Yamada's landscape poems

Poetry about Yamada 1. idyll

Wang Wei's pastoral poems

Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but the voice can be heard. 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.

Dingzhuang 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?

Burning songs and listening to the clouds

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.

The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.

Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.

Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.

The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.

Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.

Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.

Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

2. Ancient poems about Dr. Pastoral.

So much, is it enough?

Chai Lu by Wang Wei

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.

Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei

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.

Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"

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.

Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek

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.

Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on 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. 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.

Wang Jian's Tian Jia Xing

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!

Zhang Ji's wild old songs

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.

Nie's The Wounded Family

Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

Wei's "Guan Tian Jia"

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang 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 of 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.

Wang Wei's Pastoral 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.

Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged

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.

Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"

At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing 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 value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. 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. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Wen's "Burning Song"

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)

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

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)

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.

3. Poems describing villages

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Lake Yin Wall"

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II

There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon. -Wang Wei's Seven Pastoral Songs, No.5

Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden. -Wang Wei's seven pastoral poems (3)

4. Twenty verses on agriculture.

1. The ancient tomb plowed the fields, and the pine and cypress ruined their wages.

2. The tiller forgets to plow, and the hoe forgets to hoe.

Although the strong women are ploughing the fields, the furrows in the east and the west have been broken? .

4. diamonds are hard to pick, plowing and hoeing, blood is flowing, and ghosts are doing it.

5. Only when the awn seeds have snowed can the grass outside Yili River begin to fertilize.

6. I don't feel lazy about this. The time is too short and I wasted the hoe.

7. I also thought of the official urgency. I'd rather know the work of Lotus.

8. If you don't hoe the field, you can't bear to escape.

9. Five acres of border vegetable fields, Qiu Lai Rihe hoe.

10. I took pains to run in the rain, and the small hoe was fragrant with medicine and mud.

1 1. Plow during the day and get hemp at night. Children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave.

12. When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.

13. The father plows the fields and the son hoes the mountains.

14. Before the harvest in June, the government had repaired the warehouse.

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

16. at the end of the year, I plowed the empty house and shouted to climb the mountain to collect acorns.

17. Jia Baihu of Xijiang raises a dog and eats meat on the boat.

18. A rough old man leaned against a cane in the door of a thatched roof, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy.

19. Is there a whistling pheasant? Full ears of wheat and sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves.

20. Jojo, Fu Tian, cordially greet each other.

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5. pastoral poetry

A. The topic of lofty sentiments Chrysanthemum Tang Huang was planted all over the courtyard in the rustling west wind, but it was hard to come in cold Hua Die.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Last but not least, on September 8th, Don Juan Chao was in Qiu Lai. When I blossomed, all the flowers were killed.

Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. Painting chrysanthemums in Song Dynasty, Zheng Sixiao's flowers don't mix with flowers, so it's interesting to hedge independently.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. Praise the lime, and it is tempered, and there is nothing to burn when you are idle.

Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world. Banqiao, Zheng Qing, Zhu Yong insists that Qingshan does not relax, and its roots are originally in broken rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Modern and contemporary Lu Xun's self-titled portrait of Lingtai, there is no way to escape the arrow, and the storm is like a gloomy home.

I sent a message to Han Xing, and I want to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. Untitled Modern and contemporary children in Mao Zedong are determined to leave the countryside, and they will never return until they become famous.

Mulberry fields don't need to bury bones, and life is everywhere. Seven ancient, modern and contemporary Mao Zedong sit alone in the pond like tigers, nurturing its spirit in the shade.

If I don't speak first in spring, which bug dares to be quiet. B. pastoral scenery belongs to the countryside. Tao Yuanming lived in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and there were few people in the wild.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complicated market music, pull weeds.

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. Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. 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. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky.

Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted. Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet.

It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu. Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day.

The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame. 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?

In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and 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.

This is a question of going to the countryside. Don Wang Weiping lives on Qi's water, and there are no mountains to 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 autumn rain in the countryside is Tang Geng's business. The desert is heavy with clouds and dark, and the rustling rain hangs down. 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.

Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

The countryside is mixed in the four seasons. In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda blackbirds threw themselves into the forest, and the tourists were sparse, and the mountains in front of them went to firewood. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

The newly-built farm in Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty has a flat mud mirror, and every household grows rice while first frost. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Prosperity Song Fan Chengda Ritian Yunye Ji Ma, each village takes charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

C. homesickness, quiet night, thinking of Tang Li Bai, the foot of the bed is bright, is there frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.

Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.

Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.

Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.

On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.

Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.

Farewell to an old friend, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao accumulated homesickness in Tang Dynasty, and the world gathered in turmoil. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.

Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.

Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.

Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.

In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.

Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.

Yunmeng ancient city sees the ruins of Tang Rongyu's old country in autumn, and wants to visit the ancient city when you board it. Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.

Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn. When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.

In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it.

Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves. Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain.

Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves. And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home.

Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums. Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail.

When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison. Source:.

6. Poetry describing terraces

China Nanshantian Bank 1

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects. There is Yanyun root moss on the mountain, and the cold red tears are charming.

In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle. Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.

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The autumn wind swept, the autumn fields were bright and clean, the pond was deep and clear, and bugs were chirping in the grass. Mossy rocks, thick clouds floating. The autumn flowers with dewdrops are crying delicately.

In September, the rice in the wasteland is uneven, and fireflies with cold light are flying low on the inclined path. The spring water seeping from the crevices drops into the sand, and the jack-o'-lantern is like a painted lamp in the grave, and the pine forest is dotted with flowers.

2. Burning songs

Tang dynasty: Wen

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.

The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.

Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.

Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.

The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.

Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.

Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.

Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

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I stood up and looked at Nanshan, where the mountain fire was raging. After a long time, the fire seemed to go out and the short flame was connected again. Uneven burning to the cliff, gradually burning to the green flag, the wind blowing through the fire below went out, and the eaves above were red. Neighbor Weng can speak Chu's words, and he wants to cry when he shovels. Introduce the customs of Chu and Yue, burning vegetation and ploughing mountains and fields.

Bean sprouts are like worms, and the flowers on the fence are in front of the house. The pigs in the shabby wooden pigsty return to the column, and the chickens in the square peck at the rice. On a sunny day after the Spring Festival rain, there are god-rewarding competitions everywhere in the countryside. Take money to find someone to read divination, and the sound of knocking tiles spread through the Woods. Bude is suitable for farming divination, which we will talk about in detail under mulberry dates. White grass burned all over the mountain, and red sugarcane was reflected in the sickle at the waist.

The wind blows the leaves of mistletoe, and mistletoe trees are everywhere. Mars took off and swept the sky, and the flying dust fell on the steps. The wizard shouted and sneezed, and mother crow came to congratulate Feng Nian. Who knows that the grain harvest in good years was taken away by the government!

3. Tanaka

Tang Dynasty: Cui Daorong

The rain was high and white, and ploughing was done in the middle of the night. People and cattle are exhausted, and the East is extremely unclear.

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It has rained enough in the spring rain, so that even Gaotian is filled with white water. In order to compete for seeds, farmers braved the heavy rain and wore hemp fibers to farm in the middle of the night. When people and cows are exhausted, it's still far from dawn.

4. Putian system

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Without Tian Futian, Wei Wei would be arrogant. No one from Philip Burkart, I'm tired.

If there is no Tian Futian, Wei Junjie. Without Philip Burkart people, it's hard to be disturbed.

Wanbi The total angle is awkward. See you later, suddenly!

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The fields are vast and uncultivated, and weeds grow tall and strong. Don't worry about people far away, and don't worry.

The fields are vast and uncultivated, and weeds grow deep and flourishing. Don't worry about people far away, melancholy.

Beautiful children are poor, with small croissants. I haven't seen you for a few days, and suddenly I grew up wearing a crown hat.

5. Wild old songs/Shan Nong words

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

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.

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The old family lived in poverty in the mountains and made a living by planting three or four acres of mountain fields. Small land, high taxes and no food. The grain was sent to the warehouse of the government, and finally rotted and turned into soil. All the year round, there are only hoes and plows left at home, so my son has to go up the mountain to pick acorns to satisfy his hunger.

On the ship of a wealthy businessman from the west of the Yangtze River, hundreds of precious stones are measured with hooves, and even the dogs on board eat meat all the year round.