20 points! Choose your favorite ancient poems from the three poems and rewrite them into a short essay

Qingpingle·Village

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is charming when drunk

Okay, who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I love most is when my child dies and I lie down and peel off the lotus pods at the head of the stream

A clear stream gurgling around the small village and flows into the distance. The banks of the creek are covered with green grass. A breeze blew, and Xiaocao bent down happily. Next to the creek, there is a low thatched house. A tall cypress tree grows on the left side of the thatched house, casting a shade in front of the thatched house. There is a dense bamboo forest growing behind the house. The ancients said: It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. It seems that the owner of the hut knows this sentence. Next to the fence surrounding the hut grow several banana plants unique to the south.

Under the low eaves, an old man with a white beard, holding a cane in both hands, leaned forward and joked with the old woman in Wu Nong's soft language. The old woman was sewing clothes while talking to the old man. Grandpa chatting. The old man smiled and said: "This year is really going well. It will definitely be another good harvest year." The old woman also said with a smile: "In the autumn, we will sell some grain and pull some cloth to buy a new set of clothes for each of the children." They said Youxiao was completely intoxicated and had no idea what was going on around him.

To the east of the creek, their eldest son was hoeing weeds in the soybean field, looking forward to the soybeans growing up quickly. The straw hat on his head couldn't block the heat of the sun, and sweat kept flowing downwards. The second son was sitting on the ground in front of the house weaving a chicken coop with bamboo pieces. He was concentrating on weaving a new home for the chickens.

The naughtiest little son was lying in the shade of a tree beside the stream, looking at the lotus flowers in full bloom in the pond, peeling off the lotus pods in his hands, and putting the lotus seeds into his mouth.