Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, red calyx in the mountains. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good one.
Wang Wei's "Autumn Meal at Mountain Dwelling": After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the autumn. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the rocks. The bamboo clamor returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves under the fishing boat. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": The osmanthus blossoms fall in idleness, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door. The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, the silkworms sleep in the mulberry leaves. The farmer arrives with his hoe, and says "I'm glad to see you". I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to sing about the decline of the world.
Wang Jian's "Walking in the Field": Men's voices are happy, women's faces are happy, and people don't complain about saying goodbye. Although May is a hot month, the winds of wheat are clear, and the reeling carts on the eaves are singing. The silkworms do not take the cocoons, and the moths are born between the leaves. The silks are on the shafts of the wheat harvest, and I know that I have lost enough for the government. I don't want to be imported back into the city, so I will not sell my yellow calf to the city. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good deal, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal if I don't see the door to the county!
Zhang Ji's "Song of the Wild Elderly": the old farmer's family is poor and lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields. The tax on seedlings is too high to be eaten, and it is imported into the official warehouse and turned into soil. At the end of the year hoeing and plowing alongside the empty room, calling children climbing the mountain to collect acorns. The West River is a place where people have hundreds of dollars in beads, and the dogs in the boats are always eating meat.
Nie Yizhong's "Wounded Field Family": selling new silk in February and selling new grain in May. I wish the king's heart could be transformed into the heart of the king. I wish the king's heart could be turned into a bright candle. I wish that the heart of the king would be turned into a bright candle, which would not shine on the banquet, but on the house of the fugitive.
Wei Yingwu's "Observation of the Field House": the rain is new, and the hibernation begins with a thunderstorm. The field house has been idle for a few days, and plowing has begun since then. All of them are in the field, and the beds are in the right place. When I return, the scenery is always calm, and I drink water from the west stream of the calf. Hunger and charging are not painful, and the richness is a joy to see. There are no reserves in the warehouse, and the corvée has not yet been completed. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to afford to pay for this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain" (《山中寡妇》)：Husband was killed in battle, and his hair was burnt at the temples in his linen ramie clothes. I was still paying taxes when the mulberry and cudrania were abandoned, and I was still collecting seedlings when the fields were deserted. I picked wild vegetables and boiled them with roots, and chopped raw firewood and burned it with leaves. I have no idea how to avoid the levies, even if I am deeper in the mountains.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia" (A Field House in Weichuan): The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door. The pheasant and the robin are in the wheat seedling, and the silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaf. The farmer arrives with his hoe, and says "I'm glad to see you". I am envious of the idleness of the world, and I am disappointed to be able to recite the words of the style of the world.
Wang Wei's "Field and Garden in Spring": Spring turtles chirped in the house, and apricot blossoms were white by the trees. I was holding an axe to cut down the distant poplar and a hoe to spy on the spring vein. The swallows know the old nests, and the old people look at the new calendar. I am disappointed that I am not able to defend myself from the goblet, and I am disappointed that I am traveling far away from home.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village": The old man had chickens and millet and invited me to his home. I was invited to my home in the field. The green trees were by the side of the village, and the green hills were beyond the slanting Guo. I was invited to the house of the old man with chicken and millet, and the green trees were close to the village, and the green hills were oblique outside the Guo. When it comes to the sun, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "The Years of Yanyan": The years of clouds and the winds of the north, the Xiaoxiang and Dongting in the white snow. The fisherman's net is frozen in the cold, and he has to shoot the geese with his bow. Last year's rice was expensive, and this year's rice is cheap, which hurts the farmers. The high motor officials are tired of wine and meat, and the loom and axle of these people are empty. The people of Chu emphasize fish but not birds, so don't kill the southern birds in vain. Moreover, I heard that men and women are selling everywhere, and they are still renting. In the past, money was used to catch private casting, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carved clay is the easiest to get, and the good and bad do not match each other. The world's largest city has a painting horn, when will this song of sorrow end?
