Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai"

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu"

Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.

Wang Wei's "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 over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"

The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia"

The slanting light illuminates the village, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.

Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing"

The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people don't complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!

Zhang Ji's "Old Song of the Wild"

The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.

"Shangtian Family" by Nie Yizhong

Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of the eyes, but cutting out the flesh in the heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light. If you don’t take care of the Qiluo Banquet, you will take the light of the escape house.

Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia"

It rains lightly, and all the flowers are new, and a thunder startles the insects. The Tian family was free for a few days, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order. Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.

Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountains"

The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his clothes and temples were burnt. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still pay taxes, and the fields are desolate, but they still need to collect seedlings. Sometimes you pick wild vegetables and roots and cook them, and spin the firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.

Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral"

The spring doves are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.

Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village"

My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

Du Fu's "Sui Yan Xing"

The clouds are turning late in the year and the north wind is blowing, and the snow is in the Dongting of Xiaoxiang. When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don't shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers. High-powered officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish but not birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain. I heard that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere, cutting off kindness and forbearing love, but returning rent and mediocrity. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carving clay is the easiest to get, and if your likes and dislikes don't match your appearance, you will be confused. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?

"Song of Burning" by Wen Tingyun

Rising up and looking at Nanshan, the mountain fire burned the mountains and fields. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again. Drifting towards the rock, slowly reaching the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from a distance. The neighbor next door can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian". Bean sprouts and insects are swarming, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square. The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. Hold the money and ask for fortune-telling, and knock on the tiles to hear the sound in the forest. The divination on the mountain was revealed, and he came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane. The wind drives away the mist of oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars are shining outside the clouds, and the flying embers are falling in front of the steps. She groaned and sneezed on her back, and the crow girl cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?

Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (1)"

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (2)"

Working in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are each responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.

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