Modern poetry describing life in a pastoral style.

Country Music: Xu Zhimo

The boat moved slowly in the shade of weeping willows-

A cool breeze in early autumn,

Blow up the velvet on the water,

The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.

I was resting alone in the window of the boat,

Looking at the waves of the river,

Listen to the sounds in the distance,-

Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!

This is the call of a crisp child.

There are many jobs on the farm.

Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:

But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!

White clouds are flying in the blue sky;

I want to put the annoying age,

I want to put hate love,

Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;

Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:

Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,

Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,

Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.

Shu ting in early spring

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sadness and dry tears.

Smile at the sun

Although there is no torrent of flowers yet

Wash away the shackles of winter

plastered

Floods in plains and canyons

Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet

Splash thousands of silver beads.

Scattered in the foggy dawn

Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait.

Once it thunders,

Dark clouds fled in a hurry.

That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.

Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.

Yes, it's still a little cold.

And cold troubles

If you listen carefully

On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.

Trembling valley

As if wailing together

But there are some little cuckoos.

Like a flame that can't be extinguished

Wen nuan Tian di

Even the clouds are no longer floating.

Let me put it this way, my friend.

The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.

Because it passed the final chill.

Autumn flute

The garden smells of red fruit.

On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.

Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.

Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.

After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.

Throw it on the reed surface.

No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.

Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.