The most familiar ancient poem about Chinese New Year to modern Chinese people is probably Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day":
The sound of firecrackers is the beginning of a new year,
The spring breeze sends warmth into the TuSu;
Thousands of doors and thousands of tels of the day,
Always change the new peaches for the old symbols.
This poem, written in a lively and vivid manner, has the joyful atmosphere of the New Year and a refreshing meaning, so it is widely celebrated in the folklore, and has been hard to be forgotten through the generations. In Wang Anshi's poem, there are three specific images related to the Spring Festival: firecrackers, tushes and peach symbols, which are Chinese New Year customs. Firecrackers, a creation of the Chinese who invented gunpowder, and the custom of setting off firecrackers on New Year's Eve, which has continued for thousands of years, is a special way for the Chinese to get rid of the old and welcome the new.
On New Year's Eve, when the New Year's bell rings, the firecrackers ringing in all directions on the ground in China may be the most lively sound on earth. When you get up on the morning of the Spring Festival, the debris from the firecrackers can be seen everywhere on the ground. I remember that many years ago, I wrote a poem for the Spring Festival issue of Wen Wei Po, in which there was a print with no one in the picture but the door of a farmhouse, with red spring couplets pasted on the door, and firecracker debris all over the ground in front of the door. I have forgotten what I wrote in the poem, but I still remember the picture clearly. The meaning of this picture is not understandable to foreigners, but Chinese people know that it is the Chinese New Year at a glance. The scene of this picture can actually be depicted by a poem of the ancients: "The new calendar will only be half opened, the small court is still gathering the ashes of exploding poles", which is a poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Lai Guan. The Yuan Dynasty great painter Zhao Zi'ang also has a seven-poem writing Spring Festival firecrackers, written more lively than Wang Anshi: "have brilliant as the stars fall, Huo Huo noise like a fire attack."
On the firecrackers, Fan Chengda's "Firecracker Row" is the most detailed, the poem is written on New Year's Eve firecracker process, if used to depict the modern people to welcome the New Year's boisterous scene and inner prayers, it is also not bad:
food residual bean porridge sweeping the dust,
cut off the cylinder five feet simmering to pay,
sweating during the festival fire penetration,
the healthy servants to take the will still be I'm not going to be able to do that.
The children were not able to avoid it,
and the thunder roared as the steps struck the ground.
One sound, two sounds, a hundred ghosts are frightened,
three sounds, four sounds, a nest of ghosts.
Ten sounds will bring peace to the gods,
and peace to all.
But the burnt head is on the bottom of the bed,
and there is still power to drive away the plague.
The firecrackers in Fan Chengda's poem were made by roasting bamboo poles in a fire and then hitting the ground to explode, emitting a "thunderous roar", which is a real firecracker. Firecrackers made of paper and gunpowder, probably later.
Wang Anshi "yuan day" poem written in the "tusu", said to refer to wine. Tu Su wine, it is said to be a kind of wine infused with a kind of grass called Tu Su, only now no one knows what Tu Su grass is, some people think that it is the thatched grass in the south of the Yangtze River. There is also another theory, Tu Su, is a grass nunnery name, someone in the nunnery soaked into a medicinal wine, can fitness and strong bones, this wine will be called Tu Su wine. Ancient custom, the first day of the first month of the whole family to get together to drink tusu wine, first young and then long, take turns toasting, the oldest elders always drink last. Su Zi by the late poem has written: "year after year last drink Tusu, do not realize that the year seventy years", describing this custom.
"Always change the new peach for the old symbol", said the peach symbol. Peach talisman, is painted with the image of the god, written with the name of the god of peach wood board, also known as the door god. In the early morning of the first day of the first month of the lunar calendar, peach symbols were hung on the door to welcome the new year and avoid evils, which was also an ancient folk custom. In later years, the ancient peach symbols were actually replaced by spring scrolls written on red paper. Many people in recent times have imaginative interpretations of Wang Anshi's poem, saying that it refers to the fact that new things always replace fallen things, and that it expresses the poet's progressive ideas of advocating reform. This is not a far-fetched interpretation of Wang Anshi's life experience, but I still feel more joy in welcoming the new spring in this poem.
Lu You's poem "Snow on New Year's Eve" is also about the New Year's Eve vigil to welcome the Spring Festival:
The north wind blew snow at the beginning of the fourth shift,
Jiarui Tianjiao and the age of removal.
