Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in the remote mountainous area. We talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

Du fu's quatrains

When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.

Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.

Du fu's quatrains

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.

[Song] Lu You

Don't laugh at farm wine,

In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins to stay.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is another village with a bright future.

Village Rain-Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and the bridge in Zhuxi Village is inclined.

I wrote a letter to Pei Di-Wang Wei in Wangchuan's cabin.

Now the mountain is cold and blue, autumn water flows through my hut door all day and leans on my staff. I listen to cicadas staying at the ferry in the evening breeze and sunset, and the midnight snack smoke floats from the house. Oh, when will I mortgage the great hermit and sing a wild poem in Wuliu? .

Xin Qiji, a Happy Village in Qingping

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. Who is old? The eldest son hoes the beans and the second son weaves a chicken coop. He likes children to play hooligans and lie on the stream and peel the lotus.

Li Bai, a kind pillow and a kind bowl from Zhongnanshan to Hu Si

Walking down the blue mountain in the evening, the moonlight is my escort to go home. Looking back, I saw my way, lying in the thick shade. I was passing a friend's farmhouse. When his child called from the thorn gate, he took me through the bamboo and green vines to grab and grab my clothes. I had a good rest, drinking wine and waving my hand to chat. I sang Long song, relaxed the wind, and the music was tired. I was drunk and happy, but Tao Ran forgot my plane.

"Four Seasons of Pastoral Fun"-Fan Chengda

Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter like thunder, flail bright all night.

April in the countryside-Weng Juan

It's raining like smoke in full of green. In the countryside in April, there are few idle people, and sericulture is planted in the fields.

"New Cool"-Ji Xu

The fields are watery, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low. Orioles also love the new cool, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Su Shi, the five wonders of mountain village

In spring, bamboo fence huts are everywhere in the mountain village. There is no such thing as peace, but the lonely smoke comes from others. There is no peace in the misty rain. However, if you teach yellow calves and no one appreciates them, you can't persuade them to plow. The old man is seventy years old and ashamed of the fragrance of bamboo shoots and ferns in spring. Did he forget the taste of rhyme, forget the taste? In recent March, he didn't eat salt. The rice wrapped in sticks and quinoa hurried away, and the money changed hands.

Lover-Sun Guangxian

In the thatched cottage, there is a winding stream. Chickens and dogs go from south to north. The leaves are long, the water is boiling, and the spring waves outside the door are green. Listen to the knitting sound, listen to the sound of the shuttle passing through the house.

Partridge Sky-Su Shi

Forests cut off mountains and bamboo walls, and cicada garbage ponds. You can always see a blank bird when you turn over, and the water is red and fragrant. Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. It rained heavily last night, and it was a cool day.

Rural scenery-Chen

Blow the horn at dusk to smell ghosts, and watch the geese at dawn.

"The boat with a white bamboo canopy is occasionally borrowed by Chang Bao to play in a nearby village"-Lu You

The drizzle on the eaves of Mao was wet with smoke, and the river was cold and snowy.

Two confessions of Tucun's admission to North Temple-Wang Anshi

Clogs come out of the field, and the city is divided into yin and ye. Slide across the canal, stroll in the jasper, and the crops lie in Huang Yun. Thin hibiscus is stained with tobacco fat, and musk deer burns deep in water. When the sun sets, people go to empty buildings and chickens flock.

Hut-land tour

Peeling and pecking at the hut, knocking at the master. The new wall will remove the turtle omen, make the tiles thinner and break the fish scales. Red grain will cook her millet, and the smoke is very heavy. If you sleep in bed, the cold dog will be bitter.

Hut-Xu Hun

Yan Yan went down the autumn pond, and the family became lively from then on. She moved the vegetables to the water in the distance, and the fruits were frozen. Rice is slippery, and the mountain chef bakes tea. Guests come, have wine, and live in Maotang.

Xiao Si in the mountain village-Yu Juan.

Open the door to store grain and millet, and live by Weng Shuitou. There are waves in the south today, and it rained in Xichuan last night. The shepherd boy wears a short coat and plays a flute at his waist to smoke. Mo Wen waterside people ride cattle along the mountain.