Xin Qiji in the Mid-Southern Song Dynasty at Xijiang Moonlight on Huangsha Road.

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Cunju Gao Qing nai

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Sheridan Wang Jia

At the foot of the goose lake, the rice is plump and the finless porpoise is half covered.

It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.

This village is Weng Juan in the Southern Song Dynasty.

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.

Passing through Zhuang old man 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.

Tour Song Cun Road in Shanxi Province

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.

Xiao Gu followed the Spring Club and dressed simply and quaint.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Four Seasons and Pastoral Mixed Prosperity in Fan Chengda of Southern Song Dynasty

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. Gui Tianyuan Jin Ju Tao Yuanming

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

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.

Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

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.

After staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature.

Huanxisha Susuyiluojin Jujube Song Hua Sushi

The rustling clothes and towels fall on jujube flowers, and the cars ring north and south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.