Half a cup of tusu has not yet been lifted,
The grass in front of the lamp writes peach symbols.
The poem is about the tusu and peach symbols in Wang Anshi's "New Year's Day". The poet is alone in the house drinking and writing spring scrolls to welcome the coming of the New Year. This poem, although not the celebratory atmosphere of the New Year's Day, is a vivid portrayal of the image of a lonely scholar at the New Year's Eve.
Zhao Lihong
2. Poetry about the countrysideFarming
The east wind drives the rain to the village and township, and the sun and the moon are full of joy.
Chickens, ducks, pigs, cotton and hemp are all over the place.
The buildings are lined up with supermarkets, and the roads are winding across the reservoirs.
The government has been working hard to make sure that all the people in the country have a good time, and that the people in the country have a good time.
Compassionate Farming
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The day of hoeing is noon, and the sweat drips down to the soil.
Who knows what is on the plate, every grain is bitter.
Farmers
Tang Yan Renyu
In the middle of the night, I called out to the children to plow the field at dawn, and the oxen were weak.
People don't know how hard it is to be a farmer, and they say that the grain in the field grows by itself.
The village of Shanxi - Lu You
Don't laugh at the farmers' wine, but keep your guests in the year of plenty.
There is no way out of the mountains, but there is another village in the darkness.
The drums and the pipes follow the spring festival, and the clothes are simple and the ancient style exists.
From now on, if you are free to ride the moon, you can knock on the door at night.
3. Poems about the Spring FestivalSpring grass in the garden
Flowers of flowers in the air
The east wind blew out a thousand green mountains
Spring rain sprinkled with ten thousand new things
Spring is on the tree of the blue peaches
The song of warblers in front of the building of the green willow
A few rows of willows in the green mountains and rivers
A tree of red plums in the sky and the world spring
The tide of spring rises up.
A Thousand Rivers of Snow
Ten Thousand Dendrobiums of Pearls from the Sea
Rui Xue Omens of a Bountiful Year
A Year of Auspiciousness for the Foals
Thousands of Mountains Sing Spring Songs
Ten Thousands of Waters Sing Songs of Happiness
The East Wind Welcomes the New Year
The Fortune of Rui Xue Omens of a Bountiful Year
Couplets for Schools
A Dragon Celebrates the Auspicious Year
The Golden Phoenix Celebrates the New Year
The Golden Phoenix Celebrates the New Year
The Golden Phoenix Celebrates the New YearThe flute plays the plum blossom song
The warblers cry in the willow wind
The flowers of Yudi are bright and the willows are green in the spring
The sun is bright and the sun is bright in the Yao Dynasty
The cups of wine are all filled with wine on the day of the first month of the year
Spring is everywhere, but there are no flowers in spring
The gentle breeze is blowing on the green willows
Diligent Xuanhai is the key to the success of the school
Xuanhai is a great example of the success of the school
The school is a great example of the success of the school.
The ladder is built to climb the mountain
Our heart is devoted to the building of the future
The yellow warbler is singing in the green willow
The purple swallow is cutting the spring breeze
The yellow oriole on the branch is sending the good tones
The rain is spreading the news of spring in front of the window
The snow is flurrying with plums and plums are spitting out their color
The red sunshine is shining brightly in the year of glory
The firecrackers are sending out the laughs
The Chinese plums and plums have been in the moonlight since the beginning of the Chinese New Year
The Chinese people have been very diligent in their efforts.
Lapis Lazuli spits out its fragrance
The wind rolls the snowflakes away from the wax
The fragrance of the plum brings spring
The plum blossoms in the five mountain ranges are in full bloom
The snow in the nine states is a sign of a prosperous year
Respect for teachers and love for students is beautiful
Learning and practicing diligently is a new phenomenon
Diligence is the best way to be a gardener
The peach blossom is tender at the end of the cold
The peach blossom is soft at the end of the cold
The peach blossom is soft at the end of the cold
The peach blossoms are tender at the end of the cold
The willow leaves are new at the end of spring
4. Ancient poems about the countrysideWang Wei's "Deer Chai"
The empty mountains are empty and I don't see anyone, but I can hear people's voices. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of it.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"
The hibiscus flower at the end of the wood, the red calyx in the mountains. The first time I saw it, it was in the middle of a mountain, and the second time I saw it, it was in the middle of a river.
Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
The weather is late in the fall, after the new rain on the empty mountains. The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing over the rocks. The bamboo is noisy, and the lotus is moving, and the fishing boat is moving. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The osmanthus blossoms fall at leisure, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The moon is out, and the birds are singing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's Tianjia in Weichuan
The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor streets. The old man was thinking of the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorns. The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, the sleeping of silkworms and the scarcity of mulberry leaves. The first time I saw you, I was so happy 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"
The man's voice is happy, the woman's face is happy, and the family does not complain about the parting of words. The May is hot, the wind is clear, and the reeling carriages are singing on the eaves. The silkworms are making cocoons that people don't want to take, and the moths are coming out of 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 how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one!
Zhang Ji's "Song of the Wild Old Man"
The old farmer's family is poor and lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields. The tax on the seedlings is so high that they can't be eaten, and they are put into the official warehouse and turned into soil. The old farmer's family lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of land. The first time I saw this was when I was in a boat with a dog, and the dog was in a boat with a dog.
Nie Yizhong's "Wounded Field Family"
In February, we sold new silk, and in May, we sold new grain. I wish that the king's heart would be turned into a heart. 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 Guanyuan Tianjia
The rain is new, and the hibernation has begun. The first time I saw it, it was a few days before I was able to start farming. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. 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. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain"
The husband died in the army, and his sideburns were scorched in his ramie clothes. I have no idea how to avoid the levy, even if it is deeper in the mountains.
Wang Wei's "Spring Garden"
In the house, the spring turtles are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white by the side of the trees. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few days. The swallows know the old nests, and the old people see the new calendar. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl, and the third time I was a little girl.
Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village"
The old man had chickens and millet, and invited me to his home. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at this. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers and the color of the sky.
Du Fu's Yearly Yan Xing
The year cloud is more north wind, Xiaoxiang Dongting white snow. The first time I saw this was when I was a fisherman and my net was freezing, so I didn't bother to shoot the geese. Last year, the rice was expensive, and this year, the rice is cheap, and it 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 first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Song"
I got up and looked at the South Mountain, and the mountain fire burned the mountain fields. The fire is burning in the mountain fields. The reddish sunset is like extinction, and the short flames are connected. The difference is to the rock, Ran Ling green wall. The winds are blowing in the direction of the mountain, and the winds are blowing in the direction of the mountain, and the winds are blowing in the direction of the mountain. 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. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I was a kid.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times (I)
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers are snow-white and the vegetables are scarce. The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, but only the dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden in Four Seasons (II)
The children of the village are each in charge of their own household. The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
5. Write two verses about Chinese New YearNew Year's Eve
Thousands of households celebrated the reunion, and the night was sleepless as they sent off the old and welcomed the new.
The wine smells good for 300 miles, and the sound of joy breaks through the sky.
Spring Festival
Celebrate the first day of the Year of the Dragon.
The dragon and the lion are dancing, and the ship is sailing.
New Year's Eve
The good night **** degree of happiness, the pursuit of the past and the present is a thousand thousand thousand.
The sound of firecrackers spreads over 300 miles, and the peach blossom symbols reflect the nine heavens.
The countryside is drunk, and the towns are sleepless at night.
The first time in the year is when the snow falls and the plum blossoms, and the orchids fill the room with words of reunion.
Chinese New Year
The Golden Cockerel celebrates the New Year's Day, and the lion dances with the dragon.
A thousand hectares of blue jade, silver flowers and ten thousand homes in spring.
The peach and the plum in front of the door, the pine and the peony in the back of the house.
The festival was a great success, and the dream of picking the stars and the moon came true.
New Year's Day
A year of firecrackers,
The spring breeze brings warmth to the tassel.
A thousand doors and tens of thousands of pupils of the sun,
always change the new peach for the old one.
6. Ancient poems about the countryside1.
The village scene is a matter of fact Fan Chengda
The green mountains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zi Gui.
In April, there are fewer people in the countryside, and the silkworms have been planted in the fields again.
2.
The remnants of spring, Lu You
River (鮆堆盘) rice cakes and cakes incense, the mountain family festival is also busy.
The mulberry is purple, the silkworm is old, the water is green, the wheat is half yellow.
