An idyllic poem of the Tang Dynasty, who will give me one, quickly?

Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

"Bird Watching Creek" is full of people's idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Tianjiahang

Author: Wang Jian

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual.

In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.

There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die.

There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.

In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government.

Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

Wild old songs were recorded.

The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil.

At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.

The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

Nieshangtianjia

Sell new silk in February,

The new valley in May.

Heal the pain in front of your eyes,

Cut out my heart.

I hope the king's heart,

Turn into a candle.

Not according to the feast of renewing the frontier,

Take a partial view of the escape house.

Guantian author: Wei

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Widows in the mountains

Don Du Xunhe

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his linen clothes were burned.

Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.

When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves.

If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

A farmhouse by the Wei River.

In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Wang Wei in Spring

Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.

Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Yan Du Xing Fu

At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net was frozen in the cold,

Don't shoot the geese singing the sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.

High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people valued fish more than birds,

You shouldn't have killed Nan Hong Fei for nothing. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house.

In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carving mud is the easiest way to get it.

Likes and dislikes do not match looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

These are from the Tang Dynasty.