Fan Dacheng's Miscellany in the Garden in Four Seasons

Four Seasons of Miscellany in the Field

Twelve Songs of Miscellany in the Field in Spring

The scent of purple and green Brasenia schreberi rolls up in the lotus, and the celery buds of jade and snow plucks up the scallion. I've taken the hairs from the streams for my evening meal, and I've stayed in the wind and rain in a short tent.

The old lake lotus is new, and the little lotus money has not risen. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

The butterflies are in the cauliflower, and the day is long, and there are no guests in the field. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

Redressing the skirt water full of green applesauce, on the last Si cold lazy travel. The frogs are even in the evening, and this year's field is very autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, the morning cook flea out to see the rice paddies. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

Thirty years ago, the silkworms were not allowed to close the door, and there was no trace of the neighboring songs. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea that I'm not a good idea that I'm not a good idea.

Khan Lai is surrounded by water, the snail hut is not half open. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to see the water bamboo, but I'm going to be able to get a boat to turnip the turnip field.

The needles are soft and soft, and the poupon* is sweet and sour and half dyed red. The children smile when they come back, and the staff is hung high with a small kunai cage.

The rain is like silk and dust, and the wax in the bottle is new. The peonies have broken the calyx and the cherries are ripe, so I don't want to lose the spring by flying flowers.

After the rain, the mountain house rises late, and the sky window is half-heavily colored. The old man listens to the warbler's song with an interjection, and the child opens the door to let the swallow fly.

The crow flies into the forest, and the smoke from the mountains reaches the wood. A child rows a boat like a leaf, and returns home alone with his ducks in a row.

The Twelve Sides of the Four Seasons

The sound of roosters in the deep alley of willow blossoms, and the new green of mulberry leaves are not yet ready. I have nothing to do in my sleep, but to watch the silkworms grow in the sunny day.

The soil paste wants to move the rain often prompted, ten thousand grasses and flowers a rate of opening; behind the house barren beds are still green show, the neighbor whip over the wall to come.

The high field of two wheat is green in the mountains, and the low field by the water is green and uncultivated; the peach wonder is full of the village, and spring is like a brocade, and the drums and songs are over the Ching Ming Festival.

The old pots are ripe with firewood, and I brought them to the fields to offer them to the community. The old woman will not mind the thin taste, and the official wine of the flag pavilion will be more gray.

Burning money under the shrine is like thunder, and the sun is slanting to help the drunken man return. The flowers were all over the ground, and I knew that my children and grandchildren had come to fight with the grass.

Riding on the east side of the street, the spring carriages and horses are as noisy as smoke. The cow is not tied to the road in front of the door, but to the west of the door by the threshing floor.

The cold food flower branches inserted full head, Sally skirt green sleeve a few flat boat. Once a year to visit the temple, not on the Lingyan that is Huqiu.

Guo Shao's family worship sweep back, new mash wine recommended plum. I'm sure you'll be able to find a good way to get to the city gates, so I'd like to warm up a cup of wine in my pavilion.

Walking in search of spring has a good mood, rain after hoof road water like a cup. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

Planning the garden to get fruit hut reward labor, can not help children birds scratch. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

The first day of the auspicious day to plant rice packets, the southern mountain thunderstorm rain overnight. The water in the rice paddies is not owed to me this year, and I'm looking forward to seeing how it rises and how it shoots across the small bridge.

The spring vegetables under the mulberry tree are full of green beds, woad is green and tender, mustard moss is fat. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to sell them at the store, and I'll be able to sell them at the end of the day.

Autumn garden miscellany twelve

Slant sun low mountain slice moon high, sleep after line medicine around the river countryside. The winds of frost pounded all the leaves of the forest, leaning on the branches of the species to count the storks' nests.

The day in front of the scorching back of the eaves seems to be baked, warm and drunk after sleepy. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it," he said.

There is a handful of thatch on the roof, and the walls of the room are like a monk's hut. The winds outside the house were so strong that I listened to the jade cock at the end of the hedge.

The pine knots are the cream of the candle, and the condensed smoke is like ink in the dark room; when I come to wipe the paper of the south window in the evening, I feel that the slanting sun is twice as red.

The first thing I did was to build a cow palace, and then I poured out a bottle of wine and a dolphin's hoof, and poured out a libation to the earth. The mare is free of plague and the calf is long, and next year it will be planted to the east of Yuecheng.

Leaving the boat to watch the snow-covered mountain table, the wind set the cold evening even more condensed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.

Pulling snow to pick to tread the ground woad, taste like honey lotus root more fat concentrated. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me.

The scraps of wood are used to make the snowy nights long, and the wine simmers in the fireplace like soup. I'm not angry at the old woman for not having a plate, but I'm laughing at the aroma of taro and chestnuts in the ashes.

Steaming wine before spring and steaming it after the wax, I have been enjoying a year's worth of food and drink, and the market place is not as happy as a mountain dwelling. The market place is like a mountain residence, and broomcorn millet is forbidden to enter the city.

