& lt 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.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
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! .
This poem is about the leisure of the Tian family. When the poet faced the sunset, the night fell, and the complacent Tian Jia came back to see the scenery late, he suddenly felt envious. The first four sentences describe the leisure scene of Tian family at sunset. Write five or six sentences about agriculture. Seven or eight sentences about farmers' leisure. The last two sentences were written out of leisure and envy. The whole poem depicts the dusk scenery of villages in the early summer of Weihe River basin by line drawing, which is fresh, natural and poetic. The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch. Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part. How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.
& lt pastoral work in spring >
Pigeons sing on the house in spring.
Apricot flowers are white at the edge of the village.
Take an axe and cut it far and wide.
Lotus hoes spring veins.
Go back to the nest (make a new one) and get to know the old one (make an old one)
The old man looked at the new calendar.
When you are in danger, you disobey.
A glum traveler.
Interpretation of poetry
There is a happy pigeon chirping on the house, and there are large white apricot flowers on the edge of the village. Holding an axe to sort out the long branches of mulberry trees and carrying a hoe to watch the passage of spring water. The swallow flew back last year, as if he knew its lair. The old owner of the house is looking through the New Year calendar. I raised my glass to drink, and then stopped. I can't help but feel disappointed when I think of people who have left their homes to be guests.