Poems of Shanxi Village Tour

Land tour in southern song dynasty

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

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Don't laugh at the muddled wine slurry, but the enthusiasm of the farmers filled with wine fragrance has made people feel relaxed and happy. In the harvest year, simple farmers are brewing their own preserved wine, killing chickens and pigs and preparing to receive guests. Looking for it, the mountains overlap and the streams meander. It seems that there is no way to go, but moving on, suddenly, another small village appears in front of you. The Spring Festival is coming, and the village has begun to play flute and drum. The farmer's cloth felt hat and simple ancient style still exist, which is a fresh and simple pastoral scenery! From now on, if your farmers allow me to visit at any time, I will knock on the door with crutches and moonlight in my spare time.