When I was eight years old, I went to an old village with my grandparents, not only a countryside is a tourist attraction, there are many people are either in the landscape ah, or in the painting, either in the painting ah or in the record of the beauty of the place! The country house is very remote, and the ancient country house, they all have a small ditch, this small ditch no matter what time of the day, are flowing, he is the artery of these houses. The willow tree there is also very attractive, look at the long willow is really like the willow girl's braid, so tender, so silky! The pink and white lotus flowers are so beautiful. From time to time, there are a few dragonflies landing on the lotus, suddenly, this scene reminds me of a poem, which has this line "excellent just show the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head".
Ah! I seem to be intoxicated in this beautiful countryside, really: "boat on the blue waves, people in the painting ah"!
Qing Ping Le-Village Dwelling
Song. Xin Qiji
The thatched roof is 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.
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 is not expected that the entrance to the city will be resumed, and the yellow calf will not be sold 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 been in the world before.
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 been to a place where I've seen a lot of people who have been traveling for a long time.
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 back, I'll come back to the chrysanthemums.
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, with eight or nine grass houses. 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 how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
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, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
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 so far away.
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 boy is looking at the village, and the hound is following the man. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house, and I'm not going to be able to get out of the house," 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 who rows a boat like a leaf returns home alone in a row of 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.
Wang Wei's Landscape Poems
The Deer Chai: I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I hear the sound of people's voices. The scenery returns to the deep forest, and the moss shines on it again.
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.
Autumn Meaning in 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, the lotus moves under the fishing boat. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
"Birdsong Stream" is a poem about the fall of osmanthus flowers in idleness and the emptiness of spring mountains in the quiet of the night. The moonrise startles the birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream.
The poem "Weichuan Tianjia": the slanting light shines in 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'm envious of the idleness of this place, and I'm disappointed to sing about the decline of the world.
You Shanxi Village [Song] Lu You
Mo laugh at the farmer's house wine is muddy,
The year of abundance of guests enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
The Song of the Wild Old Man Zhang Ji
The old farmer's family 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 Jiajia customer beads hundreds of dendrobium, the boat to raise the dog long eat meat.
The spring garden Wang Wei
The spring turtles in the house are singing, and the apricot blossoms by the trees are white.
With an axe I cut down the poplars in the distance, and with a hoe I spy on the spring.
The returning swallow recognizes the old nest, and the old man sees the new calendar.
This is the first time I've been to a place where I've seen a lot of people who have been traveling for a long time.
You are traveling to Shanxi Village [Song] Lu You
Mo laugh at the farmer's house, the wine is muddy,
The year of abundance leaves guests with enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
Returning to Songshan Mountain
The clear river is long and thin, and the carriages and horses are going to be idle.
The water is flowing like a stream, and the birds are returning to each other in the twilight.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
The Song of Songs is a long way down, and it's a closed door.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village"
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are beyond.
It was the first time that I had ever been to a house in the countryside, where I was invited to drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
When the sun comes up, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
The late sun and the mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows are flying in the mud, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the sand.
Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu.
Jiandanshan Mountain
Taiyi is close to the heavenly capital, and the mountains are close to the sea.
White clouds look back, green mist into see nothing.
The peaks of the mountains are different, and the gullies are different.
If you want to stay somewhere else, ask a woodcutter across the water.
Final South Farewell
It was in my middle age when I was quite good at Taoism, and my home was in the southern mountains in the evening.
When I was a young man, I was quite fond of Taoism, but my home was in the southern mountains.
When I reached the end of the water, I sat down and watched the clouds rise.
There is no time for laughing and joking.
Qingxi
It is said that when I enter the Yellow Flower River, I go by the water of Qingxi.
It's a long way to the mountains, but it's a long way to the mountains.
The sound of the rocks is noisy, and the color is quiet in the deep pines.
The water is full of waterlily, the water is full of peltums, and the water is full of reeds.
My heart is already idle, and the clear river is so tranquil.
Please stay on the rocky plate, fishing will be done.
Weichuan Tianjia
The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alley.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings, silkworms and mulberry leaves are scarce.
The man in the field is a man with a hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you," and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
This is the envy of the idle, and I am disappointed to say that the style of the micro.
Newly cleared field
Newly cleared field
Newly cleared field
Nothing to see. I can't see any dirt in my eyes.
The gate of Guo is near the ferry. The village trees are at the mouth of the stream.
White water is beyond the fields. The blue peaks are behind the mountains.
There are no idle men in the farm months. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do it.
