Plums are golden, apricots are fat,
The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.
No one crossed the long fence,
Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.
Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Meng Haoran, an old man's village
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,
Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature
There is also a village.
-Qingpingle Village Residence
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and small,
Green grass by 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 on the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Modern poetry:
Country language/sand washing before wheat harvest
It's too quiet in the field.
Golden maimang
The wind is blowing.
It's too quiet in the field.
In a distant village
Melodious cock crow
It's too quiet in the field.
Two donkeys, one big and one small.
Into the corner of my eye.
It's too quiet in the field.
Eyes lurking in the wheat ridge
Beware of trouble.
It's too quiet in the field.
Like some kind of precursor before the war
It's like a deep night
Waiting for the Light
Qiyunshan qingsi
I met you for the first time on a winter afternoon.
I didn't know the sun dyed you yellow.
Or did you dye the sun yellow?
You have waist-length hair.
Combed by the wind, it set off golden waves.
Some nameless flowers are randomly inserted in long hair.
Make you more amorous.
Full of golden yellow
Every inch of skin is mature.
It gives me an impulse to touch.
Always want to lie in your lingering ups and downs
Feel your deepest feelings.
I even want to be the grass around you.
Laugh together and watch the sunrise and sunset.
Looking around for thousands of years.
anyway/no matter what/ in any case
You stand in the highest place in southern Hunan every day.
In a firm manner
Obsessed with waiting.
I always want to be the first to see the dreams around my soul.
Yun must be your daughter.
Otherwise, she won't stay in her arms.
There is a mountain outside the mountain. How can the wind persuade you not to go?
Although there are one or two naughty flowers
I can't help but be curious and leave quietly.
Finally, I resolutely turned back.
You use the gentlest way
Listen to every bird singing.
You use the most leisurely eyes
Watch every blooming mountain flower.
Only the mountain stream flows day and night.
Interpret your loneliness on high.
It's always a green day.
Fading and glory are just the confession of the season.
And the eternal green at the foot of the mountain
It's your commitment to spring.