The swallows are like to rush the spring, and the silks are not like the sorrows of the guests.
The countryside is full of young people who know what it is like to be in the countryside, and everywhere you look, there is a clamor for cuju.
3.
Out of the house, I laughed and talked with my neighbors for a long time. Lu You
The evening mist was dim and I half covered the door, and I met the neighboring old man who was hoeing.
Let's talk about the countryside, and don't ask what is right and what is wrong.
4.
Chickens and Dogs Lu You
The countryside has long been in the race for agriculture, and the autumn歛and spring plowing are afraid of losing time.
I am old and I have no long-cherished affairs, and the cock crows and the dawn is just the right time.
The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, and they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
6.
Drinking in the mud of his father, Mr. Yan Zhongcheng Du Fu
The winds of spring are with me at my feet, and the flowers and willows of my village are with me in my heart. I was invited to taste the spring wine.
I was so happy to see the new Yin, but I had never seen him before. The first time I saw him, he was a man with a crossbow and a bow.
The name is in the flying horseman's book, long time ago. The first time I saw him, he was a man of the world, a man of the world, a man of the world.
I'm not sure if I'm going to die, but I'm not going to raise my family. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
I told my wife to open a big bottle and get it for me in the basin.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to have to do it," he said.
Although there are a lot of words, they are all in the mouth. The first time I saw it, it was a little bit of a surprise, but I think it was a little bit of a surprise.
The first time I saw this was when I was a guest at a hotel, and the second time I saw it was when I was a guest at a restaurant. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
I was not aware of the ugliness of the village and the countryside. The moon is out, and I'm still angry at you for asking for a bucket of rice.
7.
Watching the Mowing of the Wheat Bai Juyi
There are few idle months in the field, but in May, people are doubly busy.
The wind from the south rises at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women and the children carry jugs of water.
The people of the city are in the south of the city, and the people of the city are in the south of the city.
Their feet steam the hot soil and their backs burn the light of the hot sky.
We are not aware of the heat, but we regret the long summer days.
Then there was a poor woman with her son on her back.
In her right hand she held a tassel, and in her left arm she hung a basket.
And when I heard the woman look at her, I was saddened to hear her speak.
I have been collecting this to feed my hungry family, who have lost their taxes.
What merit do I have now, that I did not work in agriculture?
The officials' salaries are 300 stone, and there is a surplus of food at the end of the year.
I am so ashamed of this that I cannot forget it.
8.
Meng Haoran
The old man invited me to his house with his chickens and millet.
The green trees are close to the village, and the green hills are slanting outside.
The old man invited me to his home, where I had a feast and a garden, and where I could drink wine and talk of mulberry and hemp.
When the sun comes back, I will come back to the chrysanthemums.
9.
The first day of the year in the field, Meng Haoran
Last night, the bucket returned to the north, and this day, the age of the east.
I'm already strong in my years, but I'm still worried about farming.
I have been a strong man, but I have no salary to worry about farming.
The weather is so good that I can tell you that it is a good year.
10,
Gift to Li Bai, a scholar in Lukqiu
The wise man has his own business, which is in Shatangpi. The shadow of the bamboo sweeps the autumn moon, and the lotus clothes fall into the ancient pond.
I read the Classic of the Mountains and the Sea, and I read books and lie down in the distance.
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I saw it.
I've been drinking wine and cooking vegetables in the garden, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work.
