Poetry expressing leisure

Qingpingle·Village Song Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When I am drunk, Wu Yin is so charming. Who is the old lady with white hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans. To the east of the stream, Zhong'er is weaving a chicken coop. I love it most when a child dies and peels off lotus pods at the head of the stream.

My old friend brought chicken millet and invited me to Tian's house. Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

We opened the garden and drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we even came to drink chrysanthemums.: - "Crossing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty):

Conclusion The cottage is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses. I ask you what you can do, but I am far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and I can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, I want to argue. Forgot to say.——"Drinking"

There are also many landscape and pastoral poems describing a leisurely and unrestrained life