Wu Xinyi: Hibiscus flowers are at the bottom of the wood, and red calyx is in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and flowers bloom and fall in succession.
Living in autumn: an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, crystal stones in the stream, whispers in the bamboo forest, laundry girls coming home, lotus leaves in front of fishing boats, what does it matter when you are here, my friend's prince? .
Birds sing in the stream, people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep are going home along the path. An old man in rags is sitting at the door of the hut, leaning on a stick and thinking about his son, the shepherd boy. Where are the roaring pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves and Fu Tian, meet each other and say goodbye to each other. In other words, they advocate leisure and feel disappointed.
Tianjiahang
Author: Wang Jian
Men and women love each other, and no one complains when they say goodbye.
Although it is hot and windy in May, the eaves are screaming.
Wild silkworms don't take cocoons, and autumn moths are born among leaves.
Wheat is harvested, silk is on the shaft, and knowledge is lost.
Don't look forward to the entrance, and don't sell the yellow calf to the city.
Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Wild old songs were recorded.
The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and they will turn into soil when they enter the official warehouse.
At the end of the year, the hoe plowed out the empty room and shouted to climb the mountain to collect acorns.
Xijiang Jia Zhuke white tiger, dogs grow meat on the boat.
Nieshangtianjia
Sell new silk in February,
The new valley in May.
Heal the pain in front of your eyes,
Cut out my heart.
I hope the king's heart,
Turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the feast of renewing the frontier,
Take a partial view of the escape house
Guantian author: Wei
A light rain brought new flowers and a thunder.
Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.
Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.
Back at the scene, I often drink water from Xixi.
Hunger is not bitter, but beneficial to happiness.
There is no place to live in the warehouse, and the corvee is not finished yet.
If you are ashamed of not practicing, you will get what you want.
Widows in the mountains
Don Du Xunhe
Because soldiers and husbands clung to Mao Peng, linen and ramie clothes were burned.
Mulberry and zhe waste to pay taxes, and the countryside is still in need of seedlings.
Choose wild vegetables and roots to cook, and raw firewood leaves to spin and burn.
No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no intention of avoiding it.
A farmhouse by the Wei 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.
Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei in Spring
Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows the lair, and the old man looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will be disappointed and travel far.
Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Yan Du Xing Fu
At the end of the year, it is windy and snowy in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net froze.
Don't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.
Gao Maduan hates wine and meat, and this generation is afraid of Mao Zong. Chu people value fish over birds.
Don't kill South Hong Fei for nothing. It is said that men and women are killed everywhere, and it is useless to cut love.
In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now there are lead, tin and bronze. Carving mud is the easiest way to get them.
Likes and dislikes do not match looks. What time does this song end?
Burning songs and listening to the clouds
Looking up at Nanshan, the mountain burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk seems to be unique, and the short flame is reconnected.
Poor rock, Ling Qingbi of Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.
Neighbors can talk and want to die. They say Chu is more vulgar, and she was burned in Zaotian.
Bean seedlings and insects promote growth, flowers on fences make houses, piles are abandoned and returned to fences, and square chickens peck millet.
The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals play everywhere.
Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow a fire on the imperata, and rattan is shown on the waist sickle.
Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. The stars came out of the clouds in generate, and the flying embers fell on the steps.
Mother crow groaned and sneezed on his back, cursing this rich age. Who knows that the green face is full of official taxes.
Gui Tian Yuan ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
In the music of the city fair, weeds are pulled out, and there are no miscellaneous words when we meet. Sang Ma has a long way to go.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. Thirty years passed carelessly.
Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, chickens crow and mulberry trees jump.
The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.
Pastoral expression
Tang Libai
Jia Yi lived in Wanli, Ban Chao for three years.
What is a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
Pastoral work
Tang Meng Hao ran
The house keeps out the dust, and only raises its elements first. It is close to three paths and has planted thousands of trees.
I have been squeezed out by Yu Yue, but I haven't met him in my thirties.
I was pregnant in the morning, but I often sat in ignorance during the day.
Looking at the golden horse gate, you can sing and cry, and choose the firewood road.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?
Rural work in spring
Don
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.
Back to Yan's lair, the old people look at the new calendar. When they are in a hurry, they will feel dissatisfied and travel far.
Shang Qi's pastoral style is the best.
Don
Ju Pingqi is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, the river is bright and the well is clear.
The shepherd boy looked at the village and the hounds came back with the people. If you are quiet, it's nothing. Fei Jing has a day off.
Autumn rain is pastoral.
Tang gengkun
The desert was overcast with clouds and it rained cats and dogs. The ancient road is soaked in rain and full of waste.
When five crops are harvested, several families in remote villages cook. Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches.
New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear.
There was a light thunder in the laughter, and the flail rang all night.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Tilling during the day, the results are numb at night, and the children in the village are in charge.
Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to plant melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
C. homesickness
Thoughts in the dead of night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
cloudy and drizzly for days on end
Tang Bai Juyi
It's foggy in Kesash, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds and covering your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
Kezhong cold food
Tang Lizhong
Cold food after a trip, homesickness and tears.
The piano book is broken in the sky, and the peach, plum and spring rain.
I'm not in the mood to drink, but singing seems to have a reason.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
River bank in autumn
Don Du Xunhe
Driving a horse along the river makes homesickness grow step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.
Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.
Send friends to the river in the south.
Don Zhang Qiao
Where homesickness accumulates, the ends of the earth gather turbulence.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
Xiaoxiang saw the geese coming, so she should travel alone.
Homesick work
Tang buxie
The people in Lubei are definitely gone, and the letter from Yunnan hasn't been answered yet.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willow outside?
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Nostalgia in winter
Tangzhouhe
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold, birds are sparse, and monks are sparse in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu
Tang rongyu
The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.
Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.
Work at night
Don
The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Gu Xiang xing Hua
Donskontu
Sending flowers and wine is like opening a new store, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
Homesickness outside the river
Tangweizhuang
Whenever spring worries are in a foreign land, Du Qu orioles can know.
It was even more heartbroken by the sunset on the river bank.
Look into the distance
Don
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.
Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Sanxiang's poems
Tanggaoqu
North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan and Che Xuan are all homesick.
Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
homesickness
Don
Mount Emei is like oil in water, so it is impossible to pity me.
Sail out of Gimpo, singing.