Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
The vast grassland is like being laid on the ground, and there are grasslands everywhere.
The intermittent melodious flute of the shepherd boy was faintly heard in the evening breeze.
After dinner, at sunset, the shepherd boy came back from the pasture.
He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, but just lay on the grass and looked at the full moon in the sky.
2, "Boat Crossing Anren" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli, a fishing boat, with two children, stopped on board.
No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
No wonder they open umbrellas when it doesn't rain. It turned out that they didn't want to shelter from the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.
3, "Qingpingle Village Residence" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the grass on the stream is green.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops.
My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.
4, "Children's Ice Making" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's children's golden basin was deiced, and colored silk was worn as silver enamel.
Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.
A child gets up in the morning, scoops out the ice from a copper basin filled with solid ice, and wears it with colored silk as a zither to knock.
The percussion went through the Woods like a jade chime, and suddenly the ice fell to the ground, making a glass-like crash.