Country poetry

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

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.

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.

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? .

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.

Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

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.

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.

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling. For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook. Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli.

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

The screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east. The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

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.

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

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.

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. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled 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! .

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.

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

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! .

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. In the music of market revival, weeds are pulled around. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

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.

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.