Huanghuachuan
The paths are tens of thousands of turns, and there will be three breaks in a few miles.
The paths are not only a great way to get to the top of the river, but also a great way to get to the bottom of the river.
Rain on the soughing pine, flow in the stone.
Silent words in a deep stream, long whistles on a high mountain.
Looking at the sun on the southern mountain, the white dew is long.
The green gaol has been cleaned, the green trees are like floating.
It was once a long time ago that I was tired of Meng Mi, and I am not worried about it.
Cui Puyang brother season weight before the mountain Xing
Autumn color has a good Xing, the situation is idle on the pool.
You can see the mountain in front of your door under the western forest.
Thousands of kilometers across the color, a number of peaks out of the clouds.
Saga to the Qin State, together with Tou hide Jingguan.
The rain is still falling, and the birds are still flying.
The old man is still there today, sighing at this disheveled face.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
The Song of the Wild Old Man Zhang Ji
The old farmer's family lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields.
There are so many taxes on the seedlings that they can't eat, 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 Jiajia customer beads hundreds of dendrobium, the boat to raise the dog long eat meat.
The Spring Garden Wang Wei
The spring turtles are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees.
With an axe I cut down the poplars in the distance, and with a hoe I spy on the spring.
The returning swallow recognizes the old nest, and the old man sees the new calendar.
This is the first time I've been to a place where I've seen a lot of people who have been traveling for a long time.
You are traveling to Shanxi Village [Song] Lu You
Mo laugh at the farmer's house, the wine is muddy,
The year of abundance leaves guests with enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
Returning to Songshan Mountain
The clear river is long and thin, and the carriages and horses are going to be idle.
The water is flowing like a stream, and the birds are returning to each other in the twilight.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
The Song of Songs is a long way down, and it's a closed door.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village"
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are beyond.
It was the first time that I had ever been to a house in the countryside, where I was invited to drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
When the sun comes up, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
The late sun and the mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows are flying in the mud, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the sand.
Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu.
Jiandanshan Mountain
Taiyi is close to the heavenly capital, and the mountains are close to the sea.
White clouds look back, green mist into see nothing.
The peaks of the mountains are different, and the gullies are different.
If you want to stay somewhere else, ask a woodcutter across the water.
Final South Farewell
It was in my middle age when I was quite good at Taoism, and my home was in the southern mountains in the evening.
When I was a young man, I was quite fond of Taoism, but my home was in the southern mountains.
When I reached the end of the water, I sat down and watched the clouds rise.
There is no time for laughing and joking.
Qingxi
It is said that I entered the Yellow Flower River and chased the water of Qingxi.
It's a long way to the mountains, but it's a long way to the mountains.
The sound of the rocks is noisy, and the color is quiet in the deep pines.
The water is full of waterlily, the water is full of peltums, and the water is full of reeds.
My heart is already idle, and the clear river is so tranquil.
Please stay on the rocky plate, fishing will be done.
Weichuan Tianjia
The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alley.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings, silkworms and mulberry leaves are scarce.
The man in the field is a man with a hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you," and he says, "I'm glad to see you.
This is the envy of the idle, and I am disappointed to say that the style of the micro.
Newly cleared field
Newly cleared field
Newly cleared field
Nothing to see. I can't see any dirt in my eyes.
The gate of Guo is near the ferry. The village trees are at the mouth of the stream.
White water is beyond the fields. The blue peaks are behind the mountains.
There are no idle men in the farm months. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do it.
Huanghuachuan
The paths are tens of thousands of turns, and there will be three breaks in a few miles.
The paths are not only a great way to get to the top of the river, but also a great way to get to the bottom of the river.
Rain on the soughing pine, flow in the stone.
Silent words in a deep stream, long whistles on a high mountain.
Looking at the sun on the southern mountain, the white dew is long.
The green gaol has been cleaned, the green trees are like floating.
It was once a long time ago that I was tired of Mengmu, and it was a long time ago that I was not worried about it.
Cui Puyang brother season heavy former mountain Xing
Autumn color has good Xing, the situation is idle on the pool.
You can see the mountain in front of your door under the western forest.
Thousands of kilometers across the color, a number of peaks out of the clouds.
Saga to the Qin State, together with Tou hide Jingguan.
The rain is still falling, and the birds are still flying.
The old man is still there today, sighing at this disheveled face.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
The Song of the Wild Old Man Zhang Ji
The old farmer's family 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 Jiajia customer beads hundreds of dendrobium, the boat to raise the dog long eat meat.
