"Passing an Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.

Have a banquet in the garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.

Du Fu's "Quatrains"

Chiri's mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.

Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village"

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of cured wine,

In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.

There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.

"Rain in the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian

One or two roosters crow in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.

The woman and the aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the courtyard.

"Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" - Wang Wei

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows day by day.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins.

After returning home, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.

"Qingpingle. Village Dwelling" - Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but whose old lady is gray-haired?

The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

"Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" - Li Bai

From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home.

Looking at the path you came from, you can see the green and green scenery.

Together with the Tian family, children’s innocence blossoms.

Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.

Have a place to relax and chat and drink wine.

The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.

I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" - Fan Chengda

The mud mirror in the newly constructed field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost and weather clear.

There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

"April in the Countryside" - Weng Juan

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

In April in the countryside, there are few idle people, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

"New Liang" - Xu Ji

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are in full bloom, and the sunlight shines through the trees and the smoke is low.

The oriole also loves the coolness of the new weather, flying over the green mountains and singing in the shadows.

"Five Wonders of Mountain Villages" - Su Shi

Bamboo fenced thatched houses take advantage of the sloping stream, and flowers bloom everywhere in the mountain village in spring.

If there is no elephant, there will still be elephants in peace. Wherever the solitary smoke rises, there are other people’s homes.

In the misty rain and the sound of chickens and dogs, there is no life anywhere.

But if you teach the yellow calf, no one will wear it, and the cuckoo will not work, but you will be encouraged to farm.

The old man in his seventies has a sickle on his waist, and he is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains.

How can it be that I have forgotten the taste after hearing the rhymes? There has been no salt in my diet for the past three months.

The stick and quinoa wrapped in rice are gone in a hurry, and the money is gone in a flash.

Winning children's voice is good, a year and a half in the city.

I am ashamed of myself if I steal my salary and forget to give it back to me. You will be sad when the harvest is over.

There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall, so that you can travel less in your life.

"The Romantic Son"——Sun Guangxian

Thatched cottage and the song of Hibiscus Creek. Roosters and dogs move from south to north. The wild rice leaves are long, the water is blooming, and the spring waves are green outside the door.

Listen to the weaving and the sound will rush. The buzzing shuttle goes through the house.

"Partridge Sky" - Su Shi

The forest is broken, the bamboo is hidden in the mountain, and the bamboo is hidden in the wall.

There are cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond.

You can see birds from time to time when you turn over the blank page.

The red lotus leaves are fragrant in the light of the water.

Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned to the setting sun.

It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cool all day long.

"Village Scene" - Chen Yuyi

At dusk, you can blow the horn and hear ghosts calling, and at dawn, you can watch the geese with a pole.

There are few mulberry leaves when silkworms go upstairs, and there are many rice seedlings where the water is flowing.

"The small boat with the white bamboo canopy that Bao Chang took in it was occasionally borrowed to play in nearby villages" - Lu You

The drizzle on the thatched eaves dampened the smoke from the kitchen, and the river road was as cold as snow.

I don’t love my husband’s golden horse, but I envy his boat with a long pavilion and a white canopy.

"Two Poems from Baitu Village to Bei Temple" - Wang Anshi

When you leave Muzotian's house, the city and the countryside are separated.

The canals are lined with jasper, and the crops are lying on the yellow clouds.

The thin hibiscus smoke is stained by fat, and the deep lotus water is burned by musk deer.

When no one is seen at sunset, chickens and swans swarm by themselves.

"Cottage" - Lu You

Pecking, pecking and knocking the cottage, and bowing to the owner.

The new wall demolishes the turtle signs, and the sparse tiles break off the fish scales.

Red grains of cooking millet, green smoke in the stream.

I want to sleep soundly when I get to bed, but the cold dog is licking hard.

"Cottage" - Xu Hun

The Tian family has been busy since Yanyan went down to Qiutang.

Move the vegetables to clear the water, and harvest the fruits until they are frosty.

The wild rice cakes are pounded and the rice is smooth, and the mountain kitchen is baking the fragrant tea.

When guests come, they also have wine, so they stay in the thatched cottage as they please.

"Xiao Thoughts in a Mountain Village" - Yu Xin

Open the door to save grain and millet, and live next to Weng Shuitou.

It’s raining in Nanjian today, and it rained in Xichuan last night.

The shepherd boy wears a short straw hat and plays a flute at the waist.

Ignore the people at the waterside and ride an ox to the mountains.

Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, when the father-in-law was drunk, he sang wildly in front of the five willow trees.

Zhuli Pavilion

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Autumn is dark in the mountains

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Return to Songshan to work

The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.

The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, I came back and went into seclusion.

Zhongnan Mountain

Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas.

The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.

If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Zhongnan Bieye

In his middle age, he was quite good at Taoism. In his later years, he came to Nanshan.

Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain.

Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.

I happened to be visiting Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time.

Qingxi

When you enter Huanghuachuan, you chase the water of Qingxi.

There will be thousands of twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

The sound is noisy in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines.

The ripples of water chestnuts and water chestnuts are reflected in the clear water.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful.

Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

Weichuan Tianjia

The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

Pheasants [Juju] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is hoeing and standing, talking to each other.

This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

Looking at the new Qingye (one night)

The new Qingye is vast. Extremely untainted.

Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous path has tens of thousands of twists and turns, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.

When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.

The rain is rustling on the pines and gurgling on the rocks.

Quiet words deep in the stream, roaring high on the mountain top.

Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering.

The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating.

I used to be tired of being secretive, and I was relieved of worries.

Brother Cui Puyang is in the mountains in front of Ji Zhong

The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Junchi is idle.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door.

Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

Sagao faces the Qin State, and Heta hides Jingguan.

The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk.

My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.

Lu Chai Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

The shadow returns into the deep forest and shines again on the moss.

Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.

Birdsong Stream Wang Wei

The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

The people in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Meng Haoran stayed at Jiandejiang

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

Wang Wei in the Mountains

White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.

Wang Wei in Mountain Dwelling in Autumn

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Passing through my old friend’s village, Meng Haoran

My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

Drinking Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away and you are biased.

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

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

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