7. The countryside is fastSo much, is it enough? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The hibiscus blossom at the end of the wood, and the red calyx in the mountains. In the silence of the mountain, they bloom and fall. Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountain" After a fresh rain in the empty mountain, the weather comes in the late autumn. The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones. Bamboo clamor returns to the raccooness, and the lotus moves to the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests as it pleases, and the king's grandson can stay. Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The osmanthus blossoms fall in idleness, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. Wang Wei's "A Field House in Weichuan" The slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorns. Pheasant crowing of wheat seedlings, Silkworms sleeping on mulberry leaves. The farmer arrives with his hoe, and says "hello" to each other. I am envious of idleness, and I am disappointed to sing about the decline of the countryside. Wang Jian's "Walking in the Field" The man's voice is happy, the woman's face is pleased, and the family doesn't complain about the parting words. Though the May is hot and the wind is clear, the reeling carts on the eaves are singing. Silkworms are making cocoons, and moths are growing among the leaves. The silks are on the shafts of the wheat harvest, and I know that I have lost to the officials. I don't want to be imported again, so I don't want to sell my yellow calf to the city. I'm happy when I don't see the county gate! Zhang Ji's "Song of the Elderly Old Man" The old farmer's family lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of fields. The taxes on the seedlings are too high to feed them, and they are turned into dirt in the official warehouse. At the end of the year, he would hoe and plow his empty room and call his children to climb up the mountain to collect acorns. The Xijiang merchants have a hundred ducats of beads, and the dogs in their boats are always eating meat. Nie Yizhong's "Wounded Field Family" Selling new silk in February and selling new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of me, but plucking out the flesh from my heart. I wish the king's heart could be turned into a bright candle. I wish that the heart of the king could be turned into a bright candle. Wei Yingwu's "Viewing a Field House" The rain is light and the flowers are new, and the thunder begins to startle the hibernation. The field house is idle for a few days, and the cultivation starts from now on. All the young men are in the field, and the garden is in order. When I return, the scenery is always calm, and I drink from the western stream. Hunger and price are not painful, and the richness of the land is a joy. There's no time to save, and the corvée is still in progress. I am ashamed to be a non-plowman, but my salary goes to the village. Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain" The husband died in the army, and his sideburns are scorched in his ramie clothes. I still pay taxes when the mulberry and cudrania are gone, and I still collect seedlings when the fields are deserted. I pick wild vegetables and cook them with roots, and I chop up raw wood and burn it with leaves. Even if I am deep in the mountains, I should have no plan to avoid the levy. Wang Wei's "Field and Garden in Spring" Spring turtles are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white by the trees. I am holding an axe to cut down the poplars in the distance, and I am carrying a hoe to spy on the veins of the spring. Returning swallows recognize their old nests, and old men look at the new calendar. I am disappointed to see a traveler who is far away from home. Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village" The old man has chickens and millet, and invites me to his home in the field. I was invited to the farmhouse. The trees were close to the village, and the green hills were slanting beyond. I've been invited to my home by the village, and the green hills are slanting beyond the countryside. I will come back to visit the chrysanthemums on the day of Chung Yeung. Du Fu's "The Year of the Ancestors" The year of the Ancestors is over, and there is a lot of wind from the north, and there is white snow in Xiaoxiang and Dongting. The fisherman's net is freezing in the cold, so he doesn't bother to shoot the geese or sound the bow. Last year's rice was expensive, but this year's rice is cheap and hurts the farmers. The high-motor officials are tired of wine and meat, but their looms and shafts are empty. The Chu people emphasize fish but not birds, so don't kill the southern birds in vain. I have heard that men and women are sold everywhere, and that they are forced to pay the rent. In the past, they used to use money to catch the private casting, but now they allow lead, tin and bronze. Carved clay is the easiest way to get it, but the good and the bad don't match the long face. When will this song of sorrow end? Wen Tingyun's "Burning Song" Getting up to look at the southern mountains, the mountain fires are burning the fields. The reddish color of the sunset is like extinction, and the short flames are connected again. The flames are connected with each other. They are almost to the rocks, they are over the green wall. The winds blowing in the background are all gone, and it shines in the distance on the eaves and thatched roofs. The neighboring man can speak in Chu, and leans on his plug to weep. He says he's a Chusetian, and burns her for an early field. Beanstalks are full of worms, and flowers are on the hedges. The abandoned storehouse is filled with rags and the square is filled with chickens pecking at the corn. The New Year's rain is clearing up, and the gods are playing everywhere. Holding money for divination, I knocked on the tiles and rang through the forest. I've got a fortune teller on the mountain, and I'm back under the mulberry jujubes. The fire is blowing to the white grass, and the sickle is reflecting the red cane. The wind drives away the smoke of mistletoe leaves, and the mistletoe trees connect to the flat mountains. The stars are in the sky, the embers fall on the steps. The crows curse the year of plenty. Who knows that the verdant landscape is all used as a tax for the government? Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field in Four Seasons (I)" Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat blossoms are snow-white and vegetable blossoms are scarce. No one passes by the hedges in the long day, only dragonflies and nymphs fly. Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden in Four Seasons (2)" (四时田园杂兴（二）) 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. It is not easy to type, if you are satisfied, please accept.