Yellow paper to remit the rent white paper to urge, soap clothes next to the afternoon to the countryside. The first thing you need to do is to get your head around the fact that you're not going to be able to get your head around the fact that you're not going to be able to get it back.

The man who visits the plums is the one who visits the door of the wood, and it is not yet spring in the north and the south of the branches; and when he sees the little peaches like brocade, he suspects that he is a man from Wuling.

Village lane in winter to see the common feeling, the neighboring man said worship Chai Jing. The long shirt is as frosty as snow, and the clouds are woven by the family machine.

Twelve excerpts from a late-spring idyllic garden

The newly constructed field is mirror-flat, and every family takes advantage of the frost and sunshine to beat the rice; the laughter and singing of light thunder, and the nightly flailing of the yoke until the dawn of time.

The chartered boats are full of rice, and the grains are as white as frost. I'm not afraid to give up a dime for a couple of hours, but I'm still winning the chaff and the kernels.

Beans, corn, and poppies are all stored in the house, and I've been taught to be drunk for a long time. I'm not sure if the new drops are good enough for me.

Please do not miss the chance to buy a salted fish, and the west wind is blowing on the chopped fish. The cedar is so soft and creamy that there is no place for it except Songjiang.

The new frost has made a deep impression on autumn, and it has dyed all the green forests as valleys. The only thing that is different is the scenery of the orange orchard, and there are ten thousand gold in the blue bushes.

Right spring garden miscellany twelve absolute

Sea rain river wind waves as a pile, when the new fish and vegetables by spring back. The dirigible buds are on the river, and the neem seeds are in blossom at the head of the stone.

The Twelve Remarks of the Right Late Spring Garden

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are snowy and the vegetables are scarce. The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, but there are dragonflies and nymphs flying.

May Jiangwu wheat show cold, rice paddies phi floss still clothes single. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.

Bibimbap is the most popular song in the world, and the most popular song in the world is Bibimbap. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you and I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.

The orange moths are like silkworms, and their cocoons are like straw raincoats; they are like butterflies, and their wings are dry, so they learn to fly.

The two wheats are all in the fall, and they are worth a hundred bucks, which is what they call a small year of abundance. The cake oven and the rice pot are not hungry, and the west wind is blowing to ripen the rice.

Hundred boiling reeling soup snow surging waves, reeling carts noisy rain song Demoiselle. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this," he said.

Watch the eaves of the spider web low, no reason to hinder the small insects fly. The dragon is hanging upside down and the bees are in trouble, so I'm calling the mountain boys to help me out.

The woman went up to the silk machine all night long, and the big man urged her to pay the tax in a hurry. I'm glad the silkworms are ripe this year, so I can save the yellow silk to weave the summer clothes.

The harvest is a hard one, and I am afraid of the rain and the wind, and even of the cold. I'd like to tell God to stop plundering the surplus, half rewarding the private debt and half losing to the government.

The rain is the only thing I fear in the fall, and I have no clouds to worry about. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal out of it.

Bailing water out of the fields and turning high ridges into rivers and ditches is not a good idea, but it's a good idea to have a man at the head of a cart.

The panoramic view of the mid-autumn is that of the submerged man, who hikes on the empty lake to see the Taihu Lake. The water and the sky are in the same color, and the moon is not bright in the city.

The children of the villages are each in charge of their own families. The children and grandchildren have yet to learn how to plow and weave, and they are learning how to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.

The leaves of the acacia were cool at the beginning of the day, and the ears of the mouse were green. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

Yellow dust travelers sweat like pulp, less live in your home rinse well incense; borrow with the door rock sitting, willow shade pavilion afternoon wind cool.

Thousands of hectares of infinite flowers are put on the lotus flower, and I forget to return home at night when I am lost in the flowers. My family knows where the boat is going, and sometimes the ducks fly in a panic.

The hard work of picking water lilies makes the plow and hoe useless, and the blood and fingers of the ghosts are withered. I can't afford to buy a field to plant in, but I've been collecting rent on the lake lately.

The products of the ten million kinds of small and medium-sized cicada are boiling in the slanting sun, and the frogs and striders are clamoring for the night to grow long. If you don't cure your deafness, you'll never get a quinoa bed in your dreams.

Right Summer Garden Miscellany

The wolfberry chrysanthemums are dripping with dew, and the two grasshoppers are talking to each other in the bushes. The bird catching net is all over the yellow sunflower leaves, and the evening winds are still on the side of the high flowers.

The twelve best of the winter garden miscellany from morning to noon, living and eating to the sound of the characters outside the wall for the festival, the four best of the play book

The south of the alley knocking boards to report the remaining night, the north of the street playing silk line chanting. The two of them have already broken their dreams, and who is the one whose dove is fighting with the bells?

When the vegetable market is noisy, the window is transparent, and the baker calls for the medicine to be fried. I have nothing to do with the sunrise, but the sound of the door being opened and the floor being swept.

The drums are far away in the north, and the bells are often played in the east. The children called you to get up three times, and the sun was warm as spring.

When I got up, I put my hand on a book in the east window, and I couldn't help combing my hair. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.