Song. Xin Qiji
The eaves are low,
The grass is green on the stream.
Drunk with the sound of Wu music,
Who is the old woman with white hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream,
and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop;
I like the youngest child the most,
Lying on the stream and peeling the lotus seedpods.
Your Visit to Shanxi Village
Song. Lu You
Don't laugh at the farmers' house where the wine is muddy,
Leaving guests with enough chickens and dolphins in the year of plenty.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
Traveling in the Field
Author: Wang Jian
Men's voices are happy, women's faces are happy, and people don't complain about saying goodbye.
Though May is a hot month, the winds of wheat are clear, and the reeling carts are singing on the eaves.
The silkworms are not taken from their cocoons, and the moths are born among the leaves in the fall.
The wheat harvest is now on the market and the silk is on the axle, so I know that I have lost to the government.
It's not like I'm going to get back in the door, so I'm not going to sell my yellow calf to the city.
There is no shortage of food and clothing in the countryside, and I am happy not to see the county gate!
The Song of the Old Man Zhang Ji
The old farmer lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields.
There are so many taxes on the seedlings that I can't eat them, and they are turned into dirt in the official warehouse.
At the end of the year, when the plows are in the empty rooms, he calls his children to climb up the mountain to collect the acorns.
West River, the Jaguar's beads are hundreds of ducats, and the dog in the boat has been eating meat for a long time.
Nie Yizhong, the injured field family
Selling new silk in February,
Selling new grain in May.
To heal the sore in front of my eyes,
It is a matter of plucking out the flesh from my heart.
I wish that the king's heart,
would be turned into a bright candle.
Not to illuminate the feast of the beautiful,
But to illuminate the house of the fugitive.
Gazing at the Field House By: Wei Yingwu
The rain is falling, the flowers are new, and the hibernation begins with a thunderstorm.
The field house has been idle for a few days, and the cultivation has begun since then.
The men are all in the field, and the garden is in order.
When I return, the scenery is always calm, and I drink from the western stream.
The price of hunger is not too high, but the price of food is too high.
There is no room in the storehouse for the laborers.
The people who don't plow their fields are ashamed to have their livelihoods taken away from them.
The Widow in the Mountain
Tang Du Xunhe
Husband died in the army, and his sideburns are burnt in his ramie clothes.
The mulberry and the cudgel are still paying taxes, and the fields are still being cultivated.
Whenever I pick wild vegetables, I cook them with their roots, and when I chop up raw firewood, I burn it with its leaves.
If you are deep in the mountains, you should be able to avoid the levies.
Wang Wei
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.
Pheasant robins and wheat seedlings, silkworms sleep on mulberry leaves.
The farmer's hoe is here, and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
This is the first time I've ever envied the idleness of the world, and I've been disappointed to hear the words of a man who has never seen the light of day.
The Field in Spring, Wang Wei
The spring turtles are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees.
With his axe he cuts down the poplars in the distance, and with his hoe he spies the spring.
The returning swallow recognizes the old nest, and the old man sees the new calendar.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who has been in the world for a long time, and I'm not sure if he'll ever come back to the world.
The Old Man's Village Meng Haoran
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to his home in the field.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting beyond.
Opening the pavilion and facing the garden, we talked about mulberry and hemp with wine.
When the sun comes up again, I will come back to the chrysanthemum flower.
Year-old Yanyan Du Fu
Year-old clouds in the twilight more north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting white snow.
This is the first time I've ever seen a fish in the sea, and I've never seen a fish in the sea before.
Last year's rice was expensive, and this year's rice is cheap, and it's hurting the farmers.
The high-motor officials are tired of wine and meat, and their looms and shafts are empty.
The people of Chu emphasize fish but not birds,
You should not kill the southern birds in vain. The first time I heard of this, I heard of a man and a woman who had been sold out, and they were still being rented out.
In the past, we used to use money to catch the private casting, but now we are allowed to use lead, tin and bronze.
This is the easiest way to get the money,
and it is the best way to get the money,
and it is the best way to get the money. When will this song of sorrow end?
Burning Song Wen Tingyun
When I got up and looked at the south mountain, the mountain fire burned the mountain field. The reddish color of the sunset is like extinction, and the short flame is connected again.
The rocky hills and the green walls are all in a state of flux. The winds are blowing, and the winds are blowing, and the winds are blowing, and the winds are blowing.
