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Meng Haoran: Passing the Old People's Village

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. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Du fu's quatrains

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

Du fu's quatrains

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Village Rain-Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.

The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The eldest son is hoeing bean creek in the east, and the second son is knitting a chicken coop. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda

Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

April in the countryside-Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Ji Xu

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village

Bamboo-walled huts ride on an inclined stream, and the mountain villages bloom everywhere in spring. Peace is not like it, but like it. Solitary smoke begins with others. It's foggy and rainy, and the sound of chickens and dogs makes you fidget. However, Huang Dui was not respected, and Bu Lao also advised him to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. Did you smell the rhyme and forget the taste? In recent March, there was no salt. The stick wrapped in rice hurried away, and the green money changed hands. Winning children's pronunciation is good, and it is better to be in the city for a year and a half. I'm ashamed of stealing money and forgetting it, but you're sad at the end of the year. You don't have to wait for the kite to fall, you can swim less in life.

Lover-Sun Guangxian

Maoshe Jinlixi Qu. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to knitting and speak quickly. Shuttle back and forth in the house.

Partridge Sky-Su Shi

The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

Rural scenery-Chen

Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the goose on the shoulder at dawn. Silkworms go upstairs, mulberry leaves are few, and there are many rice seedlings at the water-singing car.

"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You

It's drizzling and wet in Mao Yan, and the road by the river is cold and snowy. I don't love Xianggong Jin, but I envy his long white-covered boat.

Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi

Wood field, the city is divided into yin and wild. Skiing across the canal, strolling in Jasper, and lying in bed in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus smoke is stained with fat, and deep-water musk deer burns. At sunset, people disappear and chickens flock.

Hut-land tour

Peeling and pecking at the hut, ya forked and hit the master. The new wall breaks the tortoise omen, and the tile breaks the fish scale. Red grain is used to cook millet, and green smoke is used to pay the bill. Sleeping in bed will make the dog very cold.

Hut-Xu Hun

Yanyan got off the autumn pond, and the family became busy from then on. Move the vegetables to distant water, collect the fruits and freeze them. The pheasant is slippery, and the mountain teacher bakes fragrant tea. When guests come and have wine, they live in Maotang.

Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.

Open the door to save grain and millet, and the neighboring Weng Shuitou will live. There are waves in the south at present, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy has a short beard and a waist flute full of smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

House of Bamboo

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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.

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

A farmhouse by the Weihe 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.

Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.

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

Shinharuno (working at night)

The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.

Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating.

I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.

I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.

Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.

Chai Lu

Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

Spring Morning

meng haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

House of Bamboo

Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Spend the night on Jiande River.

meng haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

In the mountains.

Wang Wei

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

Autumn sentiment in mountain residence

Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at 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.

Guogurenzhuang

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.

Drink wine/alcohol

Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. Twelve pastoral poems in spring

At noon in Liuhua Deep Lane, chickens crow and mulberry leaves are not green. It's okay to sit and sleep, and you can see silkworms on sunny days. 1

The soil paste is frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers bloom; Out of the house, the land is still lush and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip has crossed the wall. 2

Gaotian Ermai is green in the mountains, and the green in the low fields near the water is not cultivated; Taoqiman village is full of spring, and the songs are full of clarity. three

Laopen ripened Du Mao firewood for the first time and brought it to Tiantou Sacrificial Society. The witch thinks the taste is not weak, and the official wine in the flag pavilion is more gray.

The club burns money like thunder, and the sunset doesn't help the drunkard. The green branches are covered with flowers, which shows that children and grandchildren are fighting for grass. four

Ride on the East Blowing Lane and make trouble. Cars and horses are like smoke in spring. It was Niumo's road ahead and moved to the west side of the gate. five

Cold food is full of flowers, and the skirt is green. Go to the mountain temple once a year, and Lingyan and Tiger Hill can't climb it.

Li Guo's family paid tribute to him and opened a new wine to recommend Qing Mei. The road is long and the door is close. Lend me a cup of hot Mao Ting. six

Good spring outing, water like a cup after rain. With the help of the yellow dog, he went to the stream and suddenly came back. seven

Planting a garden will bring fruit, but it will not be scratched by children. The needle has been inserted into the bamboo shoot diameter, and the fishing species are full of cherries. eight

Rice bags were planted at the beginning of auspicious day, and thunder and rain continued in Nanshan. I don't owe water to the paddy field this year, so let's take a look at the bridge.