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Song": I got up and looked at the South Mountain, and the mountain fire burned the mountain fields. The redness of the sunset is like extinction, and the short flames are connected again. Differences to the rock, Ran Ling green wall. Low with the wind back to the end, far from shining eaves thatched red. The neighboring man can speak in Chu, leaning on the plug, wanting to weep. He says that he is a Chusetian, and that he burns her for the morning field. Beanstalks are full of worms, and the flowers on the hedges are like houses. The abandoned stacks of rags return to the fence, and chickens peck at the corn in the plaza. In the New Year, the spring rains are clearing up, and the sound of the gods is being celebrated everywhere. Holding money, I would tell my fortune, knocking on the tiles and ringing in the forest. If you get the fortune on the mountain, you will come back to the mulberry and jujube. The fire is blown to the white grass, and the sickle reflects the red cane. The wind drives away the smoke of mistletoe leaves, and the mistletoe trees connect to the flat mountains. The stars burst out of the sky and the embers fall down in front of the steps. The crows curse the year of abundance. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to afford to pay for this.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times (I)": Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are snow-white and vegetable flowers are scarce. The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden at Four Times (II)": The children of the village are each in charge of their own household. The children and grandchildren have yet to learn how to plow and weave, but they also learn how to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
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The last wisp of the most beautiful, the most beautiful slanting sun again embarked on the remote of returning home. At this time the farm life is exactly what we most aspire to the kind of warm and intimate home, the kind of farmers labor back to feel comfortable and warm home. This kind of life is only here, I do not know how many springs and autumns, I do not know how many days and nights, hurriedly still a piece of sliding down, still a piece of stretching out, no matter whether it is blossomed or withered and desolate.
Here seems to have been isolated for many years, and many years of forgetfulness always looking for a piece of clean soil in the heart, in the hunger to add full belly, in the happy free to come and go.
I don't know how many years of walking, the clock's steps are so long, forever walking, just stay forever, stayed for a number of years, a number of years just to seek this kind of stability and happiness of the farm life, so that people here feel the truth of life and the persistence of the heart.
The animals here love that kind of evening a group of a team standing outside the door to enjoy the afterglow of the life, people here love that kind of meal after stepping on the last ray of sunshine to seek the happiness of life.
Heart is wandering, but blood is splashing here?
Let the beautiful life hole through the life, here will make everything more magnificent, more beautiful?
The gentle slopes are studded with pink buckwheat fields, the roadside is paved with turquoise barley fields, the fence built of round logs follows the curved dirt road, which leads to the primitive forests in the far distance, the Tibetan-style hammock buildings are scattered along the roadside, and the cows and goats appear in the light-blue smoke of the boiled milk tea....... The whole atmosphere presents a kind of medieval vernacular meaning.
Huanglong Township government seat is a mountainous small town, quite rich in characteristics. The township's main folk for the mainland immigrants Han, in order to adapt to the environment, for a long time they have been in the house building, food and other aspects of the Tibetan characteristics have been obvious, but daily life customs are still maintained Han habits, forming a more unique folk customs and folklore. Tourists if the local farmers as a guest, usually will be warm hospitality, tasting butter tea, drink a bowl of green wine, and then ride on the master's high horse to the mountain pasture a tour, can fully appreciate the idyllic scenery here.
Tens of thousands of acres of pear blossoms and hundreds of thousands of acres of golden cauliflower, the Pengzhou countryside dotted with colorful, constituting the Pengzhou charming Western Sichuan style. A few days ago, the 2006 Pengzhou First Field Flower Appreciation Festival, themed on China's rural tourism, kicked off in Gexianshan Township and Hongyan Township.
The festival is sponsored by the Pengzhou Municipal People's Government, Gexianshan Township, Hongyan Township People's Government, from March 18 will continue to May.
On the opening day, in Gexianshan Xiyu Park and Hongyan Pear Blossom Ping, tens of thousands of people, stepping on the green, enjoying the flowers in the shallow hills of the garden, and participated in the "China's countryside tour" as the theme of the opening ceremony of the first 2006 Pengzhou Garden Flower Appreciation Festival.
Ao Yuming, deputy secretary-general of the Sichuan Provincial People's Government, announced the opening of the festival.
Walking in the countryside, viewing patches of cauliflower, pear blossom, peach blossom, experience the simplicity of the countryside nature, a cup of tea and a cool state of mind, the countryside in March is a chic picture.
A small river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around the endless green fields, a simple, colorful and harmonious hut in the distance, a beautiful and touching idyllic scenery!
An ancient windmill, the windmill's wind leaves like open wings, turning in the wind, and green grass, wildflowers constitute a unique scenery more this fairy tale world to add magical colors!
A pair of brightly colored, delicate and gorgeous, symbolizing the sweet love of wooden shoes! There is also that gorgeous tulips dumped countless lovers ......
Tulips fragrant season, delicate and charming girl's smile like a flower fragrance ......
