half-open hut. It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat is holding Fengtian back.
The needles of the grass are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, while the needles are sweet and sour and half dyed red. The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and new fish and vegetables are coming back in spring. On the river pufferfish, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks.
The Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the bottle is trying something new. The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim. The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.
There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei. The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.
(Summer) Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Twelve Wonders (12 poems)
Plums are golden, apricots are fat, wheat flowers, white snow and cauliflower are sparse. No one passes through the fence as the day progresses, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
In May, the wheat in Jiangwu is cold, and the rice seedlings are moved and covered with catkins. The rice roots are like blocks, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year.
When the two wheat crops fall, they fight for a hundred coins, and the Tian family calls it Xiaofeng Nian. The cake oven and rice cooker are not hungry, and the westerly wind catches the ripe rice.
The water is boiling, the snow is surging, the chariots are noisy, and the rain is noisy. Sanggu holds hands in hand to congratulate each other. There are not many silk cocoons but many silk cocoons.
The young woman spends the whole night on the silk machine, while the old man urges the tax collectors and is eager to fly. Fortunately, the silkworms are ripe this year, so I have enough yellow silk to weave summer clothes.
The water from the fields flows out of the river, and the high ridges turn over the river and go up the ditch. The terrain was uneven and the manpower was exhausted, but Ding Nan stood at the front of the bicycle.
Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
The leaves of Sophora japonica are uniform in the early days, the weather is cool, and the green and green mouse ears are in pairs. The three gentlemen can only see three trees, and the leisurely guests are clear of the north window.
Travelers in the yellow dust are sweating like liquid, and rarely stay in a farmer’s house to wash the fragrance of the well. I sit on the rock in front of the door, the Liuyin Pavilion is cool and cool at noon.
Thousands of hectares of flowers are blooming, and the flowers are so deep that you get lost and forget to return home at night. The family secretly knows where the boat is going, and sometimes little ducks fly in alarm.
The hard work of collecting water chestnuts wastes the plough, and the bloody fingers flow with elixirs. I can't afford to buy a field to plant water, and recently the lake has also been collecting rent.
Thousands of crickets are boiling in the setting sun, and frogs are buzzing endlessly at night.
If the deafness and deafness are not treated, the dream soul will fight for the quinoa bed?
(Autumn) Pastoral Miscellany at Four Seasons Twelve Wonders (12 poems)
The chrysanthemums are dripping with red dew, and the two crickets are talking about the bushes correspondingly. Insect threads have wiped out the leaves of the yellow sunflower, and the evening breeze is beside the high flowers.
The Zhumen are full of joy in the evening, and the farmhouses are quiet at dusk. The man understands the morning glory and the woman can weave, and there is no need to cross the river star.
The orange beetles are like silkworms entering the chemical machine, and the cocoons hanging between the branches are like coir raincoats. Suddenly it transforms into a multi-flowered butterfly and learns to fly as soon as its wings are pink.
Quietly watch the eaves spider build its web low, hindering the flight of insects for no reason. The dragonfly hung upside down and the beeer was embarrassed, so he called the mountain boy to rescue him.
It’s hard work to make a bamboo basket. I hate the rain and the wind, and I’m even more timid about the cold. The note told God not to plunder the leftovers, but to pay half of the private debt and half to lose the official position.
When autumn comes, I'm afraid it will rain gradually, and there will be nothing wrong with it. When the rice is harvested and the work is done, the grain is dried until the weather clears up to the time of entering the warehouse.
The panoramic view of the Mid-Autumn Festival belongs to Qianfu. You can see Taihu Lake in the clear sky. The water and sky outside are the same color as silver, but there is a bright moon in the city.
The mud mirror surface of Xinzhuchang is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.
The charter boat is fully loaded and waiting to be opened, and the grains are as white as pearls and frost. Even if you lose one dendrobium in two minutes, you still win the chaff kernel and the full man.
The house is filled with poppy bottles and poppies, and the Heavenly Cult will live intoxicated. I don’t know if Xindi can pass the test? There are chrysanthemums on Double Ninth Festival this year.
Pounding the rake carefully to buy bighead carp, the west wind blows up the four-cheeked perch. The cedar is crisp and greasy, but everywhere except Songjiang.
The new frost marks the dawn and announces the depth of autumn, dyeing all the green forests into valerian forests. Only the orange grove has a unique scenery, with thousands of gold among the green trees.
(Winter) Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons Twelve Wonders (12 poems)
The sun is setting low in the mountains and the moon is high, and I am walking around the river suburbs while sleeping. The frosty wind has smashed all the leaves in the forest, and I am leaning against the branches to count the storks' nests.
The eaves on the back of the sun seem to be dry the day before, and the sun is so warm that it feels sleepy after being drunk. There is no official position for passing through the door, and fighting against the north wind with a side hat and a cage whip!
A tall thatch was added to the roof, and the walls of the dense mud room look like a monk's dormitory. The wind howls outside the teaching house, and I lie down listening to the sound of the jade flute on the fence.
The pine knot paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like ink in a darkroom. In the evening, I wiped the paper on the south window and saw that the setting sun was twice as red.
When Emperor Gao Yin was short of time, he built a cow palace, and he drank wine and drank dolphins' hooves. If the calves are grown without plague in Gukuan, they will be planted further to the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail and watch the snow-capped mountains clear up. The wind is freezing and freezing in the evening. I sit and listen to a handful of broken pearls and jade, not knowing that the lake has turned into ice!
Pluck the snow to pick out the ground sativa, which tastes like honeyed lotus root and is fatter and sweeter. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.
The night is long with smokeless snow in the forest, and the wine simmering on the floor is as warm as soup. Don't be angry at the old woman who has no plate of food and smiles at the fragrance of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.
The wine is boiled before spring and then steamed. How can living in a small house be like living in the mountains? New arrivals of millet rice are forbidden to enter the city.
The yellow paper rents the white paper to urge, and Zaoyi comes to the countryside in the afternoon. Sir, my head is very cold due to the winter. I beg you to give me some money to buy some wine.
When Mr. Tanmei pays for the firewood gate, the branches to the north and the branches to the south are not yet spring. Suddenly I saw the little peach blossom, but I suspected that she was from Wuling.
In the winter in the village lanes, we see common customs, and the neighbor talks about worshiping Chai Jing. The long robe is like frost and snow, and the clouds are woven by the home machine.