1. "Chile Song" from the collection of Yuefu poems of the Southern and Northern Dynasties

Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is blue and the wilderness is vast. Cows and sheep can be seen in the windblown grass.

2. "What I Saw" by Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth closed.

3. "Master Xun Yong Resides in Seclusion" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

A group of steep green skyscrapers, carefree and forgetful of years. Move the clouds to find ancient roads, lean against rocks and listen to flowing springs. The flowers are warm, the green cows lie down, and the pines are high and the white cranes sleep. The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.

4. "Lang Tao Sha·Nine Bends of the Yellow River and Thousands of Miles of Sand" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The nine bends of the Yellow River are thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow from the end of the world. Now we go straight up the Milky Way to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.

5. "Mawei" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

Overseas disciples heard about Jiuzhou, and their fate was uncertain. In the sky, I heard that the tiger travels to announce the night watchman, but there is no more chicken man to announce the dawn. On this day, the six armies were stationed together, and the Chinese Valentine's Day was laughing at the morning glory. How could the Four Ji be the emperor, not as good as the Lu family?

6. "Village Evening" by Lei Zhen of the Song Dynasty

The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun soaks the mountains with cold ripples. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.

7. "Shepherd Boy's Ci" by Li She of the Tang Dynasty

Herding cattle in the morning, herding cattle down the river. Grazing cattle at night, herding cattle across the village valley. The lotuses come out of the forest, the spring rain is gentle, and the reed pipes blow the green sedge. With grass and arrows planted all over my waist, I am not afraid of tigers bullying yellow calves.

8. "Qixi Festival" by Yang Pu of the Song Dynasty

I don't know what the morning glory means, so I have to invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle. I beg for cleverness in the world every year, but I don’t know that there are already many cleverness in the world.

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