The neighbor can speak Chu, leaning on the plug, want to weep. He said that he had burned her for the morning field.
The bean seedlings are full of insects, and the flowers on the hedges are like houses. The chickens in the square pecked at the corn.
The New Year's rains are clear, and the gods are singing everywhere. The money is for the people to tell the truth, and the tiles are knocking in the forest.
It is a good idea to get a fortune teller on the mountain, and then return to the mulberry dates. The fire is blown to the white grass, and the sickle reflects the red cane.
The wind drove the mistletoe leaves to smoke, and the mistletoe trees connected to the flat mountains. The stars were in the sky, and the embers fell in front of the stairs.
The crow's maiden cursed the year of abundance, and she moaned and sneezed. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to afford to pay for it.
Returning to the Garden
Tao Yuanming, Wei Jin
There are few people in the field, and few people in the alleys. The daytime is covered with thorns, and the empty room is free from dust and thoughts.
Sometimes in the marketplace, I would pull up grass*** and come and go. The first time I saw you, I didn't say a word, but I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The day of the mulberry tree is long, the day of my land is wide. I'm always afraid that the frost and snow will come, and I'll fall with the grass.
Returning to the Garden
Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Without being able to adapt to the common rhythms of the world, Tao Yuanming is a man who loves mountains and hills by nature. But I fell into the net of dust by mistake, and I have been gone for thirty years.
The birds are in love with the old forest, and the fish miss the old pond. I have been a member of the family for many years, and I have been a member of the family for many years, and I have been a member of the family for many years.
The square house is more than ten acres in size, with eight or nine grass huts. The willow is a shade behind the star, and the peaches and plums are in front of the hall.
Ambiguous distant people's villages, according to the smoke in the marketplace. The dogs barked in the deep alleys and the chickens crowed in the mulberry trees.
There is no dust in the house, and the empty room is free. I've been in a cage for a long time, but I've come back to nature.
Li Bai, Tang Dynasty
Jia Yi was banished for three years, and Ban Chao, the Marquis of Ten Thousand Miles.
How can I hold a white calf and drink from the clear stream?
The Garden
Tang Meng Haoran
The hut is separated from the noise of the dust, but the first to raise the quiet. I have been able to find three paths in the neighborhood, and I have planted thousands of fruit trees.
Guangdong Yu, thirty years ago, I did not meet. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Since the morning, I've had a lot of feelings, and I've been sitting around all day with no understanding of the situation. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Looking at the door of the Golden Horse, and singing the song of the woodcutter. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this one.
Who can recommend Ganquan to Yangxiong?
The Garden in Spring
Tang Wang Wei
The spring turtles are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white on the edge of the village. I am holding an axe to cut down the distant hills and a hoe to spy on the spring's veins.
The return of the swallows to their old nests, and the old people to the new calendar. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm disappointed that I'm traveling far away from home.
Images of a Field on the Ki
Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
Living on the Ki River, the eastern field is mountainous. The sun is hidden from the mulberry and the cudgel, and the river is bright between the wells.
The shepherd's children go to the village and the hounds return with the people. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do something about it," he said.
The rain in the middle of autumn in the garden
Tang Geng flow back
Desert heavy clouds dark, Xiao Xiao dense rain hanging. The ancient paths are flooded with rain, and the sun fills up the deserted villages.
When will the five crops be harvested, and how many households will cook in the lonely village? The first thing I want to do is to get out of the way and go to the garden, and then I'm going to get out of the way and go back to the garden.
The new woodcutter is wet in the evening, and the old fisherman in the morning. The remaining chrysanthemums from last year are in the east fence.
Fan Chenda
Song
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers are snow-white and cauliflowers are scarce.
No one passes through the hedgerows in the long day, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Fan Chengda of Song Dynasty
The crows and birds are rare in the forest, and the smoke in the mountains is dark all night.
The boy rowed a boat like a leaf, and returned alone to the ducks.
Fan Chengda of Song Dynasty
The newly-built field is flat on the surface of the mirror, and all the families are playing rice while the frost is clear.
Thunder rumbles in the laughter and songs, and the yokes are rattling till morning.
The Four Seasons
Song Fan Chengda
The daytime is spent in the fields and the nighttime in the fields, and the children of the villages are in charge of their own families.
The children and grandchildren have yet to learn how to plow and weave, and they are learning how to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.