The spring garden Wang Wei
The spring turtles in the house are singing, and the apricot blossoms by the trees are white.
With an axe I cut down the poplars in the distance, and with a hoe I spy on the spring.
The returning swallow recognizes the old nest, and the old man sees the new calendar.
This is the first time I've been to a place where I've seen a lot of people who have been traveling for a long time.
You are traveling to Shanxi Village [Song] Lu You
Mo laugh at the farmer's house, the wine is muddy,
The year of abundance leaves guests with enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out of the mountain,
There is another village in the darkness.
Returning to Songshan Mountain
The clear river is long and thin, and the carriages and horses are going to be idle.
The water is flowing like a stream, and the birds are returning to each other in the twilight.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
The Song of Songs is a long way down, and it's a closed door.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village"
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are beyond.
It was the first time that I had ever been to a house in the countryside, where I was invited to drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
When the sun comes up, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
The late sun and the mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows are flying in the mud, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the sand.
Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns in the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu.
Jiandanshan Mountain
Taiyi is close to the heavenly capital, and the mountains are close to the sea.
White clouds look back, green mist into see nothing.
The peaks of the mountains are different, and the gullies are different.
If you want to stay somewhere else, ask a woodcutter across the water.
Final South Farewell
It was in my middle age when I was quite good at Taoism, and my home was in the southern mountains in the evening.
When I was a young man, I was quite fond of Taoism, but my home was in the southern mountains.
When I reached the end of the water, I sat down and watched the clouds rise.
There is no time for laughing and joking.
Qingxi
It is said that I entered the Yellow Flower River and chased the water of Qingxi.
It's a long way to the mountains, but it's a long way to the mountains.
The sound of the rocks is noisy, and the color is quiet in the deep pines.
The water is filled with waterlily, and the reed is reflected in the water.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so tranquil.
Please stay on the rocky plate, fishing will be done.
Returning to Songshan Mountain
The clear river is long and thin, and the cars and horses are going to be idle.
The water is flowing like an intention, and the birds are still with each other in the twilight.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
The city of Mt.
Nie Yizhong, the injured field family
Sell new silk in February,
May sell new grain.
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 banquet,
But to illuminate the house of escape.
Gazing at the Field By Wei Yingwu
The slightest rain brings new flowers to the field, and a thunderstorm starts the hibernation.
The fields are idle for a few days, and plowing starts from now on.
The men are all in the field, and the gardens are 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 been in the world before.
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 be able to make it.
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 back, I'll come back to the chrysanthemums.
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.
Golden 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. The redness of the sunset is like extinction, and the short flames are 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, with eight or nine grass houses. 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 my calf and drink from the clear stream?
The Garden
Meng Haoran, Tang
The hut is separated from the noise of the dust, but the first to raise the peace and 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?
Fieldwork in Spring
Tang Wang Wei
The spring turtles are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white by the village. I am holding an axe to cut down the distant hills, and I have 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 so far away.
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 boy is looking at the village, and the hound is following the man. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house, and I'm not going to be able to get out of the house," 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 house and get out of the house.
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 hedgerow 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 who rows a boat like a leaf returns home alone in a row of 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 softly in the laughter and songs, and the yokes are rattling all night long until the morning.
The last ray of the most beautiful, the most beautiful slanting sun embarked on the remote home again. At this time the farm life is exactly what we most long for the kind of warm and intimate home, the kind of farmers feel comfortable and warm home after returning from labor. 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 distinctive 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 stunning, 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 inches of land, the Mopa the living creatures on the land of all things.
The eyes crossed the wet, through the transparency of the glass, and began to look for the trace of this rain, wanting to catch its light and swift figure.
However, its mischievousness is transparent back to me and the earth, the flying dance can 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 now the mold of my heart, 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 of another low angle, from the crystal cast to the desire to drip, and then 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, the Mobo on the land of all living things.
The eyes crossed the wet, through the transparency of the glass, and began to look for the trace of this rain, wanting to catch its light and swift figure.
However, its mischievousness is transparent back to me and the earth, the flying dance can 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? 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-gray buildings with their lattice lines just reflected the gray, endless 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 in the alternative, but also reduced a few inches of sunlight and forced, more 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, a clump, a cluster ......
So, at this time I will open the fence, so that the self diffuse in the garden path. The umbrella of the cross-section, and the 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!
Everywhere filled with green, even the air also wafted the smell of grass
Surrounded by a green, green stunning, windmills also stopped, intoxicated by the beauty of the scenery ......
This is the view of the countryside spring.