"Qing Ping Le. Village Dwelling" - Xin Qiji
The thatched roof is low, the grass is green on the stream. In the drunkenness, the sound of Wu Yin is charming, and who is the old woman with white hair? The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, and the youngest child is a rogue, lying on the head of the stream, peeling a lotus seedling.
Down to Zhongnan Mountain, past the Dusan Mountain people stayed wine -- Li Bai
The evening from the Bishan down, the mountain moon with the people return. The moon and the mountains are the same as those of the people who return to them. I was able to take my children to my home, and they opened the door to the thorns. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services. The company's website is a great source of information about the company's products and services, and the company's website is a great source of information about the company's products and services. The long song of the pine wind, the song of the river stars rare. I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk.
Fan Chengda
Newly constructed field mud mirror flat, family paddy while frost clear. In the sound of laughing songs and light thunder, the yokes are rattling all night long until the morning.
April in the Countryside--Weng Shuan
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zi Gui. In April in the countryside, there are fewer idle people, and only after the silkworms have been planted in the fields.
The New Liang--Xu Ji
The water is full of rice leaves in the fields, and the sunlight penetrates the trees and the smoke is low at dawn. The yellow warbler also loves the new coolness, and flies over the green mountains and cries in the shadow.
Su Shi
Bamboo hedges and thatched roofs are slanting by the streams, and in spring the mountain villages are full of flowers. There is no elephant in the world, but there is still an elephant in the world, and there is a home where the lonely smoke rises. The sound of chickens and dogs in the smoke and rain, where there is life is not peaceful. The yellow calf has no one to wear it, and the grain has no need to be plowed. The old man is seventy years old with a sickle in his waist, ashamed of the sweetness of the bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. I am ashamed of the sweetness of the bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. I have forgotten the flavor of the rhymes, and I have not eaten any salt in March lately. I have no salt in March. I am in a hurry to go and eat with my staff and quinoa, and I have no money in my hand. The children's voices are good, and I have been in the city for more than half of the year. I am ashamed of myself for stealing money and forgetting to return, and you are worried about the end of the year. I don't need to wait for the kite to fall, but I would like to remember my life as Ma Shaoyou.
Feng Liu Zi--Sun Guang Xian
The thatched cottage Geun Li Xi Qu. The dogs and chickens come from the south and the north. The leaves are long, the water is open, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listening to the weaving, the sound is rapid. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The Partridge Sky -- Su Shi
The forest breaks the mountain bright bamboo hidden wall, chaotic cicadas grass small pond. The birds are often seen, and there are infinite amounts of red flowers in the water. The village house, the ancient city, the staff of the quail walk slowly turn oblique sun. I'm very happy for the rain that fell last night, and I'm very happy for the coolness of the day.
Village Scenery--Chen and Yi
When the horns are blowing in the dusk, I hear the ghosts calling, and in the early dawn, I hold a pole and watch the geese being shepherded. There are fewer mulberry leaves when the silkworms go up the stairs, and more rice seedlings when the water is ringing in the car.