Huanglong Township, the government seat of the mountainous area of a small market town, quite rich in characteristics. The township's main folk for the mainland immigrants Han, in order to adapt to the environment, for a long time they have been in the house building, food and other aspects have been obvious Tibetan characteristics, but daily life customs are still maintained the habits of the Han, forming a more unique folk customs and folklore. Tourists if the local farmers as a guest, usually will be warm hospitality, tasting butter tea, drink a bowl of green wine, and then ride on the master's high horse to the mountain pasture a tour, can fully appreciate the idyllic scenery here.
The secluded lake, windmills, green grass, small houses, how cozy
Red hot tulip flower fields, gusts of fragrance, windmills leisurely turn! Is this a dream?
The tall buildings are also a work of art, classical and elegant, like a richly painted picture!
Green everywhere, even the air smells of grass
Surrounded by a green, green amazing, windmills also stopped, intoxicated by the beauty of the scenery ...... Rain delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless from the sky to the earth. Lightly pampered the square inch of land, Moba the land of the living creatures of all things.
Gaze across the wet, through the transparency of the glass, began to look for the trace of this rain, want to catch its light figure.
However, its mischievousness is transparent back to me and the earth, the flying dance never fall into the eyes. But that doesn't stop me from touching it, and just because you can't see it doesn't mean you can't reach it.
I know that it is my heart at this time is the mold, is along the sea of thought that clear lines, flying down to the window on the sparse leaves, and then converge into a bead, from the end of the leaf slides to the leaf another low angle, from the crystal cast to the desire to drip, and then drip drip into the song. This journey of the line, is not like a do not need the sunshine through the light also know how to blink the eyes of the elves?
Rain is delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless from the sky to the earth. Lightly pampered the square inch of land, Mobo on the land of the living creatures of all things.
Gaze across the wet, through the transparency of the glass, began to look for the trace of this rain, want to catch its light figure.
However, its mischievousness is transparent back to me and the earth, that flying dance never fall into the eyes. But that doesn't stop me from touching it, and just because you can't see it doesn't mean you can't reach it.
I know that it is my heart at this time is the mold, is along the sea of thought that clear lines, flying down to the window on the sparse leaves, and then converge into a bead, from the end of the leaf slides to the leaf another low angle, from the crystal cast to the desire to drip, and then drip drip into the song. This journey of behavior, is not like a do not need to sunlight also know how to blink the eyes of the elves?
The spirit is the other side. This kind of rain, how not to let a person's heart move? How not to let people gaze out of the window?
When the rain pulls the gray line of sight, the deepest part of the dryness of the heart actually peacefully silent down. As if in front of the sun in the original messy building, in the rain washed away the dust of the noise, in the gray inadvertently rendered, began to reveal its patchwork. The white and gray buildings with the lines of the lattice just reflect the gray sky....
And the distant houses are lost in the hidden, cloaked in a mysterious veil, shaking the jagged shadows of the trees, in the rain to convey the illusion of the beauty of the charm. That green and yellow in the late fall alternative, but also reduced a few inches of the sun's distinct and compelling, more than a soft murmur in the wind. It's either obsessive or angry, are the poet's pen is difficult to say the deep feelings.
There are even more forgotten seasons in the field, raising the face of the blue tender, in the rain under the moisturizing began to sing green. Even through the fence, I can hear them cheering, clump by clump ......
So, at this time I will open the fence, so that I can diffuse in the idyllic path. Throwing away the umbrella across the separation, and the slightest rain to do the closest distance from the contact.
Till the coolness of the silk penetrated my thin dress, I realized the replacement of the season. Living in the south is like that, often just in no boundaries of preparation, confused into a new season. But it's nice to have a lot of awakenings popping up in my own dumb smile, instead of being captured in an inexplicable sigh of seasonal change.
This time the rain is drizzling, although it can be called winter rain, but its unique breath is rolled in the tenderness of the unsaid. I love the way it quietly falls on my shoulders, in my hair, in the form of kisses, and surrounds me with deep sweetness.
Several bunches of hair in front of the shoulder, and gradually have it transparent, hazy figure, low-eyed look at it, imagining that since it will become more beautiful, the smile has already dipped full of the corner of my lips, penetrating the winter cold .......
In the smile, I honestly think of you. It turns out that no matter whether the moon is like water, or a slight rain, as long as your heart is touched, the beauty will always be there
Today's weather is really good, we go to grandma's house. On the way, I saw that the rice on both sides of the road were all tasseled.... When the wind blew, the rice danced. In the vegetable garden, yellow and green Japanese pumpkins hung on green vines. The short September beans were covered with curved pods, like curved bananas. The corn was like a bearded old man, tending to his long beard in the wind. In the orchard, persimmons are yellow, like a yellow lantern. Oranges that are not yet ripe are green and swinging on the branches! The fields are so beautiful in the fall!
