meng haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend,
You entertained me on your farm.
We look at the green trees around your village.
And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.
We open your window to the garden and fields,
Talking about Sang Ma with a glass in hand.
By the time we spend our holidays in the mountains,
I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Youshan west village
[Song] Lu You
Don't laugh at farm wine,
In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is another village with a bright future.
Qingpingle country house
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
There is green grass on the stream.
Drunk and charming,
Who has white hair?
The big-eared hoe fights west and east,
Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop;
I like children and scoundrels best,
Lying by the stream, peeling lotus leaves.
Qingpingle. Song Xinqiji, a Country Home
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming. Who has white hair?
The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream best.
The following is Wang Wei's.
A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.
The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets drunkenness, and a wild poem is sung at Wuliu? .
House of Bamboo
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
Bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves bend in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Back to my home in Songshan
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
Zhong Nanshan
Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains and a corner of the sea.
When I looked back, the clouds were behind me, and when I walked in, the fog disappeared.
A central peak divides the wilderness and climate into many valleys.
As I needed a place to spend the night, I called a woodcutter on the river.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.
One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.
clear stream
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings show, silkworms are sleeping, and mulberry leaves are peeled.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Shinharuno (working at night)
The weather is clear and Yuan Ye is vast. Very clean.
The national gate is adjacent to the ferry. The trees in the village are connected with the estuary.
White water is outside the field. After Bifeng came out of the mountain.
There are no idle people in the farming month.
Huanghuachuan
The dangerous road turns ten thousand turns, and three miles rest.
See the disciples in a circle, hidden in the forest hills.
Dripping rain, gurgling stone flow.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.
Green and beautiful, green trees floating.
I used to hate hiding, but I was broad-minded and worried.
Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.
Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.
Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.
The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.
My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.