Write quiet poems in ancient villages

Shanghai Ma Jian

Dondum

The sea of clouds is blue all around, and there are more than ten weeping willows.

Pheasants flying deer are far away from the grass, and Niuxiang is full of chickens in spring.

Xiumei's father is drinking and Xixiu's daughter is drinking wild flowers.

I looked at the dust meter myself and was disappointed with the fine sand by the stream.

Long Yunshan Lan rises and the fields are filled. There are dozens of families under the gentle weeping willows. The golden pheasant deer jumped over the grassland, and the chickens in the village lane were bathed in sunshine. Leisure elders are drinking wine, and delicate girls are wearing wild flowers. I feel tired by boat and train, and I am sad on the fine sand by the stream.

Rain in the mountain village

Tangwangjian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

There is a crow in the rain, and one or two families are vaguely in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone. The whole poem depicts a fresh and beautiful picture of busy farming in a mountain village.

Passing through the village of the old man

Tang Meng Hao ran

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.

This poem is about how the poet was invited to visit an old friend's house in the country. In the simple and natural pastoral scenery, the host and guest drank a toast at home, talking and laughing happily, expressing the sincere friendship between the poet and his friends.

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

Don

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

It's summer again, and the sunset shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep go home. The old man waited for the herding children to come back on crutches. When the wheat seedlings spit out and the mulberry leaves are scattered, the farmers come back with hoes and say hello to each other. What a quiet and harmonious scene, what a lovely and leisurely life.

Back to the Garden, Part III

Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Tao Yuanming yearns for rural life. When he finally lived in the country, everything was so leisurely. He planted beans in Nanshan. He goes to work in the fields every morning and doesn't come back until evening. The weeds on the roadside are too long, and the dew has wet my clothes, but what does it matter? I like this kind of life in my heart, that's enough.