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A small river like a blue ribbon wrapped around the endless green fields, the distance of a modeling of simple, colorful and harmonious hut, a beautiful and touching idyllic scenery!
An ancient windmill, the windmill's wind leaves like open wings, turning in the wind, and green grass, wildflowers constitute a unique scenery more this fairy tale world to add magical colors!
A pair of brightly colored, delicate and gorgeous, symbolizing the sweet love of wooden shoes! And the gorgeous tulips to fall in love with countless lovers ......
Tulips fragrant season, the delicate and charming girl's smile as the flowers to spread the fragrance ......
Yuyue lakeside, windmills, green grass, small houses, how cozy
Red hot tulip flower field, gust of fragrance, windmill leisurely turn! I'm not sure if this is a dream or not.
The tall buildings are also a work of art, classical and elegant, like a richly painted colorful painting!
Green is everywhere, even the air smells of grass
All around, green and stunning, the windmills have stopped, intoxicated by the beauty of the scenery ......
This is the view of the countryside in spring.
Today I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to play. There are many chickens there, there are hens that lead the chicks to forage for food, and male chickens that shrug their tails, they are all in golden yellow feathers and red crowns, lovely! The male chickens also have colorful tails! People there also keep many watchdogs, and when I entered my grandmother's house, I was frightened by the dog she kept. The dog's name was Black Tiger, and the character root name really matched the name! The sound of woof woof woof doesn't scare people! But as soon as he saw my grandma, he wagged his tail and didn't dare to grunt! It's an interesting life there!
Shenzhen western sea idyllic scenic resort
Sea idyllic scenic resort is located in the western part of Bao'an District, Shenzhen City, Shajing Fuyong Town territory, west of the Pearl River estuary, south of Huangtian International Airport, east of Binhai Avenue, north of Dongguan City, with a total area of about 24 square kilometers. The whole project is divided into three phases, development and construction under the auspices of the municipal government. The first stage is the start-up area, which is the core area of tourism activities, covering an area of 49.4 hectares, with eco-tourism vacation, eco-tourism recreation and water activities as the theme, and arrangements for resorts, camping areas for teenagers, water markets, tropical rain forests and so on. Launch area design project *** there are eight districts, our company undertakes the landscape planning and design of four of the districts (entrance area, excursion trail area, farming civilization area, dense forest area), with an area of about 129,000 square meters, and the plant landscaping input of 65 million RMB.
Huanglong - idyllic scenery
Information Category: Huanglong Tourist Attractions-Sichuan Jiuzhaigou Huanglong Tourism Date:2005-07-25
The gentle slopes of the hillside is inlaid with a piece of pink buckwheat fields, the roadside is paved with turquoise barley fields, the fence built of logs along the curved dirt road, has been leading to the distant primitive forest, Tibetan-style hammocks The Tibetan-style hammock is distributed in the roadside in a staggered manner, and in the light blue smoke of the milk tea, the cows and sheep appear from time to time....... The whole atmosphere presents a kind of medieval vernacular meaning.
Huanglong Township government seat is a mountainous small town, quite rich in characteristics. The township's main folk for the mainland immigrants Han, in order to adapt to the environment, for a long time they have been in the house building, food and other aspects of the Tibetan characteristics have been obvious, but daily life customs are still maintained Han habits, forming a more unique folk customs and folklore. Tourists if the local farmers as a guest, usually will be warm hospitality, tasting butter tea, drink a bowl of green wine, and then ride on the master's high horse to the mountain pastures, can fully appreciate the idyllic scenery here.
The four times of the idyllic garden miscellany (a) plum golden yellow apricot fat, wheat snow white vegetable flowers rare. The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, but the dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Miscellany of the Four Seasons (2) Cultivating the fields by day and performing hemp at night, the children of the village are each in charge of their own home. The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
Visiting the Old Man's Village Meng Haoran My old friend invited me to his house with chickens and millet. I was invited to my home in the field. The green trees were near the village, and the green mountains were beyond. The old man invited me to his home, where the green trees are close to the village and the green hills are steeply sloping. When the sun comes back, I will come back to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
You are traveling to Shanxi Village, Song Lu You. You don't have to laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and you can leave your guests with enough chicken and dolphins in the year of plenty. There is no way out of the mountain, but there is another village in the darkness.
Qing Ping Le - Village Dwelling Xin Qiji The eaves of the cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream. The old woman in the house has white hair, and the old woman in the house has white hair, and the old woman in the house has white hair. The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop; I like the youngest child the most, lying on the head of the stream and peeling the lotus seedpods.