Under the mulberry, the spring vegetables are green all over the bed, and the heart is green and tender. Xixitou chooses the store to sell, and sells wine with salt at dusk.

Twelve pastoral poems in late spring

Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.

The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside. nine

Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea. 10

The skirt is covered with green apples. It's a little cold and I'm too lazy to travel. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.

The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season. 1 1

There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns. 12

The wool needles are soft and fragrant, and the sweet and sour color is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.

The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom. 13

Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.

After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

Twelve Miscellaneous Poems of Summer Resort

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed a long fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly. 14

In May, Wujiang and Mai Han Xiu removed the seedlings and covered them with floc. The rice root house is like a block, and the water in the field is one foot wide this year. 15

Wheat and autumn fight for 100 yuan, which is called a small harvest year by the Tian family. There is no hunger in the bread stove, and it is cooked in the west wind. 16

Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain. Mulberry basins congratulate each other hand in hand, and there are not as many cotton cocoons as silk cocoons. 17

The little woman spent the whole night on the silk machine, and the big one wanted to fly because of the tax. Fortunately, sericulture is ripe this year, leaving yellow silk to weave summer clothes.

Xia Tian scooped water out of the river, and Gaoling turned over the river and ditch; Uneven terrain and exhausted manpower. Ding Nan is stepping on the front of the car.

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. 18

The leaves of Sophora japonica are evenly distributed at the beginning of the day, the air is cool, and the ears of green mice turn green in pairs. The three fairs have to see the three factories, and the idle customers are full of north windows.

Huang Chen was sweating like a pig and spent less time in Nong's house. Sitting on the rock in front of the door, the Liu Yin Pavilion is cool in the afternoon.

Thousands of acres of lotus drama, flower fans forget to go home late. The family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the duckling can fly. 19

It is difficult to pick diamonds and waste plows, and blood refers to the bloody ghosts. I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent.

As the sun sets, frogs croak and the night is long. If we don't treat the deaf-mute people relatively, will dreams and souls fight for the bed of quinoa? 20

Twelve pastoral poems in autumn

Qi Juzhu drops red, and two flies correspond. Worm silk has covered all the leaves in Huang Kui, and the evening breeze on the other side of Gaohua is silent.

The evening of Zhumen Bridge is boiling and cheering, and the evening of Tian She is quiet. Men can understand cows and women can knit. There is no need to care about crossing the river.

Orange borer, such as silkworm, enters the chemical machine, and cocoon, such as hemp fiber, hangs between branches; Suddenly, when you become a Hua Die, you can learn to fly.

Look at the spider's low net. It stops the worm from flying for no reason. Embarrassed, the dragonfly hangs upside down and urges Shan Tong to save him. 2 1

It's hard to hang down, but also to avoid wind and rain, it's colder. Gui sued the public holiday for plundering surplus grain, rewarding private debts and losing his official position. 22

There is only rain in Qiu Lai, but there is no cloud in Jiazi. After the rice is harvested, it will be dried with the grain until the warehouse is cleared.

The Mid-Autumn Festival panorama is diving, and Taihu Lake can be seen from the sky. Outside the water, the sky is silver, and there is this month in the city. 23

The newly-built ridge is flat and flat, and every family plays rice, and first frost is sunny; Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

The charter boat is fully loaded and ready to sail, and the particles are as white as pearls. If you lose without hesitation in two minutes, you will still win the chaff. 24

The house is full of millet bottles and poppies, and Tianjiao will get drunk for a career. I wonder if it's new. Buy silver carp and mash it carefully.

Clams are finely pounded to sell squid, and the west wind blows four-cheeked bass. Cedar is crisp and greasy, except Songjiang.

The new frost announced the depth of autumn and dyed the green forest into valerian forest. Only the orange garden has different scenery, and there is gold among the green bushes.

Twelve winter pastoral miscellanies

When the sun goes down and the mountains go up, the rest of my sleep goes around the suburbs of the river. Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests. 25

The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk. If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage!

Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts. The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence. 26

The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.

Gan Yin Gao lacks a cow palace and drinks dolphin hoof soil. Deer are not as long as calves, so they will be planted in the east of the city next year. 27

Let the boat sail and see if the snow-capped mountains are sunny. The wind will be particularly cold and colder at night. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice! 28

Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter. Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish. 29

Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry that the old woman has no food, laugh at the chestnut fragrance in the ash. 30

Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year. Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time. 3 1

Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon. Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine.

Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south; Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.

Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home. 32