1, "Dusk in the Country" Author: Wu Chusheng's hazy countryside turned into a faint landscape painting under the sky. Cooking smoke lingers for thousands of years, and Qingshan is still silent for thousands of years. The poems written by the geese in the sky are fresh and meaningful, and even the flute of the shepherd boy who drives the sheep into the corridor shakes the charm of Dongshan's curved drunken moon shooting at the country, such as Zen flashing into the dusk, and eager eyes looking through the footsteps of the stone path.
2, "When it's sunny" Author: Dai Wangshu When it's sunny, it's time to go for a walk on the path: the muddy road moistened by rain must be cool and gentle; Show off the new green grass and wash away the dirt at once; Little Chrysanthemum, which is no longer timid, slowly raises its head, tries to be warm and cold, and then blooms one after another; Butterflies shake off water drops and wander freely among leaves, exposing colorful pages of wisdom to the sun.
When the weather is fine, take a walk on the path; Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading across the stream. The sun has pushed away the haze, and the stream is dizzy and wrinkled in the warm wind. Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footprint of the cloud-and it is wandering.
3, "Village" Author: Zhang primitive wind, bringing primitive night to the village, the neem tree in the moonlight, like a lonely guitarist in the village. The disrepair door infected me-the old house I once lived in, the mottled brick wall, and the years tilted it: an era, only a faded slogan remained.
Bitter memories crunched on the old wooden chairs, and the night cooled the pain in the countryside. But the silence of the country erased my sleepiness, and I groped for the bronze lock on the door.
The broken moonlight on the window, the innocent bat dropped the black prophecy. And I, like an exile in the countryside, dream of taking away the dream of the countryside.